[And just as if she hadn't noticed the work to his arms, Sephiroth takes the white cloth and mops his brow and the back of his neck as he proceeds to lead her across the weight room towards one of the rooms sometimes set aside for fitness classes.

The long tail of his silver hair swaying down his back, but not further than between his shoulder blades. He speaks back towards her, guessing she's not going to be so far behind given her enthusiasm and ticking lunch break.]

It's not all about weapons practice, Akane. Your physical performance is as important to hone as your skill with any blade.

[Besides, he's come to the weights gym with a sweat cloth and a bottle of water only. One doesn't weight train with a sword within arms length. There are threats in Aqures Ixen, for sure, but nothing that would justify having a live blade around.

Sephiroth holds the door open for her as he passes through into the spacious room with mats covering the floor. After setting his cloth and water down against the nearest wall, he turns to her hoping she'll also have put her sheathed gunblade to one side as well.]

Open your stance; I'll show you what I mean.