The gym was pretty much empty now, save Aya (now out of her armor and back in casual clothes). She sighed as she looked over her shinai, looking at the edges with a critical eye. It was starting to crack. Hers probably wasn't the only one too, thanks to budget cuts.

She grunted as she eased off the guard and then the grip. She pulled out one of the club's bottles of oil, a cloth, and some pliers. Even if it was cracking, it might last a bit longer with maintenance if they were lucky.