Retracing Older Steps (Roxanne Vix)

It was a nice sunny day out, and apparently very sunny cause it leaked through the windows when Cyril Vaans walked into the kendo room. It seemed populated enough. Around eight or so people practicing in the room with full gear on and the sound of clanging swords of wood and foam hitting each other. He always liked kendo, ever since he practiced it at a younger age. Although to this day, it has never come up in his life to call upon his knowledge of it.

Nonetheless, he put his stuff to the side, grabbed his gear and put them on, and took up a bokken to be safe. He felt relatively confident, as he was at least better than others where he learned kendo. He wasn't the worst and that was all that mattered. He stood to another lone person and had talked with them, and eventually got them to spar.

Within a few minutes after a bit of clanging, and rolling, Cyril actually got him down and the boy quit. He shook his hand and watched as he went off. As he turned he noticed others weren't really noticing him or able to practice. So he just stood there to work on his stances for a bit reciting them as he did it.

"Chuudon!" He said bending his knees and bringing the sword to hip height pointing it out upward as if at an enemy's eyes. "Jodon!" he said in the same stance but bringing his sword above his head. Usually it ended up being an intimidation tactic cause he would never just strike down with it, which could leave him deadly open. He continued to recite them going into each of them.