Two Scythes Cross In The Night(Social, Aera)

Takumi swung his scythe in a huge arc. The Slayer was training his skills with his weapon, wanting to make sure he was stronger for when he returned to Fairy Tail. Well, if he returned to Fairy Tail. There was a good chance he would die on this journey. Sweat dripped down his brow as he pushed his hair out of his eyes, the once spiky white hair had grown much longer since he had left to search for a cure. He thought of the people he had left behind, drawing motivation from the thought of being able to return triumphantly to the guild, free of his curse, strong enough to protect the ones he loved so much. love would be his motivation, his greatest source of strength. Nothing would stop him as long as he was able to defend his loved ones. As long as he still drew breath, he would not stop. He couldn't stop, now or ever.

Walking along the canyon-side, I walked and played a serene tune, feeling calm in the cool air. Playing my flute, I walked for miles, missing the time that ran right past me. Then, I heard grunting, as though someone was either training or in combat, and decided to investigate. I drop down into the canyon, and follow the sounds to their author, a long, white haired individual, swinging a scythe, now where near the length of Isolation. He was deep in concentration, so I sat there for a while. Watching him swing his scythe in massive arcs with such ease, gives me the impression that he knows his way around a scythe weapon, but the lack of conciseness of motion, all of the wasted motion was causing him to reduce his effectiveness in his training. After a couple of hours, I finally spoke up sighing with sad authority: "Excuse me! Hi, I've been here awhile, and I've noticed wasted motion in your swings. Excuse me?" I finished insistently, but not as to annoy.

"Oh? I suppose if you are saying there is wasted motion in my swings, you must know your way around a weapon?" Asked takumi, annoyed slightly that his concentration had been broken. He had been working on speed of his swings, and power, both of which required concentration, though it may not seem that way, it was actually fairly difficult to do any sort of training in that sense. you had to train with your weapon constantly, and you weren't just training your weapon but your own body as well. As Takumi looked at the girl who had interrupted his training, he nearly snorted. This girl didn't seem all that powerful, he could sense her magical energy, which seemed to be even weaker than his was.

"Know my way around a weapon, Hmph, I'll show you." Closing my eyes, I weaved Isolation back from Pseudo-Quasi existence, standing tall, nearly twice my height. I took it from the earth, and  started twirling it above my head, through my fingers with ease. Isolations' Black blade swinging and spinning menacingly and quickly. I then took it in both hands, and I started twirling, spinning Isolation all the while. Lastly, I took Isolation at waist height, holding it out to the right, flash stepping away spinning (and swinging) three times in an instant. I then sat down on a rock. "There, see? No wasted motion, because there was no time to have wasted motion." I then stuck the white neck of Isolation into the earth, and sat back to breath.
Isolation-My scythe