Ryuuji waited out by the lawn as he and Gogo had agreed in their flurry of owls back and forth. Four neat ovals of steel were placed just outside the corners of a table, creating a forcefield as strong as a wall, and on the table, Ryuuji had neatly lined up healing elixirs, bruise balm, bone-growth potion, blood-replenishing potion, wound salve, thread, needles, bandages and bottles of water, in case they got thirsty while fighting.
He wasn't kitted out as
David Brown as he had been during the radio show but instead was his usual self, dressed in all-black - leather trousers, a sleeveless top and fingerless spidersilk gloves with wristcuffs, along with boots. He wasn't carrying any visible weapons but a sword rested on a nearby rock, and he was wearing the exploding shruiken hairclips that he'd got as a Sorting bribe ages ago. He'd done his research on manriki and had been surprised to see they were like whips -- considering what his father's weapon of choice had been, Ryuuji wouldn't have a problem with Gogo's manriki, hopefully.
For now, though, he went through a series of easy stretches, warming up for the spar ahead of him and killing time while he waited for Gogo, green eyes bright with concentration and black hair pulled into its usual high ponytail to keep it out of the way.
This spar should be
fun; Ryuuji was looking forwards to it.