He didn't have that look on his face, did he? Isamu immediately frowned, sitting up a bit straighter. After all he'd gone through, it would be pointless to give up on this now. How bad could it really be, anyway? At least he wouldn't be having his magatsuhi drained on a regular basis.

Raphael was right about it not being much of a dojo, though. He was going to be taking some painful falls here, he was sure, and he winced inwardly at the thought. And sweeping the floors... goddamn. Why had he roped this guy into doing this again?

"I'm still here, aren't I?" He'd survived the morning run. He could survive the rest of today's lesson. Hopefully.