No one usually trained in the broken shadow, and Sagiri moved inside it alone. He did not want to mingle with anyone after Team 25's display during lunch. The stone pillars rose like broken trees, thick and uneven, their shadows overlapping and swallowing distance. It was dark, dimly lit as always, and he could not sense any presence. He whirled the spear around and got into the starting position. He had not been able to master the spear properly, and that is why he had picked the lightest one with a blade on one side. It stood taller than him since spears were meant for keeping space between you and the enemy.
Weight settled into his palms, and he breathed before he moved. He could start with a spear dance, which he was sure to taste on. It was the basis of mastering the sword before he moved to attacking and defending.
He advanced, slow at first, feet rolling heel to toe. The spear stayed close to his body, shaft angled low, the point almost touching the uneven ground.
