[attr="class","iwanepost"]Iwane took a deep breath, resetting his focus to try and savor the use of his chakra as instructed by HItomi.
"Right!” he said, confirming that he understood. There was a fire in his voice and in his eyes, and for a second, though just barely a second, Hitomi might notice that the veins deep within would bulge and then resume their normal size.
Once he felt ready to charge again, Iwane let out a small battle cry, yelling as he charged in. This time, he when with a flurry of kicks. He kept them consistently strong but paced out enough that he could conserve his chakra as he powered through the fight. Iwane did his best to weave through and past potential counterattacks by his instructor.
At more than one point, he could tell if this had been a real fight, he would have died. She had been using her hand in such a way to mimic a knife. A slice here. A stab there. Iwane would have been gutted on the battlefield. Granted, he was going for concentration and muscle memory now. It wasn’t about the reflexes, at least not at this moment and he knew that. If he could just get control over how much chakra was leaking out of his system unnecessarily, he could then begin to focus on the strength, reflex, and overall technique.
Despite being aware of this and knowing his position, it still irked Iwane. He felt like he wasn’t strong enough. He would have died. Once. Twice…Ten times over…in this fight alone. He could feel himself pushing harder and harder, though his concentration on his chakra was not at all worsening, thankfully.
As the flurries of strikes came to an end, Iwane flipped backward and put some distance between himself and Hitomi. He wiped the sweat from his brow, though quickly noticed that the vision in his eyes was quite blurry. He squinted, forcing them to refocus and in doing so they flickered from blue to red, revealing the one Tomoe he had earned in secret.
Iwane quickly blinked several times, shying away. It was none of her damn business how he got it, but he knew he couldn’t fool her either. He pretended nothing had happened, and again blue eyes shone fiercely. His hands remained up, defensive now in preparation for something to happen. Whether that was combative or a question about his eyes…he honestly feared both.
Hyūga Hitomi