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[attr="class","sensestextbox"]It didn’t really smell anything like gun metal. It was just named gun metal. What the scent is beyond him, it’s a strong odor, and only half-pleasant as they make it to be in the commercials. To be honest, Eun-ha only buys it because it’s cheap. Her latter comment about it made him curious though, unable to completely discern if she legitimate enjoyed the cheap scent of it or put a quite subtle emphasis of what gun metal actually smells like. He wasn’t sure what to say, so in the end he just decided. “I’ll.. just try other ones.”

Now he was able to focus on training though, on actually letting her shape and control his swings. At one point he didn’t even identify her movements as hers, but rather he felt it as one, as if they’re one. Like water, he just followed fluidly with her rhythm. It was similar to dancing, but unlike it, it can be more violent, much more in a split second. This went on for as long as he could.

Although he wasn’t unable to match her speed and skill, he at least had enough stamina. Once they have deemed today’s session was enough, he’d safely drop the dummy sword on the floor, panting a little as he closed one eye due to a sweat dripping too close. “I’m probably going to hate myself tomorrow, but thank you.” he referred to every workout’s aftermath. The ache would get him, but this time it’ll be worse. It’s been a long time since Eun-ha worked this hard.

Eun-ha moved towards his bag, taking the small container of water and emptying whatever is left of it in one go. He’d then check the time on his phone, seeing that’s a little past dinner time already. “Do you live around here, Julia? We can go get dinner together.” He only realized the weight of his offer after a few. “..Only if you want to, I mean I’m justanobodyhereitsnotreallyimportant.” he practically started to murmur near the end.