[After all these "years" of training together, she recognizes his approval easily, nearly beams--encouraged, and taking note each time he takes the time to show her those weaknesses she bears. Her grip on the blade tightens, and she takes care to learn from each move. Reacting better the next time it happens to show him she's paying attention.]
[Biting back a little edge of impatience, Saya waits (this was practice for her defense, not offense, after all) for each blow even as the pace quickens. Knocking back with her counter each time, faster.]