Return To Train? [HIME and OKUDA]

Hime smiled with an impressed gleam in her eye as she maintained her posture. It would seem as though he had not taken her feigned openings as a sign to attack. He bided his time and kept his blade sheathed until he chose his own moment to attack. A sound strategy, to be sure. It shifted the decision-making onto Hime.

With his blade sheathed - a technique central to Battojutsu swordsmanship - she wouldn't be able to tell what type of strike he would execute until he actually made the first move.

He took a few steps forward, performing a swift draw and slash technique - Soryusen. A technique with a twofold purpose. If she deflected his strike with the sword, he would bring the sheath crashing against her with a fierce blow. It was a trap technique. One Hime, given several years of experience with swordsmanship, would not easily fall prey to.

Utilizing Shunpo, she quickly shifted from her position before him, appearing behind him to swiftly strike at his back, with her blade sheathed. She had no intent of injuring the man and simply wished to teach him different techniques and help guide him as both a swordsman and a strategist. So far, even though she was stronger than him by a wide margin, he was off to a good start in her eyes.

The woman moved as he almost expected her to, suddenly she was no longer where he had slashed, his initial attack missing completely. He in an instant dropped his sheathe and leapt up high into the air, using his speed to push him as high up as he could. Once he had reached the apex of the jump, he began a somersault and gripped his blade with both of his hands. He was going for another powerful strike, it seemed like his Hiten Mitsurugi- ryū was meant to flow beautifully together since despite having technically being left open, he was able to salvage his back.

When he had leapt upwards, he effectively dodged her attack, this was easily a battle that would be ended by one blow. Okuda knew that whoever landed the first strike would win this conflict, he wanted it to be him. His competitive side was now beginning to show proudly as anyone from the combat division could attest. He knew that he would need to move quick and strike quicker, luckily that was what his entire fighting style revolved around. Though he also knew that his stamina likely would not hold out forever as he not only was still weak from the coma, but also used to fast ends to fights.

The longer that this spar went on, the more likely that he would be the loser of this bout would become. However, he still had an ace up his sleeve that he had yet to tap into, though he was unsure of if it would work or not. Luckily, he would not yet be pushed to draw upon Shinda-en’s power. As the man came down from his jump and somersault, the Zanpakutō held in both of his hands, he brought that down onto where the woman’s head would have been had she not moved.

Had the woman moved he would follow it up instantly to try to capitalize on her sudden movements, knowing she would try to get behind him once more. The moment that he had landed he instantly sidestepped and began a hard swirl in where he stood, his blade striking in a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree arc all around him for a moment suddenly. He hoped to use her speed and strategy against her, but he was unsure if he had guessed her move correctly or not.

That was not of importance though, the red-haired man would then start scanning the area for the woman while sliding towards his sheathe. If she was missing still, he would try to pick his Sheathe up, not having that would prove detrimental to him and lock off some of his possible attacks. The man knew though that she likely had not been hit by either of his attacks, though he could still hope that she was at least disoriented and trying to regain some composure or trying to regain her sense of the battle flow. If she had not shown up by the time, he had placed his sheathe back into his belt he would assume a basic sword stance with the blade held in front of him at an angle.