In the Training Ground, the night wind stopped.
Yōsa stood in the center of the grounds, his red hair like a dying fire beneath the lights. His Two-Tomoe Sharingan slowly rotated in his eyes, chakra surged through his body, and gold dust flowed beneath his skin. His breathing was still somewhat hurried. His fight with Moro had drained a good deal of his stamina, but he was uninjured.
Senrin stood opposite him, her golden ponytail swaying gently in the night wind, her light brown eyes gleaming softly beneath the lights. She was six, an elite chunin, with a One-Tomoe Sharingan. Her Nectar Devil Fruit specialized in healing and purification, not combat. She held no weapon and wore no armor, only a thin Deep Red Princess Dress.
"Should I recover first?" Yōsa's voice came from the center of the grounds.
Senrin shook her head. "No need."
She paused. "I'm only an elite chunin."
A slight smile curled Yōsa's lips. "True. Against a Logia Nectar Devil Fruit user weaker than me, I really don't need to recover."
Senrin was not angry. She knew Yōsa was stating the truth. An elite chunin against a jonin-a gap of two major ranks. The Nectar Devil Fruit against the Imperial Sand Devil Fruit-support against offense and defense. She could not win. But she wanted to try.
"Please go easy on me." She bowed slightly.
Yōsa also bowed slightly. "Please go easy on me."
Toyotomi Yinglang's voice came from the sidelines, calm and emotionless. "Keep it restrained."
Yōsa crouched and pressed his right hand against the ground. Gold dust poured from his palm, seeping into the gaps between the bluestone slabs, into the soil underground, and into the deeper rock strata. His Two-Tomoe Sharingan slowly rotated in his eyes, discerning every underground crack and weak point.
**"Drought