Snippet #1784702

Karma blushed when Suridamaru brush his cheek against hers and licked her ear. “So we have a deal, huh?” She said walking behind the Kitsune, watching his tail sway. Tail should be a weakness, ears too, but just to a little rub. Might need to brush up on Kitsune demon history. She thought to herself as she walked by Misaki, seeing her light her pipe, and talk about an old friend. “It’s ok Misaki, he’s looking down on you probably, but that is what most of my race say anyways.” Karma said as she picked up Katana off the wall and enter the main sparring circle, but they were really allowed basically anywhere in training.

As Karma rubbed her finger across her blade making sure it was sharp, she gave herself a small cut on accident. “Ouch.” She said knelling down and rubbing her palms with the dirt of the ground, giving her good grip, but in her left hand holding onto some. “So Suridamaru-san, what if you win? What do you want?” She said quietly in a mumble, anyone else wouldn’t have heard it, but she knew he would. As she stood up she unlocked the sheath of her other Katana on her left side, just in case she got disarmed. “Ready when you are…” She said, holding her Katana in her right hand with the dirt in her left.