Enough room for the two of us [Relena]

Saiko hadn't really noticed her fellow peer enter the room, nor would she really have cared if she had. The room was plenty big enough for the two of them, and there was more than enough practice dummies if that was the route the student wanted to go. The two seemed to go about their business without much incident, and that was fine by Saiko, whom was still working on her form and strikes diligently.

However, something broke that concentration that Saiko had been holding for a good fifteen minutes. It wasn't a sharp pain, and it wasn't a light pat either.

A simple 'bonk' on the head, though whatever it was continued to rest upon her head as if frozen in time. Saiko lowered her staunch stance, standing now completely dumbfounded. She waited for a minute, though in all honesty it felt like an hour, expecting some kind of reaction.

Perhaps the other student wanted to get her attention and didn't know how? Maybe Saiko was so utterly absorbed in her training that perhaps she unknowingly ran into the other student?

Saiko let out a long, tired, and defeated sigh as she, unfortunately, knew it was none of the above. Reaching a hand up, she pushed the practice blade that had been resting on top off her scalp. Reaching into her pocket, she flicked the music off and tilted her gaze over to the student.

"I am actually, legitimately curious. How did you manage to hit sole other person in the a room this big-" Saiko's tone wasn't annoyed or angry, but there was an underlying hint of disappointment that was clear with the words she dully spoke.

Turning fully around, she looked the student head on with her steely focus. "With so many other objects and obstacles in the way, while starting at the other side of the room. Yet, despite all of this, you managed it against all odds. I would say I'm impressed, but I don't think that quite covers how I am feeling right about now."

Something about the student that stood in front of her seemed familiar, but Saiko wasn't exactly sure what. With a lazy shrug, Saiko turned back around and shook her head. "Just a word of warning though, not all students or people would be so forgiving. Just imagine if that was an actual weapon and you hit an ally or civilian. Somebody innocent could be hurt that way."

She went to turn her music back on without much thought to return to training. "I'm not gonna knock your skills or anything. Just be more careful next time, okay?"

Saiko had just planned on returning to her training without a second thought. What more really needed to be said? Saiko 'scolded' the other student, and the girl gave an apology. That was that, right?

However, the sword wielder decided to take offence to Saiko, and plucked the earbud directly from her ear. Saiko paused once again, her eyes drifting to the ceiling now in annoyance. It wasn't often she got frustrated, but when she specifically wanted to train in solitude, this wasn't helping any.

If the girl wanted to know something, she easily could have just asked instead of doing what she did. Whatever the case, she now had Saiko's full attention...which she already had when she smacked her over the head.

"Listen, I don't know what you consider 'base pleasure' in your world, but in mine, it is playing video games and using the computer. This? This is work, but I do it anyways to better myself."

Saiko gave a heavy sigh and shook her head to clear her thoughts, her fingers gently pressed against her forehead.

"I don't know about you, but I don't particularly care if others want to compete to amongst each other, as that is there 'base pleasure'."

With a cross of her arms, she eyed the fighter calmly. "Me? As long as I can make sure that I am strong each to protect others that can't protect themselves...that is good enough for me."

Thoughts about her childhood friend crossed her mind, which made her more depressed than she wanted to be at the moment. If only she was there, maybe she could have made a difference.

Or they might both have lost there lives...

"I'll cut to the point and say I don't care for sparring. At least physically. I don't find any enjoyment in it, nor would I find it fun. As I said earlier, it is work. Plain and simple."

Saiko watched the girl carefully in mild confusion, still unsure of what to think of her. Part of Saiko didn't want to be bothered with her push to train together, but on the other she couldn't help but wonder why she was so insistenet.

"Your a sword fighter. Why would you challenge me to physical fighting? I don't follow. It is like challenging a head chef to making chocolate. They both cook, but the process is-"

Saiko didn't feel like she was getting anywhere with her arguement. Though it might have been presumptuous, Saiko believed she was dealing with somebody that was the type to not give up easily. I guess stuborn worked, but so was herself to an extent.

'She is a defensive fighter.' Saiko thought to herself. So she knows more than just sword combat. Did the other girl know that she was aware of this?

With another defeated sigh, Saiko shook her head. Why did she have to be the type to be compliant in situations like this? Saiko largely blamed her father, but conceded anyways. With a slugish pace, Saiko removed first the jacket that she wore, leaving just her basic work uniform. Then, with a simple motion removed the band in her hair, letting her damp hair fall down around her shoulders.

"My father pesters me regularly to try and understand others with quirks, as it will help me understand my own better." Saiko said through breaths as she did a couple of extra stretches and loosened her muscles further. Though this also had the ulterior motive of readying her quirk, Slick Slime.

"So you win. I'll go a round since I don't see myself getting out of it." Saiko said in a grumble as she gave a final couple of short hops in place and rolled her neck. With a deep breath, she exhailed and took an offensive stance to combat her defensive one.

Without a further word, Saiko charged towards her opponent without hesitation. The icy gaze reflected Saiko's focus through her eyes locked on her oponents, attempting to read her every movement. One step, two steps, three steps.

The distance between them was maybe ten-fifteen steps at most. However, Saiko fluttered her steps, bluring the line between each one. What might have looked one was actually the distance of two or three.

This was a result of her quirk. Saiko was essentially skidding every other step, but hiding it to the best of her ability. She didn't want her 'training partner' to know until it was too late. After all, that is the way of the hero, right? You often don't know the dangers you are up against until it is too late.

Within only about six running steps, Saiko was already on the other girl. A quick, shuffled step manuevered her body toward the side of the student. Using the momentum, the swung her right leg forcefully in a sweeping strike, attempting to trip up her opponent.

At worst, she would find out her opponents quirk. At best, she would hopefully knock her opponent down.