The Initiative's war was of little interest to Kaworu, and he intended to stay consistent in refusing to participate in contributing to missions. But one chore he was willing to partake in was weapon training, which was why he was here today.

He was in the middle of hefting his enormous blade from the ground when he heard a familiar voice. Glancing over his shoulder from his bent-down position, he saw the incoming ball sailing over and let go of his weapon's handle so he could twist and catch it nimbly.

The ball was in rather good condition - someone paid money for it, doubtlessly. With a smile, he stood up straight and turned to see Asuka, as he suspected.

"Good day, Soryu-san," he said. Without waiting for her to answer, he tossed it back to her.