The voice came from across the training yard, where Maki Zenin stood twirling a wooden training sword between her fingers. A lazy smirk tugged at her lips.

Two rounds to Maki, one to Y/n. Current bet is—he checked the crumpled paper—seven hundred yen on Maki taking this one.

Konbu.

You still got that edge from our last match, or did you go soft while I wasn't looking?