Spar: Momoko vs Sasha

Momoko was startled by Sasha's apparent concession. "Demo..." But...

Then she caught herself, startling over her insistence in comparison to Sasha's gracious sportsmanship. Her cheeks colored in shame. She bowed her head.

"I humbly apologize for selfishly imposing upon you. I will accept my victory."

When her face lifted up, she was smiling again. She extended a hand to Sasha. "Arigatou, Sasha. It was a very good match."

Sasha stood up, head slightly lowered in shame, arms hanging down as she took a deep breath to clear her mind. She had to swallow down a knot to talk again, answeiring:"Sorry, I am no worthy oponent.Forgive me my arrogance"
Sasha felt like she had only showed her lack of skill again, a lack of skill that didn't exist but kept her mind hanted ever since she was just a little child.

Momoko frowned. "You are not arrogant, Sasha-san," she scolded. "It was I who was arrogant. And I think we were both holding back on each other, so this match doesn't truly define the extent of our skills.

"And neither are you an unworthy opponent. You're the first person I fought whom I needed to use Shumokuzori on." The sumo fan smiled wanly. "I believe that merits you being very strong and skillful."

"I certainly didn't get body slammed by Momo-chan like that," Yatori agreed. "So, chin up, girl! It was a very exciting match."

Momoko would then bow to Sadie in deep respect. "Thank you very much for the excellent match, Sasha-san."

Sasha, a bad loser but also a good sport and discilined, stood up and waved a short salute at Momoko. She forced a true smile upon her lips and looked at both her new friends, saying:"gooottt thenn liettt asss goo sumwheirr aelsse"

"Nice idea," Yatori agreed. "How about we all shower together, eh? I don't know about you, but I'm sweaty, and I didn't even work!"

Momoko blushed a little. "Ah... that sounds a bit embarrassing..."

"Listen to yourself, Momo-chan. Are you even Japanese? Where's the need for skinship in you?"

"That's not it..." Momoko knew what her best friend's idea of 'skinship' was. Still, she was sure Yatori wasn't going to be the slightest sexually aggressive this time, not outside a hentai-style match with girls who weren't her girlfriend Mia. Certainly not Sasha, whom Momoko worried for.

"I was wondering if Sasha-san is fine with it," she suggested. "Sasha-san?"

"What say you?" Yatori added.

Sasha born up among soldiers and in a big mercenary squad was used to shower along with other's , even men or boys. MAybe this had only added to her non-existing interst in men. She simply gave a nodd and walked toward the showers, still busy thinking about her mistakes in this match to win at least some experience or insight.
She took a slower stroll then normal, becuase she was lost in this own world of her's and becuase her back still ached slightly.

"Let's go, then." Yatori walked beside Sasha. She draped an arm upon the Russian girl's shoulder in a companionable manner. "You did great, girl," she assured in a serious yet kind tone. "You did great."

Momoko walked right behind them, still smiling.

Sasha smiled again, walking toward the showers. She looked back at Momoko with an asking expression, slightly stiffenin as Yatori laid an arm around her shoulders.

Yatori chuckled, but lifted her arm away from Sasha. "Sorry. Didn't think you'd mind."

Momoko shook her head at her best friend. "You should be more considerate of other people's feelings, Yatori-san."

To Sasha she offered a reassuring smile. "I apologize for Yatori-san. She is always like that." And, sensing an unspoken question, she smiled brightly.

Sasha turned back at Momoko with a smile, a slightly painfull one for she tried to make clear that she didn't rhought so about Momoko, it was Sasha who had the big problem with handeling feelings, especialy her own ones.
She looked at Yatori:"I don't mind, just to sudden..and I think Momoko does consider other peoples..ahhh...feelings"