Helping Hand (Masami, Sol) [Closed]

"Then I'll learn learn to dodge your swords, I'll learn to hit harder than them. I'll do whatever conditioning you want, or training. But.."

The man seemed to reply immediately, despite her tiredness he was not in that moment. As he sought to make his case to the woman his hands would close into fists, feeling the callouses which had formed from countless punching drills. His shins ached from just all the kicks he had been doing the other day before this mess, his body felt broken down and weak. But he knew that it could become more, that it could be forged into a weapon which was better than any sword.

Thus he held his closed fists to her, his fingers facing up. Those hazel eyes seemed to shift between their vibrant crimson and his normal hazels. But even she could feel the soft pulling of energy meaning his spiritual energy was beginning to form into something. Perhaps it was shonen like, or even sterotypical for a young man to seek out someone to train him. Yet, he had not sought her out- she had found him. This must have meant something. It had to.

"...give me the chance. And after you train me for a few days, if you wish to still leave then I shall not stop you. Besides, what better do you have to do?"

A cheeky smile followed, almost like a smirk. Despite his drawn and tired appearance, he seemed to at least having some joker mannerism.