"Good, there you are." Sanger appeared from deep within the forest, his Beldum following closely behind him. He had been preparing for this since before sunrise. The teacher had to be better prepared than the student, after all.

"Here." A wooden sword was tossed over to Fuuka, freshly carved from a tree in the forest. Sanger carried one himself, his actual sword still hanging from his waist. He's not looking to kill anyone today, there would be no need for steel.