Raidou needed a break. His arms hurt, his head ached, and if his heart took one more direct attack from Kaito's damn bloodline he was going to leap off the Hokage's monument. Possibly with the kid nailed to the ground somewhere below to use as a crash-landing pad.

He dragged his hand over his mouth and chin, and told himself to stop being melodramatic. Genma was busy teaching Kaito some of his basic seduction techniques--which was something he really didn't want to think too hard about--so Raidou had at least a few hours to himself, and the gym was calling his name. He could give his arms a break from poison-powder-coated senbon--used in lieu of blinding the kid with a kai--and hit something until it died. Maybe several somethings.

Maybe a wall.

It was almost midday when he walked into the wide subbasement room ANBU used as a gym, kit bag slung over one shoulder, and he wasn't expecting to find anyone. The indoor gym tended to be crowded at dawn and dusk, and left empty the rest of the time--abandoned in favour of the outdoor training fields. He had to be here to stay within reach of Kaito in case anything went wrong, but no one else did.

But there was Tsume, standing in the centre-mat, mid-way through tripping over her own feet.

He paused by the door, watching her slim, bandaged figure launch itself into a kick-strike-fall combo, and frowned. If she was trying for graceful, she'd missed it by a field's-length. The best anyone could say about that particular attack-pattern was at least she hadn't sprained something...

He dropped his bag. "Having some problems?"