Closing his eyes, he yawned and rolled his shoulders and slowly began to stretch his muscles out and go through his usual cool down routine after having done a good hours practice with throwing knives. Having set up three targets in his personal training grounds he had been swapping between throwing knives and short sword practice in an attempt to work on his base skills with other forms of blades; even know his heart raced and his breath was heavy from exercise and although his body ached the little things bothered him little, for he knew by refining his skills that he was growing better and better as well as learning more about the various weapons he had collected.

Casually he walked over to the left table against the wall of his training space and placed down the knives he'd been working with then left his personal quarters and moved into his workshop to fetch some cloths to clean the weapons up before putting them in their holds upon the table. With the strips of material in hand he plucked up one of the blades and began to clean it; a habit if anything, for the blades had only been thrown at wooden dummies and targets and were clean of poison, but the simple task of cleaning one of his weapons set the Rakeeb at ease, his posture relaxed with his tail swaying steadily behind him in a content manner.

At the further end of the room he could hear Miwa messing around at Beyaz; the young girl growling at the crow before attempting to pounce on him. With his peace disturbed he looked at the pair, frown firmly set upon his face as he pointed at the door “If you two wanna mess around, do so outside” and with that, both Crow and daughter left, leaving the young samurai to continue cleaning the blades.