[ Whether it was with wooden swords or with actual weapons, there was no denying that the young lady before Assassin was a very gifted prodigy. And her self-taught fighting style was so strikingly similar to someone else he is close to that it only fueled the embers of his own burning desire for a good fight.

But she was green. Not a slouch, or someone to underestimate, but her fighting style was pretty sloppy that he can't help but not go full 100% serious... not yet, at any case.

So, instead to return her desire for a rematch that she demanded, the man merely sets his wooden weapon down to the floor deck and casually makes his way to the side where two cups and a large pitcher were laying for them.

Is it time for tea? Perhaps, but now is actually time for water. ]

You're strong and quick, but you still have much to improve on. As a fellow swordsman, I applaud to you on your skills that carried you this far. However, even the most battle hardened veteran knows when its time to take a break. Sit down, drink, and regain your breath and composure. Afterward, we shall continue.

[ With that being said, he will offer that cup of water to the captain of this ship with a 'Care to join me?' motion with his head to Djeeta. Will she? ]