Keiko
"Pace yourself," Yumi told her, as she held her naginata in front of her. Keiko's hands felt frail from how long she'd spent without any serious training. Raising her father's sword, Keiko nodded.
"Let's go again," she said.
"Sure. Let me know if you are feeling unwell, though," Yumi responded.
"I will. Don't worry, I can take this much, at least."
With that, Yumi swung her polearm horizontally, and Keiko blocked the attack. She deflected a couple of quick strikes, taking sharp breaths as she exerted herself. Yumi spun, turning into an easily telegraphed swing that Keiko knocked away, feeling her sword reverberating in her palms.
... My sword feels less comfortable, Keiko noticed, scowling down at her own hands. She never thought she'd say such a thing.
And, then, she felt her stomach churn just a little.
