She pauses in her tracks, having been focused on obtaining the training equipment as soon as they entered the arena. It was much like a dojo, with very traditional looking designs and decor. Weapon racks sat near the walls of the open space, with armaments like swords, spears, blunt weapons and guns, but they all very evidently looked like props, indicated by the orange rings around the grips of the weapons and at the tip of the barrel of each gun. She'd thankfully arrived in her training attire which was a light and nonrestrictive bujutsugi, in black and red hues. Typically, people who train here or in any kind of widely known martial arts setting do so without any shoes, but Tsuya chose to use a completely clean pair of heels for her session today.
"Right, almost forgot about that... Well, it's your plan, so you go ahead and stick them on me. Just don't touch me anywhere weird, or I'll put you into a joint lock, Anna." She said that a bit too enthusiastically, as though a part of her enjoys putting people though rigorous physical stress in training. She knows that every time she steps in here, it's like some switch goes off in her head that turns her into a glutton for combat, but she doesn't know what to do about it. Instead, she ops to just let herself act this way.
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