Training duels (Sarah)

Michael walked into the arena hand in hand with Osaki. After giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, he made his way over to a weapon rack and grabbed a pair of wooden swords. "Alright, this might take a while," he said to Osaki. He leaned the sword he intended to use up against a wall and took the other over to the blade sharpener to sand it down. He started the sharpener, and rather than use it for it's intended purpose, he simply pressed the wooden blade up against the turning stone to shave down the blade, making it thinner and lighter. The process would take a while, but at least he had company.

Michael turned the blade over after he finished sanding one side of it and turned his head to Osaki. "Nah, it's just wood. I'm sure they can replace it easily. It's not like I'm melting down a bronze sword." Michael turned his attention back to the blade sharpener, careful not to sand too much off. After about twenty minutes, Michael turned off the blade sharpener and walked over to Osaki, kissing her on the cheek as he handed her the sword. "There ya go," he said, walking over to grab his own blade. "Come at me."