[Henry's face remains the same as ever, but inside there's a wide grin. Bakura doesn't recognize it. That's a very, very good sign.]

Ryou had wanted to exert himself, so I had been thinking of at least showing him the basics so he could spar with the air. Even if it's not polished, it's still exercise, isn't it?

I'm surprised the one I picked up felt so comfortable, admittedly. Perhaps I had a bit of help with that... but either way, I'll be sure to pass it onto him later on.

[Henry moves over, adjusting Bakura's hands once he grips the smaller sword again.]

Here. You space your hands like this.