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Masenai would only nod his head and sleep. By the time he woke up the next day he felt sore, but nonetheless able to walk without his wounds bothering him too much. "Oh man, I don't want to get scratched up like that again." He stated as he stretched his back. He'd look around seeing he was by himself. He scratched his head and wondered if Marisa was still sleeping. "Might as well get some practice done." He'd say to himself as he took out his practice sword and started to practice.

He'd only hope Marisa wouldn't take too long with whatever she was doing, sleeping or otherwise. The young swordsman sighed and continued to practice.