Dawn broke and slowly light would return to the world, the shadows of the night were chased away for another moment. The village of stone would remain bathed in shadow for a spell longer, but it did not mean the people of Iwagakure would sleep in or let it stop them from getting their day started. In the Kisaragi household Akihito had been up before dawn, preparing a few select items and a lunch before he headed out in a timely manner so he would arrive at one of the many training grounds of the village around the time the sun finally started to be visible over some of the mountain ranges. 

His warm-up was simple enough and worked through rather quickly. Once done he would shrug off his windbreaker, leaving him only in a t-shirt and loose-fitting pants, and open-toed sandals. With him, he had his tessen and a few other items, but those would remain in his bag until -if- he needed them. The fan lay heavy in his hand, the weight familiar and safe. He ran a hand over the side of it, slowly sliding it open, and checked the spokes of it. All was well with it. He snapped it closed and switched it out for a large paper and bamboo fan. He was not working with the real deal until he had the movements down and they flowed somewhat naturally. 

The paper fans were easy to handle and the resistance was nearly zero, but it was the equivalent of training with a bokken... Akihito positioned himself in the middle of the round training ground and started out with some simple, basic deflection and parry moves before he moved into a few sweeping strikes both upward and downward. 

Some might have been rather self-conscious about waving a fan around as this and Akihito had yet to meet any who didn't view the tessen as a women's weapon or a lesser weapon when compared to the sword or kunai. All weapons had their advantages and disadvantages. Flawed and never perfect. Much as the beings who wielded them.