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[okitactless]

WHO: Yasusada and Zoro
WHERE: somewhere they won't get arrested
WHEN: 11/7
WHAT: local man fights for the dignity of a hunk of metal, a hunk of metal fights because he's just a maniac ig
WARNINGS: Vi...olence...??

[THE TIME HAS COME.

He'd agreed to this ages ago, but things happen--things like nightmares, ghosts, people dying, exams... y'know.

But despite everything that's already going on this month, things seem to be back at a regular level of crazy. (His standards have drastically changed since February, after all.) So finally, here they are, and god but Yasusada has missed this sort of thing. Outside of his steadily decreasing dojo sessions, he can't remember the last time he fought for fun.

So it is that he's practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, waiting for his opponent to arrive. Surely there is nothing about this that will be an issue...!]

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[stopbleeding]

[with all the changes to the city, zoro arrives later than is humanly possible, sword at his side and scowling.]

Damn city makes no sense anymore.

[yeah, that's probably his apology. they're in some abandoned warehouse or something because why not. he takes off his jacket and looks yasusada up and down.]

You're the guy I'm supposed to fight?

[not to underestimate his opponent but to underestimate his opponent this guy doesn't look that impressive. oh well. doesn't matter so long as he's hardy.] You good with getting hurt?

[because he really doesn't feel like holding back his strength anymore.]

[okitactless]

[Well, good thing Yasusada's not really human anymore!

..Then again, Yasusada's always been a little too obsessed with fighting for his own good. He'd dedicated his life to kendo up until recently, and he's certainly no stranger to street fights--his recently gained skills and abilities have only served to fortify a dedication that was already there in the first place.

So he'd passed the time with, what else, practicing. His sword's already drawn, saya secured at his side, though he stops when he hears Zoro approaching, offering a little wave and a smile.]

It's alright, I'm free for the day. [He can and would spend the whole day in here just practicing by himself?? yams why are you like this.

He nods in response to the first question. The second, though--that gets an honest laugh out of him, not mocking, but sincerely delighted. A new opponent is always a fun challenge.]

If you can hit me, I deserve it. [His entire life philosophy tbh... but despite his loose pants and long sleeves, he sure doesn't look intimidated??]

i'm sorry this is the shit you had to wait 12 days to read

[stopbleeding]

[oh. yeah. zoro likes that attitude. he grins, thumbs his sword out of its sheath.]

I'm gonna hit you. [if not with a blade then with debris, a fist, a punch–hell, at this point he could trip and do damage.] You'll be painted black and blue before the hour's up.

[when his sword is finally drawn, a wild look comes into his eyes; yasusada's bloodthirsty delight mirrored right back at him. he does the typical action hero "come at me" finger gesture. i refuse to type that seriously.]

Come on. Enough talk. My sword's singing for your blood.

IT'S OKAY I'm sorry yams is a maniac I have no excuses

[okitactless]

[See, the good thing here is that Yasusada isn't from a typical shounen action series. He doesn't even wait for Zoro to finish his boss battle spiel--as soon as his sword's drawn, he's lunging into his first attack, closing the distance between them at a speed that seems a little too fast for someone like him. He hasn't bothered with any sort of armor, even underneath his loose clothing--it's not really necessary for him, these days. And when he swings, the reason for his attire becomes clear--there's hidden strength in his strike, even with the precision of his technique.

He doesn't hold back, either, eyes shining with a wild, nigh-feral look. If it isn't obvious why Baren tapped him for this little exercise already, it will be as soon as their blades meet.]