Today I was spending at my beach-house. Or rather, outside the beach-house. I was standing in the sand and swung my great violet axe. Again and again it cleaved thru the air as I discovered new ways to connect to the amount of different sword arts I had at my disposal. This was to make my head clear and get in the mood to do what I planned to do with this day. After about an hour of training, I wiped away the sweat on my forehead and sheathed my axe. As my feets steared towards Zugaikotsushima,