[This will probably never cease to feel mildly nostalgic, crossing blades with a good friend and trading blows. She's far less awkward than when she'd first begun to learn swordplay. Rukia keeps her blows light so as not to damage his keyblade. She isn't sure what it's made of yet, and has no desire to break his weapon. But once she's sure the structure is sound, she'll strike a little faster.]
[She takes a step back and to the side, angling herself to get a little higher on the gentle slope of the hill.]
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[She takes a step back and to the side, angling herself to get a little higher on the gentle slope of the hill.]