[Jinjōi Chiyo]

*Twack! Twack! Twack!*

Ever since out of her sickbed, Chiyo sprung forth with renewed vigor and determination. For the past half a year, she was stricken with a terrible illness. Weakness, nausea, high temperature, dizziness, all the nasty things that just kept her barely moving around the house, unable to train or even read! Must have gotten it when visiting her close friend, Kyoko. In that timeframe, many of her class have moved past the academy, graduating into Genin. Them! To Genin! Before her! This could not stand! Chiyo had to catch up!

And so, every time after class, the girl went to a roofed open training ground, available to all. There were her favorite wooden dummies, whom she slammed with determination. Her wooden bokken making cracking noises from each blow. Last time she was here, she met a strange person, whom she nicknamed Duck-Sensei. Chiyo thought he was an enemy shinobi of somekind! And he even played along. But, as it turned out, the weird yellow trenchcoat guy was just pulling her leg. He did tell the girl about a cool samurai friend he had, and even taught her a neat trick! One she was unable to replicate. Not yet. Maybe once she earned a proper sword...

The girl did look like a miniature samurai though, with that dark purple kimono and sandals, and her hair in a neat bun behind her head. She struck the dummy a few more times, before taking a step back and bowing to it, as if in appreciation of it taking its blows. Chiyo wiped the sweat off of her forehead - this was quite a workout after so much time lazying in bed! 

"Phew..." - she said, sheathing the sword into a loop she attached to her belt, as if it were a scabbard. Instead, she took a bottle of water to drink. Dummies were good enough for beginner practice, but... she wanted more.

Perhaps she could meet another amazing person out here, in these training grounds?

[Susanō Shiori]

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[attr=class,opunkibulkrule]Another day meant another day to train! Each passing day was an opportunity to improve oneself and Shiori was determined to be the best he could be! So what was he gonna train today? Probably something more physical since he did some mental training the other day so it would be a good idea to do something about his body instead of his mind, but that still left him to try and figure out what exactly. He defaulted to his normal idea of he would just figure it out when he got to the training grounds like he always did.

Once he arrived there he found it occupied by another. A girl with white hair slashes away at a dummy with a wooden training sword. Her getup was very samurai-like and fit with how most people looked in comparison to Shiori's getup. Shiori looked like some rich noble with how he dressed in his black vest and white undershirt paired with black pants with gold accents. Outfit aside though she was training and he wanted to train so why not ask if he could work with her? Could be fun right? So getting closer he would wave frantically while calling out, "Hey! You need a training partner?" His grin was evident on his face hoping to work with her.

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[Jinjōi Chiyo]

"Huh?"

Chiyo heard someone calling out to her, and turned herself to face the source of the voice. Her wooden bokken inadvertently also being pointed towards the person. She lowered it as soon as she saw who it was though. It was ... a boy. A very small boy. The girl wasn't the tallest in her class, but she dwarfed this fellow by about 4 inches or so. Was he... 9 years old or something? Maybe! Dressed rich, though. A civilian? The girl was lost in guesses, up until he asked her about if she wanted a training partner.

"A training partner? Yeah! That'd be neat! Wooden dummies don't fight back at all!"

With that, Chiyo looked over the boy again. She couldn't see any wooden swords on him. Or any weapons at all, really! And his clothes, while pretty, would probably be tattered and dirtied the moment he hit the floor even once. Tapping on her chin a bit, the girl frowned.

"Where's your training clothes, though? You're not expecting to go at it at a fancy dinner garb, do you? And where's your weapon?" - the girl inquired, tilting her head to the side. The blue-haired boy was small and cute though, so her questions were more like babying than stern and demanding. Suddenly, she remembered something.

"Oh, I'm Chiyo, by the way. What's your name?"

[Susanō Shiori]

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[attr=class,opunkibulkrule]She accepted him as a training partner how exciting! It wasn't very often he could train with someone so to say he was excited was an understatement. Shiori jumped in the year and shouted, "Yeah!" when she agreed his smile plastered on his face so big his eyes looked like they disappeared. Though her next question about his attire did slow him down pretty quickly. He would look down at it a bit confused and say, "This is what I normally wear though." He never thought about how his clothes looked like to others, but if she was concerned about his clothing he was willing to do something about it.

"I can fix that though," he would say as he ran to a nearby bench unbutton the vest, and took both it off and the white undershirt. He would return topless and ask, "Is this better?" His clothes hid his physique before, but now it was on full display with the rather muscular frame now showing his age a bit better than his clothes made him look. Not taking into account how others perceived him or how they would react to him undressing in front of them he would ready himself in a defensive stance and say, "I don't need a weapon for this training so I'm ready whenever you are."

It almost didn't even register in his mind that she asked him a question about who he was though, but he eventually would relent the information. "Oh yeah! I'm Shiori! Nice to train with you Chiyo!" He was doing his best to be polite to the sudden training partner he had just made. Shiori also decided to add, "Don't go easy on me now." To show that he was serious about training even if it was without a weapon as he was going to train his body on endurance in this training session. So taking blows was what his goal was and doing it weaponless was probably the most efficient way of doing this in his mind.

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[Jinjōi Chiyo]

"I... wha?"

Chiyo just stood there, flabbergasted for a few moments, as this boy started undressing in front of her. Only partially, fortunately, but getting rid of his shirt and all. He was ... decently built for a boy his age. Nice and wiry. Showing that he was not just a posh rich fellow, but actually put some practice and effort into... whatever training her chose. "Uhh... I guess you can go shirtless. You're a boy after all."

Such discrimination, Chiyo thought! Why couldn't girls train without having bras? She was too young to understand it yet, perhaps. Still, her cheeks went a rosy shade of blush, as she turned away, until the other fellow, who introduced himself as Shiori, stood in front of her, bringing his fists up. Claiming he had no weapon. That made the girl's eyebrow rise.

"Ehhhh, no weapon? No way! I cannot strike the defenseless! Even training must be conducted by the warrior's code!"

Having announced that, Chiyo walked towards one of the closets with sparring gear in it. Out of it, she pulled another bokken. It wasn't as good as hers, which was personal, but at least it was good enough. Coming back, she presented the wooden weapon to the boy, handle first.

"Take this! You could at least try and put it in the way of my attacks or something!" - Chiyo said, before taking her position about 5 feet away, and raising her wooden sword up, in a dragon stance. Planting her feet firmly on the ground. 

"You ready? Go!"

[Susanō Shiori]

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[attr=class,opunkibulkrule]She had given him a weapon when she found out he didn't have a weapon on him which meant she was a kind person. This meant he wouldn't be given a full beating out of spite or anger so that was always fun, but it did defeat the purpose of what he wanted to train. Still, if he refused she might just not want to spar and train with him so he took it while trying to remain positive for the training. He just knew that he wasn't going to defend with this weapon and instead only use it for attacks.

"Weapons aren't my forte, but I'll do what I can," Shiroi would say in response to her comment about him using the weapon for getting in the way of her attacks. It was to reassure her to make sure she didn't just stop fighting when she hit him, but it would be up to him to start the fight. She would declare go and wouldn't rush forward like he hoped she would so he would have to do it himself. Rushing forward he would do a simple downward slash to the girl as it was something that could be easily blocked to start the fight.

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[Jinjōi Chiyo]

'It is the classic AAAAA Overhead Swing Mook Attack!'

Chiyo recognized that one from the kenjutsu manuals... And from the samurai picture books she read so often! And so, she knew exactly what to do! Fortunately, her sword was already above her head, in a good position to defend against such an attack! When it came down, she stepped to the side and put the sword between herself and the swing, her own tip facing downwards. The strike glanced off, and down towards the floor, while her own weapon remained above her head! All she needed to do was now to bring it down on the boy. And so she did.

*TWACK!*

The bokken struck his shoulder, somewhere around the collar bone. It was a hard strike. It left a red line over his otherwise unblemished skin. Had it landed on the head, it could've knocked a kid unconscious! Chiyo made distance as soon as that swing connected, backpedalling to put around 10 feet between herself and her sparring dummy. Heh-heh, dummy. A broad grin was over her face, as the girl was satisfied with the strike.

"Had this been a real weapon, you'd be cut in twain!" - she announced, proudly, before taking a Chudan-no-kamae stance, with her sword pointing forward, towards the boy's chest. To get to Chiyo, Shiori would have to get past that tip. 

"Don't just run at me like crazy! It's a sword, not a rock on a stick!" - the girl explained. Still unaware of this kid's true intentions. Chiyo thought he was there to learn to fight with swords! Not intentionally get his ass kicked!

[Susanō Shiori]

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[attr=class,opunkibulkrule]He knew his attack wouldn't hit and he anticipated the counterattack, but what he didn't anticipate was how much force would be behind it. A hit to the collarbone would leave a red mark on his flesh and he would wince from the pain of the strike, but he remained cool about it. He was here to train his endurance and if he buckled under such a flimsy attack what would be the point of even training such a skill? At least when he developed his clan's abilities he wouldn't have to worry about cuts hurting him since he would be able to reform his paper-like body once the skill was mastered.

He would smile and respond to her taunt with, "I wouldn't be so sure of that." A little tease as to who he was if she knew anything of the clans from the village showing one day he would be able to take those hits without so much as an issue. She would then criticize how he was so direct in his attacks to which he had to respond with, "Don't underestimate an unbreakable wall's will." A grin on his face would appear as he rushed her again raising his sword high once more, but instead of attacking straight down, he would twist his body and fake out to a slash to her side.

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[Jinjōi Chiyo]

"Unbreakable wall's will? What nonsense is this?! You're made of meat, not of bricks!"

Chiyo rolled her eyes a little at that exclamation. She was all for badass boasts, like samurai did in her picture books, but this sounded corny even by her standards! And it seemed that the first whack across his body taught the boy nothing. He just kept running straight at her with the wooden sword he's been given. 'Is he trying to impress me or something? Boys are silly.' - Chiyo thought to herself.

It didn't help that with her holding her sword in front of herself, the kid was running straight into its tip!

She wouldn't give him a chance to strike at her. Instead, putting one foot forward, she lunged, extending her reach, and thrusting that tip square into the boy's solar plexus! The force behind the push and the pain of being struck in such a vulnerable spot should be enough to push him backwards, and stop the charge before he'd even have a chance of swinging! This was a Fumikomu - one of the basic movements in kenjutsu. After performing the lunge, Chiyo returned back to her stance, with the sword still pointing outwards.

"Hmpf! You're trying to be killed or something? Had this been a steel sword, you would have impaled yourself!" - Chiyo chided and berated Shiori. The girl then sighed and rubbed her temple. Practice was fun and good, but it took all the pleasure out of a live opponent, if they were being so reckless. Pointing her sword down, she drew a circle on the ground around herself.

"Imagine this area around me at all times. You can't just approach a samurai without expecting to be hit! Be ready for it!"

Chiyo brought her sword up again, in a high guard. Looking as big and intimidating as possible, with the kimono flaring in the wind. And then, she started advancing. Step by step, towards the boy. 

[Susanō Shiori]

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[attr=class,opunkinamerule]Susanō Shiori

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[attr=class,opunkibulkrule]"For now," Shiori would say in response to her comment about him being made of meat and bone as he continued his attack only to be bested once again. Weaponry was never his forte and he was getting tired of it being in the way of what he wanted to accomplish, but he also wasn't one to give up either. The thurst to his solar plexus did sting a lot more than the previous strike which was annoying, but he wouldn't relent. Much like the wall he wished to be, he would still keep going. Besides, once he learned the clan's hijutsu this would be nothing for him.

His opponent would then comment about how if she were using a real sword he would be impaled to which he would respond with, "That's kind of the point now isn't it?" His plan for when he held his clan abilities was to surprise his opponents and make them think he was being reckless when in reality it was a surprise strategy to catch them off guard. yet his opponent seemed to be taking this lesson of wooden sword very seriously as if she would kill him with the wooden object. Almost laughable really, but their seriousness was in stark contrast to Shiori's notion that it wasn't a real sword. So pulling off such reckless attacks only made sense in his mind. In the heat of battle, it was good to rely on reflexes, and if he stuttered it could lead to the end of him in battle so best to fight through the emotions and fight on.

She would then make a circle around her in an attempt to demonstrate barriers and her reach as a samurai and honestly Shiroi's face held a grin on his face. "Can't you see yet?" He would question her to see if she could understand what he was trying to accomplish in this match. He thought he was being pretty clear when he tried challenging her without a weapon that he was doing this to practice his ability to take a hit. To ignore the pain and fight on in battle and just win with his fortitude alone. As she got closer he would chuck the sword at her like a projectile then follow up on it and attempt to tackle her to the ground. Fist fighting was better for him anyways and if she wasn't ready to get down and dirty in this fight then maybe she wasn't the right sparring partner for him.

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[Jinjōi Chiyo]

"The point? Huh?"

Chiyo was truly confused. Despite her berating and her advice, the boy just... seemed to want to charge head-long into her wooden stick! Despite how often he was twacked. If anything, it seemed to excite him more, in a weird sort of way. He even threw his sword at her, instead of using it for defense! The throw was clumsy - these things weren't made for throwing. Chiyo brought her sword down to knock it aside. It was then when Shiori tried to bum-rush her!

The girl was pretty quick on her feet. She backpedaled, all while throwing a couple of swift strikes towards the boy, in a quick left-right combo, batting at his head and face, as she maintained distance. Suddenly. It all clicked to her. The shirtlessness, the apparent disregard for personal safety or even the very concept of sparring, where both assumed training weapons were real. The weird excitement he got whenever she drew another red line across his chest, with each hit. The realization hit like a truck. The girl's face became red, with a mix of embarrassment and anger.

"Ohhh... I get it now. You're... you... YOU'RE A PERVERT!!!"

Chiyo yelled out loud, gripping the hilt of her sword so hard her knuckles turned white. 

"IS THAT IT, HUH?! YOU LIKE BEING BEATEN WITH A STICK?! FINE! YOU'LL GET YOUR WISH, IN SPADES!"

Oh, she was mad now. And she went on to attack. If before she played from defense and responded with singular, accurate hits, now Chiyo was out for blood, armed with the perceived perversity of her opponent. What she did was a flurry of blows, coming left right and center, swinging with more zeal than a kid wanting to break up a piñata. Most of the blows came from above, at his head and shoulders. And should the boy raise his arms up to protect himself, Chiyo would spin the bokken, in an upward arc, coming from below.

CRRRACK!

Right between the legs!

[Susanō Shiori]

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[attr=class,opunkinamerule]Susanō Shiori

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[attr=class,opunkibulkrule]His tackle was dodged fairly easily which was to be expected which is why in the launch Shiroi was able to duck and roll to avoid fully crashing into the ground behind her. Keeping his momentum from causing him serious harm though it would leave him open to the attacks she did retaliate against him which would sting his body and leave more red marks in their wake. It was exciting because that mean with each hit he could build his endurance up even more to take more hits and not be weighed down by other attacks, but his momentum would be stopped pretty quickly by his partner's next comment.

"Wait what?" Shiori would say confused his smile fading from his face. Where was she getting this from? They were training and he was just trying to increase his defense yet she was the one who was getting embarrassed and blushing. He wouldn't have time to react much and say anything as she would begin to hit him with attacks causing more harm than he was expecting. Blocking with his arms he felt it might be good to try and stop her from hurting him too much only to get a swift smack between his legs. Luckily he was wearing a cup so it wouldn't hurt too much, but the force did cause him to buckle a bit.

He would recover fairly quickly and say, "What's your problem? I was training my endurance and hand-to-hand fighting!" The red marks made even more visible on his arms and back as he wobbly got up from being bent over the cause of the crotch shot. "If you thought I was a pervert that meant you were the one thinking perverted thoughts!" Shiori would shout in retaliation as he waddled over to where he put his shirt and put it back on. If she was going to treat him like a piece of meat he would rather be clothed and risk his outfit getting damaged.

"I came here to train and increase my ability to take a hit and yet I am given nothing but slander by a girl who seems to think she is above everyone," Shiori would criticize the girl for her thought process due to the fact her manners even insisted she was this way with how she took pity in his clothing and seemed to value it over his abilities. He should have noticed it sooner, but he was always blind to this type of stuff and thought the best in everyone. "If you want to train again you best fix your attitude or you will be left alone as people will avoid someone who only goes about insulting people for no reason," Shiori would add as he slung the vest over his shoulder not taking the time to put it back on. He would then limp his way out of the training area because he wasn't about to stay around a crazed person who lashed out insults just because they refused to think of how others thought. He would much rather train by himself than be accused of something he didn't do.

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[Jinjōi Chiyo]

Chiyo... did not expect the push-back.

Usually boys whom she found guilty of perverted things writhed and yelped under beatings, pleading for innocence in a rather unconvincing way. Which only reinforced her in her conviction that she was right. This fellow though was not trying to defend himself or run away. He seemed ... angry at the unwarranted accusations. His reaction and his words left the girl flabbergasted, her stick lowered down, her guard dropped also. As Shiori explained what he was looking for, the only thing Chiyo could say to that was...

"... Oh..."

It was one big misunderstanding, wasn't it? And she was the one who jumped to conclusions, and had an innocent person face her wrath! This ... couldn't stand! It was a heinous thing to do! And the sinking feeling of being guilty was something she felt in her chest right now. It was hard to breathe. Harder still, when the boy slung his vest over his shoulder and started limping away. Really having been hurt in the ordeal. 

Leaving Chiyo... deeply ashamed of her actions.

"W-wait!"

She swiftly sped up around the boy, and stood in front of him. Her face was red, though not from anger. Water was approaching her eyes, and it took all of her willpower to hold it back. She hid the stick back to the 'scabbards', before kneeling down and hitting the floor with her forehead. The most profuse of apologetic bows.

"I'm sorry." - she groaned, not bending upward, squeezing her eyes shut. "I misunderstood... And I lashed out on you. It was... snff... it was wrong of me... I apologize for... dishonoring you with baseless accusations. I thought you liked being hit in a ... wrong sort of way~" 

[Susanō Shiori]

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[attr=class,opunkinamerule]Susanō Shiori

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[attr=class,opunkibulkrule]"Damnit," Shiori would mutter to himself both in frustration from this whole ordeal, but also in reaction to the girl's apologies. While he had every right to be angry at her he just had a hard time staying angry at people who were genuinely remorseful for their actions. What he wouldn't love to do and just continue his storm off and continue seething in anger, but the sound of her pleas would dampen any fires of rage inside of him. Stopping him mid-exit he would close his eyes and take a deep breath to collect himself.

Shiori would turn around and walk back to Chiyo and lend a hand out for her to grab before adding, "Get up." Whether she took his hand or not when she was standing again he would hand her the handkerchief of his outfit that was usually tied around his neck and say, "Dry your tears." He would wait for her to calm herself too before he would continue, "I can't stay mad at someone sorry for something they did." Scratching the back of his head and looking away from her he would add, "And I guess I didn't explain my intentions enough so let's just say we are both at fault here." He had to admit he didn't communicate his intentions well enough either so he was at fault to some degree and he would own up to it. Besides it wasn't like the training was effective. Sure he had a limp now, but it was still a hit he would need to undergo to keep his strength up.

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[Jinjōi Chiyo]

"Tears?"

Chiyo blinked a few times. And brushed a hand over one of her eyes. Feeling water on her hand. Huh. She's been tearing up and didn't even notice it. Doubly embarrassing, and in front of a stranger no less. Her face reddened in shame, this time around. She took the handkerchief, and took his hand, to stand up. Looking at the boy again, and at the limp he had.

'He says I'm forgiven... But it... doesn't feel like it.'

Chiyo didn't feel like she forgave herself. Even if the boy said that all is fine and that they simply had a miscommunication. 'That limp of his would probably take a while to heal... prevent training...' - the girl thought. She hid her stick, considered the 'training' to be over, much. But she still felt as though she owed Shiori something. More than just an apology.

"Thank you... I guess it was just ... an unfortunate set of circumstances. I'll help in whichever way you require... But... if I'm being honest, I don't think just being hit is the best idea for it."

The girl scratched her head a bit, trying to figure out what would be the better way. Come to think of it, she had never seen anyone train to be hit! So, she was out of her waters here. Still, she felt like she should do something to help out in this situation!

"If you want to be able to take hits... why not wear some armor instead? A thin sheet of steel will probably be more durable than muscle could ever hope to become..."