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[Anyone happening by the training dojo will hear the telltale sounds of a fierce battle: the clanging of a sword against metal, boots stomping out a pattern of impossibly fast, complicated maneuvers. But upon looking inside, there is only one combatant.]
[Conrad has set up three man-sized training dummies and is consuming himself with turning them into innumerable pieces, which are scattered around on the floor. The fringe of his hair is damp with sweat, as is the collar of his uniform, but he doesn't stop. Each pass separates a new piece of the dummy from its source, and yet with each arc of his sword he fails to find what he is seeking. Each pass leaves him just as weak, just as helpless, as the ones before.]
[But he won't stop. He must sharpen his skills, train, prepare. Even if none of that can protect Yuuri in the way he needs. Even if Conrad's sword and all it stands for are meaningless, because they can't save him.]
[This is all he can do for Yuuri. And he can't afford another lapse that would cost him everything. And so he narrows his eyes and swings his blade and sends another innocuous piece of training dummy fluttering to the floor.]
((OOC: Someone, or several someones, should stop him before the emo goes nuclear. Save him from himself!))