He backs off quickly, still a little wary because he's not sure if it's time to let his guard down or not. There's a few splinters in his hand and his face. "Ow." He grimaces, and plucks them out carefully, by feel. "I'm okay, but you're going to need a new shinai... Or maybe we'd better get you a blunt sword or something instead. It's not made to stand up to metal."