[Tenchi Kyoko]

A Diamond In The Rough

Kyoko browsed the various kids running around the academy her eyes narrowed as she sought out her target. All of the various students recently had been asked to write down what they wanted to improve upon as shinobi-to-be so that they could find others they could help and pair off to improve. For Kyoko her partner of choice was perhaps unexpected. Rather then pairing off for Taijutsu training, or working on other more exciting ninja skills she'd selected one Tenka Yujukumono "Yuju" as her partner in crime for the day. Specifically because she knew the other boy was working on hand seals.

Finally spotting the younger boy among his classmates as she zeroes in on his darker shorter head of heard the girl jogs over to greet him. As Kyoko put on her best winning smile and trotted over. "Hello. I'm Tenchi Kyoko. I heard you were looking for a training partner?" She introduces herself with a dip of her head in greeting. "I had an idea for a potential training game that I think would benefit us both." Kyoko offers as she awaits the other academy students answer. Hoping that the younger boy would be up for her idea. It might even be fun.

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Yuju leaned back in his desk, letting out a small yawn. Class was doing something new, instead of a real lesson they'd all been told to write on what they wanted to work on, and were expected to pair off peer to peer. Yuju actually kinda liked the idea, at least as a concept. It was more exciting than a lecture at least. But as the black haired boy looked at the list before him, he had a slight dilemma. No one on the list really matched up with what the boy wanted.

Most people wanted practice in something more physical, usually where they were lacking in class like taijutsu, or one of the jutsus they were expected to learn to get through the academy. But Yuju was more interested in something else, hand signs. The boy was already more martially skilled than a lot of his peers. And his clan were Amegakure's genjutsu specialists, so he wasn't too concerned with that. But there was something that bugged him. He struggled with his handsigns, or at least he struggled using handsigns when he was also trying to use those martial skills of his. It wasn't that he was slower than everyone, it was just he wasn't faster than everyone, which caused problems sometimes. But no one on the list matched with him.

But it seemed someone else could see something he couldn't, one his classmates approached him, though he couldn't say he really knew her. It wasn't that she didn't stand out, her long, blue hair made her easily noticeable in the class. But they'd never hung out though that didn't seem to hinder her in how she managed to single him out. And that was when she introduced herself, and the boy let out a smile, though he still kept leaning back. Tenka Yuju, though I guess you already know that, huh? After the introductions, the girl proposed something interesting it sounded like. Oh? The boy still kept his carefree look, but it was clear his interest had been piqued.

[Tenchi Kyoko]

A Diamond In The Rough

Introductions handled Kyoko took a seat on the edge of Yuju's desk beaming down at the boy her eyes a shade of soft pink just shy of rose were bright with mischief. "Have you ever played Rochambeau?" She inquired awaiting for him to nod or shake his head in answer before she continued. 

"The game I have in mind is a bit like it. You'll try to get through all twelve hand signs and I'll try to use my speed in order to interrupt you by trying to get my hand between yours to stop you from making the signs." Kyoko explains with a wide grin. "The rules are that I can't just leave my hand in your space to stop you. I have to bring it back to myself each time and I'm not allowed to grab you or touch you in any manner beyond trying to get my hand between yours. In return you can't touch me or use jutsu to try to stop me from interrupting you either other then moving your hands out of the way. If I interrupt you you have to start over from the first handseal." She adds elaborating on the rules of the game for him.

"What do you think? Wanna play?"

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The girl had no issue with getting up close to the boy despite them having just met, instead treating him as if they'd hung out every day as she pulled up a seat directly next to him. The boy's smile didn't falter at what some might consider too personal of an act of familiarity, not bothering to ease into things but instead just jump right in. Honestly, it was amusing all in it's own, and the boy was curious just what the girl might pull next. But instead of more invitations into the black haired boys personal space, she instead became engrossed in her explanation, telling him the rules of the game. Which was a good thing, he wasn't actually familiar with it, and shaked his head in a negative as she asked if he was familiar with it. At least it was nice that he wouldn't be jumping into the game blind.

Though as she finished explaining it would become clear that he he wouldn't have to think on the rules too much. It was very simple, a playground game, though one he'd never had to play himself. After all, he'd never really focused on his hand signs before this. Though the boy couldn't deny that it did sound fun
Or more fun than class at least. So he was more than willing to play, and his happy go lucky smile brightened into something like actual joy as he tilted his head. Sure~Sounds fun!

[Tenchi Kyoko]

A Diamond In The Rough

"Great! I promise this will be really helpful." Kyoko swears not wanting to let the other student down or worse prove the academies new strategy was bad. Honestly she thought it was a nice way to make friends and meet other classmates. Including a great way to help one another improve.

"Would you like to start right away? The nice thing about it is it doesn't take much to play. I bet you could even play this during downtimes on missions." She muses though the mental image of someone from JITE playing a children's handgame was kinda amusing, but appearances could be deceiving. She'd learned that from her Father.

Lifting her hands Kyoko made herself ready. Flatting her palm and holding it to the side with the intention to strike like a snake in a poke or bring it down sharply like a butchers blade to interrupt Yuju. The goal after all was speed and to help one another to improve. Which meant she needed to work on her own quickness and reaction time. The girl practically vibrating with exited energy making it clear she was always a bit 'much' as one might say. Always give one-hundred-in-ten-percent her Mother always told her and Kyoko's dial was permanently cranked to the max and then removed.

Which was maybe a little worrying, but at least she rarely ran out of energy.

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Yuju watched the blue haired girl tense up, like a snake coiled to strike while waiting for the boy to begin creating hand signs, while asking if the boy wanted to start right away. It seemed she was rather excited to begin at the very least, given how she was already preparing before he'd said anything. Thankfully he didn't it wasn't like he had anything else to do during the break, besides actual class work which the boy was more than happy to ignore in favor of starting.

It also helped that the way the girl was describing it, it seemed this was something that he would be more than capable of doing on his own time. His head would tilt the other way at this additional enticement, though his expression wouldn't change much beyond his vague smile, the only thing showing besides his amusement that showed that this information did in fact intrigue him. Though he would need someone else too play with during said downtime. But that was only a minor obstacle in the grand scheme of things.

Hmmm...Sure~ I think I get the gist of it~ And with that the games would begin, the boy starting to form ram, and readying to cycle through all the hand seals, the boys eyes watching her hand for the strike. Truthfully however, the boy wasn't the most competitive person. He liked winning like any other person, and watching people's reactions when they lost, but he wasn't about to go all out just for a children's game that was meant to be an interactive break between classes. And anyways, it was still the first round. They had plenty of time, so he could take his time, and just watch the girls hands, and just how fast she was going to be. While he bided his time.

[takeda sadako]

KILLING YOUR IDOLS IS A CHORE

Despite her promotion, Sadako still spent a decent amount of time hanging around the academy; mostly to drag Yua off to hang out for the afternoon, sometimes to pick on the kids that still annoyed the shit out of her, very rarely to speak to an old sensei about something she was trying to figure out. Today, she was on a very specific mission. It didn’t take long for her to find her target, who was playing that stupid handseal game with the little princess bitch. Perfect. Sadako slid up behind Kyoko, and with the element of surprise on her side, brought her hand down in a swift, vicious chop against Yuju’s handseals. She hit hard, though no bones should have broken. Not yet, anyway. Kyoko startled, and backed off to the side. "Get out of here before I break your other arm, Princess,” Sadako sneered, and Kyoko backed up another step. The younger girl lifted her chin and said, "I’m going to get a teacher!” and ran off. Sadako rolled her eyes. "Here, let me help you,” Sadako said, sickly sweet as she stepped in to take Kyoko’s place. "She’s too slow, you’re not gonna improve like that. C’mon, try again.”

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[Tenka Yujukumono]

Yuju hadn't thought anything of an older kid appearing at first, not even when she came up directly to them. He just assumed she knew Kyoko, maybe her sister or something. Or maybe she was here too meet up with one of the teachers and decided she didn't have anything better to do than watch this game of rochambeau. Though that'd be kinda sad, while fun enough to play, even Yuju had to admit that it was kind of a boring game. Like one of those teaching games that's meant to help you learn while being just fun enough you don't stop playing out of boredom. What he hadn't been expecting was the interference, a chop coming down on his hands before he could even make a second sign. And it came down hard.

OW! His hand would immediately turn red, and he'd start shaking it, trying to get the stinging pain to stop. WHAT THE HELL?! While they weren't supposed to swear on Academy grounds, the young boy couldn't help himself from the sudden attack, Kyoko looking equally shaken up. And this only increased at the mention of a broken arm, Yuju looking up with alert caution as his training partner fleed, yelling that she was going to get one of the teachers. W-Wait! What about- But before he could enquire about the training, she was already gone. Great... It looked like he was going to be doing class work after all, until the older girl spoke up.

Yuju had assumed he'd just happened to step into a feud between his blue haired classmate and this older girl, perhaps a sibling rivalry of some kind. That hitting him had just been meant to send a message. But instead the girl stuck around, and offered to take the place of his now long gone partner. There was clear hesitation on his face, the boy mindlessly rubbing the hand she'd slapped. Yet, he didn't have much reason to doubt her. He'd never even met her before. But it was clearly obvious how built she was, tall and muscular he could absolutely believe she'd broken Kyoko's arm. But he didn't have to worry about that, he had never done anything to her. And maybe she hadn't meant to hit so hard, or was trying to show off how fast she could be. ...Ok. Fine... The boy would once again try and cycle through the hand signs, asking one question as he began. So...Are you Kyoko-chain's sister?

[takeda sadako]

KILLING YOUR IDOLS IS A CHORE

Sadako just stared at Yuju as he bitched and complained, her gazes flat and unimpressed as she waited for the kid to figure out what was going on. He was more stupid than she figured, though, because he just rolled with the whole situation. He even asked if she was Kyoko’s sister. "Ew, no,” she said. "She’s a brat. I feel bad for anyone related to her.” If this was going to work, Sadako couldn’t keep whaling on the kid, not right off the bat; she had to coax him into security first, get him talking. Make him confess to his crime, and then shove his face in the dirt. He started circling through the hand signs, and he got to five this time before Sadako chopped down on his hands—much more gently this time, just enough force to stop his movements, nowhere near the strength she had displayed with her initial interruption. Let him think it was an honest mistake. "Again,” she said, gesturing for him to continue. "Do them backwards now, you’re fast enough doin’ em regular.” A rare moment of Sadako giving out genuinely decent advice: it was a trick she herself had employed when first learning handsigns, because she had struggled to remember which sign was which when she had to do them out of order.

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[Tenka Yujukumono]

Ooookkkk... Yuju's head would tilt at the strange girls comments, sounding completely disgusted at the mère idea of being related to Kyoko-Chan in any way. For the young boy, that only led to more questions however, such as just who was this muscular girl sitting before him? All he knew was what he'd figured before, that there was some sort of rivalry between the two girls, and he'd somehow gotten caught in the crossfire. But if it wasn't a sibling rivalry, why didn't they like each other? Why would this girl break Kyoko-chans arm? And why was she sticking around? He couldn't make heads nor tails out of any of this, and it was only the fact he'd never even met this girl before that he didn't feel in any real danger, instead just staring quizzically at her answer.

But whatever her reasons for staying, it was undeniable she was an effective teacher, and she wasn't hitting him hard again, causing the boy to put down his guard even further. The boys sky blue eyes were starting to show shades of a deeper indigo now as the day was going by, and those eyes would be switching between watching the girls eyes and hands. Trying to predict when she'd slap, trying to get as many handseals as he could, timing them just right. And it'd work! Getting to five before the purple wearing girl suggested up, going backwards. And the now indigo eyed boy would Nod. OK. Sounds good. You're a better teacher than I thought you'd be, you don't look like it...

The boy was rambling a little now, revealing a little more than he'd meant. The last remnants of his confusion from earlier. So you said you feel bad for anyone related to Kyoko-Chan right? Why, what happened? Did you really break her arm? The dam had been broken and the young boy couldn't hold back the questions anymore as he started to make backwards handseals, his intense focus on going backwards making him even less restrained than he usually was. Which wasn't much. But then it dawned on him, a question that very nearly broke his intense focus on making backwards handsigns before he shook it off and recovered. Though it didn't stop him from asking the question still. Actually...Who are you?

[takeda sadako]

KILLING YOUR IDOLS IS A CHORE

You don’t look like it, Yuju said. Sadako scoffed. "I’m a great teacher,” she said, dripping with condescension. "It’s not my fault most people are too dumb to keep up with me.” The good news was that the kid was talking more now—whether that was because he was more relaxed or just because he was too stupid to focus on two things at once, she wasn’t sure, but at least her plan had worked. Chop. Gentle, quick, but let him restart and try again. "What?” she said, faking surprise and shock. "No, why would I do that? She sucks, but damn, that’s a special kind of bad.” Gaslight him into thinking she hadn’t threatened Kyoko with another broken bone… even if he didn’t totally fall for it, she just needed him to doubt himself enough. Chop. Still gentle. Let him try again. He asked who she was. "Sadako,” she said. She knew better than to give out her surname; too memorable. "I graduated from the academy a bit ago, but I got friends still in class here.” Chop. A little harder this time. Sharper. Faster. "You know Habiki? You know, Yua’s brother?” Chop. Hard enough to hurt, now. "He told me something interesting you said about Yua.”

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[Tenka Yujukumono]

The swallowed laugh almost threw off his concentration, an audible snort escaping the surprisingly still-concentrating boy. He'd often get a little stir crazy when forced to just sit still, especially for something that could get repetitive like a game like this. But this older girl was making it surprisingly fun, giving some weight to her claims that she really was a great teacher underneath her gruff exterior, and that maybe it really was everyone else who was the problem. That didn't stop the cap wearing boy from laughing at the mere idea of it, but it did give it some credence.

Though he would be thrown off by her claims that she hadn't broken Kyoko-chan's arm, despite having heard just that. The why did she say...What did happen between you two? Maybe it was a misunderstanding? Had the broken arm been an accident, or...? The young boy was confused now, and it was showing in his performance, his handsigns getting interrupted faster and faster as he finally inquired just who he was playing this game of rochambeau with. This teenage stranger.

You still talk to people in the academy? That's kinda lame don't you thi- The boy had been smirking a bit, teasing her about reliving her academy days and still talking to students, though it was pretty good natured, for Yuju anyways. But he interrupted himself, after getting interrupted by the girl, Sadako, when she once again slapped his hand during his attempt at handsigns, even quicker this time. It was happening more frequently, and he didn't understand just what had changed. And in his concentration on being even faster, he almost missed it, her bringing up Habiki. And Yua. Habiki? Wh-Ow! You're hitting hard again!

The boy yelled at the hit, his concentration now noticeably split between the shift in conversation and the training. And he'd already started making signs when the teen revealed her reason for being here, how this meet-up wasn't just a coincidence. And he actually paused mid handsign, leaving himself wide open from surprise. Wait...You can't be serious... Shock and confusion filled the boys voice and face, the reveal slowly hitting him as he slowly realized just what this was. An ambush.

[takeda sadako]

KILLING YOUR IDOLS IS A CHORE

Yuju had questions, now, his slow-as-molasses brain finally starting to catch up with how deep in shit he actually was, but Sadako didn’t answer, pretending instead to be fully focused on their game. She was actually needing to focus now—he was getting faster despite her efforts to the contrary, and she needed to put some actual work in to be able to chop his hands before he completed his cycle of twelve handseals. Finally he realized, and Sadako smiled, the sickly-sweet grin of a predator who had maneuvered her prey into an inescapable corner. One last time her hand snapped out, not in a straightforward chop but to fully grab Yuju’s frozen hand, and with a sickening snap crackle pop she squeezed and twisted—shattering the bones of his hand, breaking his wrist, undoubtedly causing him excruciating amounts of pain. "Think before you fuckin’ speak next time,” Sadako said, squeezing Yuju’s shattered hand. "You wanna call someone a bitch, find out who her friends are first. I catch you talkin’ shit again, I’ll break more than just your little bitch-baby hand, and you’ll be grateful that I was nice to you this time.” And without another word she fled the scene of the crime: Kyoko would undoubtedly be returning with a teacher soon, and she didn’t want to be caught dead with proverbial blood on her hands. [exit.]

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[Tenka Yujukumono]

Yuju got an answer to his question on whether the girl before him was serious with the look on her face, sadism filling every corner. And the young boys face would finally give her the reaction she wanted, fear, as he immediately tried pulling his hands back. He had absolutely no interest in playing games or learning anything from some crazy, violent stalker. And he wasn't afraid to say it either. You're crazy! HEY OW! LET ME GO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU-AHH! The boys tongue was faster than his body, with the black haired demon managing to grab his hands, and squeezing. Hard. LET ME GO THAT HURTS!

The now panicking boy tried pulling free to no avail, as her grip got tighter and tighter, harder and harder. Then she started twisting his wrist, his joints popping in protest, his fingers dislocating from how hard she was squeezing. That alone would've made him scream, cry, the pain so intense. But it wasn't over, for there was also a large crack, a snap, his wrist breaking from her twisting and squeezing. She'd completely broken his left hand, his dominant hand. AGHHHHHH!! YOU PSYCHO!!! Now he knew just how she'd broken Kyoko's arm, as the boy gripped his hand crying in pain.

He could understand her warning, even though his ears were ringing, his head was throbbing, his wrist excruciating. Even through his soft sobs, he still could hear her words, her threats, her sadism as if she'd done him a favor. He'd heard her, and he wasn't to forget this, even if all he could do right now was cry and hold his hand until an adult came to help get him to a doctor.

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