He'd stick to this one today, get the feel down, tweak it tomorrow
Around him, the yards picked up pace
The staff guy jabbed at a dummy, grunting with each hit
The braided girl stood by a rune-circle, hands out, making it flicker, pointless show
Gon kept his swings steady, eyes flicking to the others now and then
The broad-shouldered guy from breakfast swung an axe, splitting a dummy in two with a loud crack
Fine, let him flex
The sun climbed higher, dust sticking to his boots as he swung again, a low arc that clipped the dummy's side
He adjusted his grip, feeling the rune's faint hum through the hilt, some trick, maybe, but nothing like his own blade's steady power
He'd sort it out later, keep it basic for now
Milo shifted, still watching, coin glinting in his hand
The wiry girl threw her stone again, higher this time, sparks trailing
"Not bad," Milo said, voice flat, nodding at her, then turned away
Gon didn't reply, resetting his stance
