[Espy]

Hayato hung by his knees, upside down, from a tree limb. The book he's just picked up had turned out to be less than half as interesting as he'd hoped. Annoyed, he flipped back up and scanned the grounds.

He'd taken a bokken from the warehouse, and it was now strapped neatly to his back in the cloth sheath. He wanted to spar, but was completely out of practice. The last time he had used a sword was three months ago, and he'd practiced with a friend in his old school. Grabbing the branch and swinging down, he landed lightly on his feet, a relatively easy task, seeing as the branch was only seven feet off the ground.