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[The training the previous day with Ryo and Touma had only left him feeling both set back and determined. The armors were gone for them--for now, possibly, the thought stays, but Seiji doesn't focus on it--but the power is there. He can feel it.
The butterfly pavilion is quiet, peaceful, soothing, and he sits neatly on the ground, tuning into the loudness of the silence. The flapping of the fragile, gossamer wings. The inhalation of air into his own lungs. The sound of his heart beating. He lets the world fall away and reaches inside of himself for the power that is there, blocked--disconnected.
But he cannot stop trying.
Unbeknownst to Seiji, his body has begun to glow, ever so lightly, the kanji for "spirit" glowing on his brow. It's as if his skin has been covered with a gentle ambiance of light with no source. It is all that he can achieve, but it's also something that may attract attention.]
{OOC: Nothing flashy, since Seiji doesn't have that kind of power himself, but he'll keep trying anyway.}