"Do you mind if I sit?" Anotsu plunks in the sand with an amazing lack of grace.

Hatsumi had insisted on a fight in front of his Taijutsu class, and while it had ended in a honourable draw, Hatsumi had made sure they connected often enough, and in a way that was meant to covertly hurt Anotsu's pride. Fine. That just meant he wouldn't have to hold back once they got to Kenjutsu.

"No. No more plans. All done for today." He locks his hands around his knees and, slipping out of his sandals, digs his toes into the ground. "It's a good place for music," he smiles. And it is, with the wind and the waves. He tries to peer at Gren out of the corner of his eye. Healing? Well, the guy is thin, but he doesn't look sickly, and the slenderness of his wrists doesn't have to mean anything.