Welcome to the first omake! I'll be honest, it's been sitting in my drive for about a month, and I wanted to share! enjoy!

Canon to the story: Yes

Timeframe: spring before UA freshman year.

Relevant characters: Anima, Izuku, Jesse

Izuku was sitting on the cacciatores porch with Jesse, facing the courtyard. The sakura were falling slowly in the light breeze and turning the yard into something one would find in a painting. Anima was standing in the yard with his sword, meditating before he started his kata. Every movement muted, every breath was controlled to an eerie preciseness as if he was an automaton. When Anima stood up, he drew his Miao Dao fluidly into a base guard. Izuku saw his teacher start with a simple cut before seamlessly following with another.

There was a difference between the werewolf and many other practitioners of this complex kata; he was slow in the execution. To anyone else, it would be agonizingly boring to watch, but Izuku knew what the purpose was. The part of the sword that held the center of balance was moving five inches every second, no more, no less. Anima was controlling himself in every sense of the word, down from the micro movements in his limbs to his his heart rate. He kept the edge perfectly parallel to his cut as it glided through the air without a sound. Izuku reinforced his vision to capture this in as much detail as he could for later, and suddenly found a detail he missed before.

"Is he…" the teen trailed off before Jesse answered.

"He's putting them in front of his path while staying in control" what the two noticed were the sakura, or what was happening to them. With the edge alignment perfect and the sharpness of the blade making it possible, the petals were being cut directly in half. If you didn't know what to look for, you would miss them, but it was astonishing if you did.

"Beautiful." was the only way the hero in training could phrase it, but he didn't think those words did the spectacle of control justice. After the routine was finished, Anima carefully put the blade in the sheath with the same fluid motion he used to draw it.

"It's funny," the martial artist broke the silence. "When I was younger, I thought that the strongest martial arts were the fastest. But now… now I know that control is key; I guess that's what old age does to you. It tempered me with wisdom, only to show me how dull I was when I was young." His reminisce was interrupted by his student's gaze. Looking at the teen and his wife with a soft smile, he walked over to sit with them. Nothing was like watching the sakura fall with a hot cup of tea.