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Subject Post 1PostSubject: Hands on Training   Fri Nov 22, 2013 5:49 pm


Tsukiko Yun, the Survivor Koneko
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    Koneko was up, the second she sensed Sagumi's presence. But no, he had not come for her; she sensed it leave, knowing that Kaito would be in tow. But the girl could not necessarily sleep further; she could feel the dawn coming. For a few moments, she debated going back to sleep; and even so, her body did not let her do so. With a soft noise, the girl lifted herself out of her bed. She had to gather the things for the bath, as there was a less likelihood of live electricity. Luckily, there was already wood for the heater; she would gather more the next time she was free, in order to help maintain the area and her own costs. She would have to inquire on where to chop the right trees.

    The girl set the heater alight, feeding it with the right amount of wood, and entered the bathroom. She filled water into the Furo, as it had not been used in a time. Before she made sure that it was clean, and then softly let the water heat up. She found the showering area, and cleaned herself with scoops of the bathwater, as it was proper. She was glad to see that the furo was built with Hinoki wood. It brought a small smile to the girl's face, as she softly dipped herself, once clean, into the warm water. She intended to soak her bones, and let her body rest softly. But she would feel wrong if she spent too long.

    After all, Kaito himself would be training, therefore she herself would go shortly. Moving out of the bath, she put the lid on the furo, and knew the water would be tepid when she came back; perfect for washing her clothing. For her former clothing was dirty, however she probably had to wear the training outfit still. The girl let out a soft sigh, and then dried her body with the air, knowing that neither male would be back soon. She timed her clock at five thirty, when she turned back inside, and gathered the training clothing. Slipping it on, she went a little bit further from the dorm, and did a few warm up exercises; going through her morning ritual to be exact.

    It was to make her body more free to move, as she just softly breathed. If she was warmed up, she could more easily maintain the training; Koneko had done that, and had trained on less sleep most of her life. She shook off the cobwebs of tiredness, forcing it down with her will, and finished her morning exercises.. for seven in the morning. Kaito should return soon; his mortal body would be extremely tired, and thus he would need rest. Heading into the dorm again, she quickly threw together a meal; and set it on the table, covered, for when the boy would return. At least he would eat, as she quickly nibbled on a single egg and toast. She would be fine with just that.

    The girl would wait, as she heard the shuffling; and Sagumi would find the girl, standing in the entrance as she bowed. Welcome home, her body seemed to radiate. But she spoke not.. for after all, Kaito would not like to hear it, and she would exchange herself with him, and follow Sagumi. It was around eight in the morning now, as the boy was probably more then tired.. and thus it would be her turn next. Perhaps, she was excited for it; but there was no trace of that on her face or body. She wouldn't have him satisfied, knowing she was anticipating. That would definitely convince him that he was winning or some such others things. No, she would just be patient.. and take her time to learn, and let him wonder.


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Subject Post 2PostSubject: Re: Hands on Training   Fri Nov 22, 2013 7:10 pm

The training Kaito had gone through this morning was light compared to what he was going to have to deal with in the foreseeable future. He was still fresh in this and Sagumi could not push him too hard, not yet at least. He had the framework necessary to begin his training in Tae Kwon Do and they had begun building his foundation for strong legs and an equally strong core. They would serve him well in times to come but for now he needed some rest, the trials and their training would tire out trained adults and was probably even worse for children. As Koneko came in to view, Sagumi had to work hard to stifle the strange surge of both excitement and amusement that Koneko was still wearing the training garb he had assigned her. He had figured even she would have given up on such attire after their first use but she was nothing if not dedicated. It was admirable, if a bit sad. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it...or how depraved you were, the outfit made the training he had planned for today...awkward. In a good way, of course.

After he let Kaito go rest, he beckoned Koneko to come with him. Grabbing one of the many torches off the wall, the master of martial arts would take her in the opposite direction that he took Kaito. Instead, they would be going deeper into the mountain. They would walk for a good few minutes, deeper and deeper into the chasm. Sagumi would finally stop in a long, dark hallway before gently placing the flaming stick into its holder on the wall before turning back to his scantily clad disciple, a strange mixture of arousal and bemusement on his face as he began explaining what they were going to do.

“The body has five senses, tactile, olfactory, auditory, optical and gustatory. Some consider the sensing of energy a sixth sense but it is still mostly tactile. Now, out of these five senses, the one that provides the shortest requisite time for the brain to process is tactile and as you know...speed is important. We will focus on that today.”

Sagumi would quickly shoot his right arm forward, angled upward at a forty degree angle and aimed for her shoulder. It wasn’t too fast that she could not react but it was going to force her to block instead of simply dodging it. They were going to do a wing chun exercise known as the sticky hands, she was going to learn to rely on all of her senses and if she couldn’t, well, Sagumi had no reservations about hitting her. Despite the over-sexualization Sagumi had no qualms about sticking her with, first and foremost she was his student and a student of the martial arts doesn’t have a gender.
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Subject Post 3PostSubject: Re: Hands on Training   Thu Nov 28, 2013 1:45 pm


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    It was easy to see that Sagumi was amused. He had pinned them as their training uniforms, and she would wear it unless she though he didn't want otherwise. The girl followed without much of a word, knowing that probably the training would be extensive. The unfamiliar weight of the clothes made it a little bit different, as Koneko's normal clothes were abnormally lighter then normal. Perhaps he had a good idea of her capabilities? Or was that giving him too much credit? She had noted him grabbing a torch, and perhaps though about it. As it was a bright day, that meant they were going somewhere dark, or some where that would require a light in which to guide them through. That did not bother the shinigami, as she breathed not a word still.

    That was perhaps Koneko's greatest skill; the absolute quietness of her mouth. One would think her tongue had been cut out, but there were some whom where wiser about it. The walk itself was a good few minutes, leading the two into a black chasm. The hallway was long and dark, and the only light was the torch; but this was a place obviously used before, as he placed the torch within a holder, the girl stopping her movements at a moderate distance. She couldn't really read the expressions off his face, but she saw amusement, and another expression she could not quite place. But it was familiar, and she did not let it bother her; she was confident in her appearance if she were to have said what she was strong in.

    Formerly, it may have been her understanding of martial arts, but she realized there were many, many things she had left out. Many things that a quick, grinding training could not replace. And some things that self-teaching would not give. Listening to his explanation, she nodded. Still not using her words, it was perfectly natural, as the male seemed to explain something she had already known. Five senses; there were many uses for many of these. However, a lot of her self-training could not compensate for a lot; she knew that much, and looked on towards the lesson with a certain degree of excitement in her frigid stance.

    And that's when he launched a strike. Koneko understood he was letting her to try and block it. The girl did not do so effortlessly, still unused to the heaviness of her clothing. Rather, she thought it was slower then normal; but she still managed to block it. She could feel her chest jingle at this, but paid it no other mind; actually why had she even noticed? The girl then pushed his arm away, as she was sure it was her own training they would attend to, not her fighting. That was a sort of easy confidence that she could give to Sagumi, a trust if she would. Though where the training went wasn't necessarily stable, but she would take each aspect as it game. Despite the positively naggy feeling within the back of her mind, like a yipping dog.

    That was possibly her Zanpaktou spirit nagging at her.


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Subject Post 4PostSubject: Re: Hands on Training   Thu Nov 28, 2013 8:36 pm

Sagumi has had many disciples over the many, many years that he had been alive. He'd approached some using his normal personality, he's raised some by being jovial and approachable, and he had trained some by being a harsh, grueling taskmaster. Sagumi had trained many, many great warriors and the repetitive use of the word "many" is absolutely necessary in this context. The best of those great warriors that his training repetoire had produced however were the ones he did not go lightly on, the ones he did not coddle. Over time he found that coddling produced mentally weak warriors and mentally weak, cavalier warriors were dead ones. Even if Koneko was not at risk of becoming so, Sagumi had decided how he was going to train Kaito and Koneko and her reaction to his opening attack only convinced him of his decision. He had told her to focus on all of her senses, he told her what he wanted her to do. If she was smart, she would have understood the importance of her simply touching his arm, she would understand the necessity of contact, she would understand the lesson he was trying to teach. She did not have an appropriately intelligent approach to the situation, she was instead swatting his arm away, as if he were joking. She would quickly learn that this was not the case, this was not the game Sagumi made everything else. This was serious and it would be in her best interest to start treating it as such.

Koneko, unfortunately, was going to be quickly acquainted with the fact that Sagumi’s chauvinistic groping and general antics had no place when they were training. This was serious and Sagumi did not know how to teach in any way that was not rough. As she blocked the overhead, hammer-esque blow, she was showcasing that what Sagumi was saying was not getting through to her. He had hoped she would begin to grasp the basics of what he was saying, but he could tell by the way she moved that she view it more as an irritated attempt at sparring more than it really was. He would have to use a dramatic example to hammer his point home it would seem. As soon as she pushed her arm forward, to brush his arm away, Sagumi would spring in to action at a speed that Koneko, quite honestly, was not able to follow yet. As soon as his arm was being brushed away, all of his muscles coiled in a deliberate, organized fashion as his body rotated, generating centrifugal force as his hips torque and his knee rose up to his chest. As his body would finish the small spin, his right leg would fire forward into her stomach, he did not put his full force into her, if he had he would have put his foot through her gut, but it was strong enough to catapult her ten meters down the hallway. She wouldn’t be seriously injured, but she would have the wind completely knocked out of her and her body rocked by the sudden impact. Sagumi readied himself back in a relaxed, standing stance before letting out another soft sigh and pacing his way toward the woman.

“Did you feel that? Not the kick of course, I’m sure you felt that and you’ll probably feel it tomorrow morning too but that’s not important right now. What was important is what your arm felt when it brushed mine away. You should have felt quite a lot, if you knew what you were doing. Whenever you move, your whole body moves. There are always tremors through the body and in the most trained of martial artists, practitioners use their whole body as one, one well oiled machine. The symmetry and unison give them strength, they also allow a particularly observant individual to use that against them.”

Sagumi stopped a few inches away, glaring down at the girl. The warmth he usually exuded? Gone. The carefree and jovial and ultimately snarky demeanor? No where to be seen. This Sagumi was not the one she knew, this was not the friend she would have outside these sessions. He was her teacher and he was going to hone her into a weapon, he was going to do exactly what she asked of him and more. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how masochistic she might be, she was not going to come out of it unscathed. There was no play time, she would not brush his arm away in such a cavalier manner again and she would not do anything outside of his explicit order unless she wanted far more pain than Sagumi had just administered.

“Now get up, and attack me, do try to hit me, I’d rather not have to put your head through the wall due to laziness.”
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Subject Post 5PostSubject: Re: Hands on Training   Fri Nov 29, 2013 6:30 pm


Tsukiko Yun, the Survivor Koneko
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    Of course, it seemed that he did not sense her intent. Pity. She had hoped he would not produce antics, and the girl had been right; the male, despite his mistaken intentions, let the grin fall. Koneko had a sense of something off, as she didn't have the time; his body was right there. She tried to adjust, but it did no good, the clothes were heavier then she thought. The girl was sent flying, her body flying. The girl landed on her back, having not executed the extra weight of the chainmail. Her breath didn't come out, as the girl curled up for a moment. That was enough for the voice inside of her mind to just stop talking. The naggy voice at least let up for now.

    The girl didn't try to get up, letting the feelings flood in her body. It was perhaps assumed that Sagumi had not foreseen the strange effects that the uniform was having; or had he not noticed how her body had slowed? She was not used to weights per say; the clan did not wish for their goddess to hold giant muscles due to weight. She was taught to be like air, light and never capable of remain substantial. That was what she had learned and she perhaps thought that he would have valid methods; but she had her suspicions that he did not clearly understand why she brushed, and not countered. She was working on flowing into her senses. She was not instant of course, for it had been a time where she had to do such. Time made those skills rusty.

    Koneko felt like he had no respect for what she had tried to do. But then again, she had not even spoken, or communicated her intentions as clearly as she normally would; she figured she earned the pain. At least, she thought so.. but that was before a bright flash happened. A ball of energy just suddenly popped in front of Sagumi, as if trying to come in between the male and his student. From that flash a form appeared. The girl was pink haired, around 5'6 in height, shorter then Koneko of course, and her eyes were strange. Slitted and her face was clearly, clearly unhappy. ''YOU!'' declared the figure, poking Sagumi rudely in the chest. ''YOU! I don't ask that you molly coddle, but at least understand her feelings!''

    The dragon-kin said roughly, before poking her finger in his chest again. ''You better actually pay attention! She brushed your strike because she wanted to adjust her senses, you blind idiot.'' she said again, poking him once more. Koneko's face betrayed none of her confusion, but she slowly got up, wincing as the outfit was still heavy. The girl didn't speak, but she did offer a look to Sagumi. The girl smiled at Koneko, before poking Sagumi one last time. Well, attempting; regardless of what happened, the pink haired girl would just keep trying to poke his chest, to make her point go across. ''So now I'll let you get back to training, but instead of wrapping yourself in your own butthole, like your words let out, pay attention!'' she said, before she just disappeared.

    That was certainly a confusing thing, as Koneko let out another breath, and then looked at Sagumi. She would accomplish what he wanted, but for the moment, she half-debated on throwing off the outfit completely. It was hindering her, and he obviously was thinking of something else.. but she would wait to see if he had an idea of what the hell that was.


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Subject Post 6PostSubject: Re: Hands on Training   Sat Nov 30, 2013 11:09 am

The dark hallway was lit by the singular torch and Sagumi had not positioned it in a way to accommodate for needing to send Koneko flying down the hall. Sagumi walked with deliberate steps toward the fallen woman, the light flickering ostensibly through the hall and framed Sagumi’s eyes, the rest of his face obscured in the darkness as his piercing gaze broke down Koneko’s recoiled form. It wasn’t a matter of not noticing that she was moving slower, it was a matter of not caring. It was irrelevant to the lesson he was trying to teach and even if it weren’t, strength did not allow for excuses. Strength did not apologize, there was no reason or justification for weakness. There were always going to be some reason why you’re not at one hundred percent. Poor conditions, lack of light, indigestion, the list goes on for miles. If she let something silly like a little extra weight affect her so, then she was going to die, that simple. Perhaps she was too sheltered to appreciate the reality of that, Sagumi did not know. He was forced to kill many people, constantly, his whole life involved wanton slaughter for the sake of following orders and the simple truth of “kill or be killed” was a constant reminder that excuses for why someone can or cannot do something would typically land you on the latter, “or be killed” half of that truth. Before Sagumi could open his mouth to parrot this truth to the fallen woman however, something he was not remotely prepared for happened.

A small, well smaller than Koneko and himself at least, he supposed it was average height for most people, woman seemed to appear out of thin air and the look on Sagumi’s face noticeably shifted from severe and intense back to his more accustomed to jovial curiosity. The man’s eyes trailed down to the finger that was angrily jabbing into his toned and firm chest before his eyes slowly shifted back to the woman’s face. There was something different about it, something animalistic. She was saying something but Sagumi didn’t really pay attention, or care. Based on how angrily she was jabbing his chest with her finger he assumed it was some kind of scolding. The man’s eyes shifted toward the sword at Koneko’s feet. That was the only logical reason for this sudden incursion, nothing else made any logical sense short of the temple complex getting a very attractive ghost to haunt it and while that would be rather awesome, it seemed rather unlikely as well. No, the logical conclusion was that it was in some way connected to Koneko’s Zanpakutō, which in and of itself was somewhat weird. Out of all the shinigami that he had met and/or killed, none of them had their weapon manifest in such a way. He’d seen their weapons fire energy blasts, extend to dramatic distances, transform into other weapons, he even saw one transform into a giant lizard and try to eat him. He had never seen one manifest itself as a woman and he had never seen one do so without any visible changes to the Zanpakutō itself. There was only one more important test to perform on this phenomenon. As the potential Zanpakutō spirit/haunting ghost prostitute began repeatedly and in rapid fire poking Sagumi’s chest, he returned the favor. With a very quick, yet gentle motion, Sagumi threw two palm strikes directly at the girl’s chest and gripping, pushing her back a few inches and holding her at arm’s length and far enough away that she could no longer poke his chest.

“Yes, feels like a tangible woman, fascinating. We’ll come back to these...I mean you, later.” Whether or not she went through with her poofing or not, Sagumi quickly blew past the girl, leaving her most likely stunned behind him and moving toward Koneko, his facial expression slowly shifting back to the more severe and intense variety as he glared down at her, surprisingly intimidating for such a slender man. “If you cannot fight through your hindrances, you shed them, or you die. This isn’t soul society, this isn’t luxury, you’re not protected. You either stand on your own now or you’ll die, one of the myriad of creatures out there will kill you or I might be too disgusted and do it myself. Welcome to the real world, now get up and follow my commands or go home. Now attack me.”
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Subject Post 7PostSubject: Re: Hands on Training   Sun Oct 04, 2015 12:54 pm


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