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"Opponents?" The plural was...interesting. Not unheard of, he was sure, but he hadn't witnessed any sessions that involved two or more against one. It made sense, Reizo supposed. It wasn't as if a group of attackers would be so polite as to attack one at a time. "That must have been difficult." Well...obviously.

Honestly, if Enju wanted to go on talking about the encounter, the Haka probably wouldn't have minded. He rather liked hearing Gehaka talk, when he was in the mood to listen. You heard such different things than when Haka got together to gossip and chatter.

Enju nodded his head calmly, not seeming to give to much attention to it. He tilted his head and he walked, watching a rather pretty butterfly flutter past.

"Mm, yes, I was only able to last about ten minutes or so. I'm not an expert with weapons, I like my hands. I was able to disarm one though but at the expense of myself."

He laughed lightly, looking at his wound. He had various other wounds, scrapes and cuts but the main one was the one on his stomach and another that was actually neatly hidden on his back.

Masae looked up from his words and looked at the scene before him once more. Trees, plants, the pond and a Haka crossing the bridge that he was sat close to the foot of. His blue eyes narrowing, he tried to focus on the unfamiliar Haka. He didn't recognise him at all. Raising an eyebrow he flipped the page over on his book of paper and started to practice writing random words. He didn't like people seeing his poetry before it was finished. Especially not strange Haka.

"Good afternoon." Masae said politely in greeting to the other Haka. He seemed to be lost in his own world. Tapping a rhythm with his honey coloured hand.

Smiling to himself Masae dipped his brush into the ink and began to write again. Sweeping the brush lightly across the page and waiting to see if the Haka replied.

Enju shrugged. He didn't care for any weapons at all really. Strangely, he even really detested violence even though that was another thing he did most often. Even though he was being quiet, he was actually interested in talking, but when you weren't allowed to look at the other you were talking to it made things...akward.

"Mm, I believe most Haka deal with the bladed fan. I don't like weapons much anyway. Or fighting. But you have to do what you have to do, ne?"

Yakume Toshi sat under one of the cherry trees, engrossed in a book. The day had been warm, the store had been slow, so his mother had given him the day off, for once with no stipulations like 'practice your swordplay', or 'work on sums'. No, this day was for himself.

Which was why he was currently sitting under the tree, reading a book in hand to hand combat, and various dagger techniques. It was written by a gehaka, actually, and contained many tips that even haka could use to defend themselves, even with their naturally weaker bodies. It was really, quite interesting. He found himself humming a bit, playing and twirling the chopsticks he'd eaten his lunch with in the patterns described in the book.

Toshi had just gotten to the end of the chapter when the other Hanze came up, so it was with a polite smile and bow of the head that he greeted the other. "Of course." he said, standing and bowing when he saw it was a haka- and apparently a very well-off haka. "Please, feel free to join me." he said with a smile, resuming his seat. The last, tantalizing page of the chapter in his book was there, and he picked up the book carefully, reading quietly, one ear turned to the haka, signaling that the other would have his attention for any reason, and that his book would be set aside if requested.

He brushed his bright golden hair out of his face, flipping to the next chapter. This one was on more basic Gehaka tasks- including management of the other gehaka, a useful skill for any gehaka whose mother was intent on making sure he was useful to his haka.

Toshi blinked up at the young haka, an almost confused look in his eyes. "This book?" A haka, interested in a gehaka'a book? That was a rare find, for him. "It's just a lesson book." he said with a light blush. He glanced over at the haka, tanned ear twitching in curiosity, brushing conflower yellow hair away from his face.

Glancing back at the trees and plants, he gave a soft smile, flipping tha page in his book. The haka was beautiful, even dressed so plainly. Toshi blushed lightly, regaining his focus on the chapter at hand. Time management. He didn't have time to spend mooning over the beauty of a haka who had paid him just the basics of courtesy, why was his heart pounding?