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.
The afternoon sun beat down on the grass. Dust kicked up from previous drills still hung in the air. Off to the side, Panda and Toge were seated on a bench, Toge nursing a cup of konbu-flavored something while Panda held up a scorecard.
Panda
Two rounds to Maki, one to Y/n. Current bet is—he checked the crumpled paper—seven hundred yen on Maki taking this one.
Inumaki Toge
Konbu.
Maki stretched her neck, rolling her shoulders.
Zenin Maki
You still got that edge from our last match, or did you go soft while I wasn't looking?
