[Miyamoto Ikana]

"Silk is silk. Money is money." She claims, though as they made their way, she'd not question or say much more. Instead, showing a display of one of the most powerful Suiton jutsu she could muster. It was not the most graceful, elegant, or even remotely enchanting jutsu she could perform, but it was potent. That said, she seemed pleased by the notion of this power. The power she could wield. "If you're willing to work hard. Perhaps." That said, it seemed that she seemed more inclined to pay money as opposed to giving any greater dedication.

"Very well. We've settled on the price for the seal items you're looking for. You'll be paying a small fortune for the training I offer. But I guarantee you. It'll be worth every Ryo." Taking the liberty to look her over, she steps forward, and then grasps Homare's right arm, more specifically the one near the middle of the body. The arms you'd imagine would be the normal pair of arms, looking to see if they were calloused, scarred, or otherwise showed signs of rough craft. Before she then looks her deeply in the eyes.

"I'll be teaching you the Mizu Shuriken jutsu today. For someone such as yourself, it'll be an invaluable technique. Afterwards, I intend on meeting you regularly. To teach you tree and water walking if you don't know them already. Those jutsu are principle and important for chakra control necessary to perform any of my higher ranking Suiton jutsu. Are there any questions?" If not? She took the liberty to turn, and she forms a few handseals. So slowly that Homare could distinguish each motion quite clearly. Before she whips her hands out and launches forth a small handful of watery Shuriken. They sink into a fallen trunk of a tree; before dispersing, leaving little indication other than more wet wood and some slight cracks between them.

[Mayonaka Homare]

Homare seems a bit surprised that Ikana agrees with her counter-offer of ryo, at least in the form of her silk, she hopes, but she's not so ready to give any particular person that level of devotion. What's actually even more surprising is having her arm grasped so suddenly, and she frowns a bit as her hand is inspected, with calluses mostly along the palm, in a slightly curved line somewhat close to the base of each finger, as well as some slight callusing between her thumb and forefinger, showing that she's been in constant use of some kind of hafted tool. Of course, one should also be able to tell what, exactly, has given her these calluses by looking at her waist; both the handle of her katana and of her shinobi axe were starting to show a bit of wear, just slightly. She was also a practicing weaponry user, after all. Despite this somewhat strange invasion of her personal space, she doesn't pull away or try to free her hand, and simply allows Ikana to notice these markings on her hand on her own before she nearly jumps at the sudden gaze into her eyes. The following explanation that they'll be learning the Mizu Shuriken technique was at least a lot less jarring. She mentions that she'll also be learning the tree and water walking jutsu, and she decides she can just let Ikana know on the day in question that she's learned the skill for walking atop water, at least. The memory of crashing waves was still fresh, but already in the past and away from the here and now.

"No questions, Miss Ikana."

As it is, she watches the other woman whip her hands out to launch a few liquid shuriken directly into the fallen tree. They hold their form for a moment before returning to their base form of water, dripping down from the cracks they'd left in the stringy wood that a wet environment like Kirigakure could produce. Homare focuses for a long moment, converting her own chakra into the Suiton element, an elemental release she was already quite familiar with, before drawing water from her own skin and from the nearby pool of water left behind by the rupturing wave Ikana herself had produced to form multiple shuriken. She thrusts her six hands forwards, peppering the same wooden log with ten somewhat sloppily coalesced shuriken, but they stick hard into the wood before returning once more to their aqueous form.

"At least that one wasn't so difficult... I have a feeling some of the other techniques will be significantly less simple."

[Miyamoto Ikana]

"Do it again." She declares, not pleased with the result. "This jutsu may seem to be a fundamental basic, but it's one I expect for you to know well. It'll be useful when you've run out of throwing stars, or when tact is needed and no weapons can be left behind." Making her thought process clear. However, Ikana did feel the need to correct Homare on some conception. Not that she was necessarily wrong, but that it may not be as inherently bad as she was imagining.

"The complexity of jutsu is dependent on its finesse, grace, refinement, and shape. You'll find many techniques I'll teach you are incredibly simple in concept. Its power and usefulness dependent only on practice. I expect that when I teach you something, you make it immaculate. Because the skills I teach you will represent my quality of teaching as much as your aptitude of learning." She'd not be shamed by a half baked performance. Not on her watch anyways. "A sloppy Shuriken like that isn't going to fly as efficiently as it could." Taking the liberty to look ahead, she performs the handseals again. Incredibly swiftly; one might mention. 

Flinging her arms out, the Shuriken form and shoot outwards just as swiftly as any other, but as they flew and curved slightly in their arcing motions, they slam into the wood, and retain a firm and clear sharp edge. Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk. "Power. Precision. Swiftness. I detest laziness. So put your all into it." 

[Mayonaka Homare]

Homare winces a little to herself when she's ordered to do it again, since she'd done it somewhat more sloppily than she'd intended. That said, it wasn't easy with a technique that didn't require handseals, especially when she wasn't really able to detect how exactly Ikana's chakra was being used with any level of sophistication. Homare even lacked the chakra control that would normally make the use of such a highly controlled technique much easier on her. But it wasn't like harsh words were new to Homare, she'd had to hear such things from her adoptive parents while she'd learned Suiton ninjutsu from them. But she could tell from that one quick show of ninjutsu earlier that Ikana was a greater teacher than her adoptive parents were capable of. She's even given a little bit of a lesson on how she should be looking at jutsu she's trying to learn, particularly those jutsu that Ikana is attempting to teach her. It also sounds like a bit of a warning, that the Mayonaka is going to need to learn to make the jutsu she's training immaculate, since it will reflect on the quality of the teaching she's getting from Ikana as well as her own skill with ninjutsu.

With that thought in mind, Homare watches intently as Ikana performs the Mizu Shuriken technique a second time, slamming the shuriken into the wood once more and then ordering Homare to put her everything into training this one technique. The blue-haired genin takes a deep breath, and then through sheer force of will, forms a series of shuriken from the water on the ground around herself, with each clump of water rapidly spinning as each forms into a four-pointed star shape, lacking any hole in the center since they're only going to be thrown with her will instead of using any other method for now. With an effort, she stops their spinning momentarily so Ikana can inspect their defined, razor-sharp edges and their density before she rotates them even faster than before, not allowing them to deform in their shape before she focuses her intentions on slamming them into the wooden log that Ikana had used, puncturing into the fibrous meat of the wood deeply. Only after holding their shape for a few moments even after their impact does she release her control of them. Despite not having moved her body at all, she felt as though she'd been lifting weights using only effort.

"Was that to your liking, Miss Ikana?"

[Miyamoto Ikana]

When faced with this girl, performing the Mizu Shuriken no Jutsu, she found herself looking deeply at the execution of the jutsu. Her eyes keenly look at their flying forms. She steps forward, and leans downwards, to study them firmly. Kneeling down, she looks at the size of the holes they create. "Half baked at best." She says softly, under her breath so that Homare can't hear. Before she then stands tall and turns back towards the spider. Stepping forward, she looks deeply upon her face. "I'd hardly consider it passable." She says rather disappointedly.

"I would have you use a technique over and over until it was second nature. You'll have no usage for a technique you have not mastered. I know you seek power. The pursuit of greater pursuits. However...You should treasure each and every jutsu at your disposal." Thinking back to just a few years ago, she danced with the notion where she sought incredible growth in short time. Her eyes softened as she looked down towards her own hands. Calloused as was her soul. "...I shall come to teach you many fantastical techniques in time. And when the time comes, I hope that you will reflect upon all I've shown you." Nodding her head, she'd find that the training sessions would continue on with three words. Three words that Homare would likely be hearing for quite some time.

"Do it again."

[Mayonaka Homare]

Homare is feeling more and more agitated when her use of the technique is again given some serious criticism, though she was quite used to having to practice the same technique multiple times. She'd just never had to spend so long learning such a basic technique. That said, it seemed like Ikana had her own pride on the line as well as Homare's own show of skill when it comes to learning these techniques and claiming Ikana as her teacher for them. For that reason alone, Homare couldn't hold it against the younger teen, especially when she explains that her path to power will be in learning to perfect the use of a technique until it's nearly reflexive, cementing a path in her mind for the use of such techniques in order to make her skill with other Suiton techniques similarly rapid and skillfully perfect.

Homare's expression softens when she sees how Ikana seems to think back to her own past and her resolve becomes steel-hard in her desire to perfect at least the Mizu Shuriken technique; it wasn't like this was the first technique she'd ever learned that didn't even require the use of handseals, after all. She decides she'll just get used to being told to use the technique again, and so when Ikana orders her to use the technique once more, she wordlessly sharpens her focus, pulling up a larger well of chakra in order to brute-force the technique even harder; she might not be the best at controlling her chakra, but she'd damn sure become adept at pushing more and more chakra into her techniques until they became powerhouse punches in their own right.

Without handseals, Homare wills the shuriken back into the air, drawing water from the ground once more. The puddles were barely even affected by the small amount of water drawn from them to form the shuriken, and Homare had a feeling she'd use the technique until the pools were empty, just to make sure she could do it perfectly. Her focus becomes as sharp as the points on her shuriken before she spins them once more, launching them directly into the log again with meaty thunks into the wood. At least the drain on her chakra reserves was very low for each use of the technique, but she knows, as a genin, she doesn't really have as much stamina for jutsu as her teacher does.

[Miyamoto Ikana]

"That'll do for now. You can continue to hone this technique on your own time." Taking the liberty to step forward, she would do a bit of consideration. The spinning rotation, the sharp pierce of the watery stars along the surface of wood. That seemed right. Looking out, she nods her head in acknowledgement before leading her back to the store. "For our first meeting, I'd say that this is a good basis. I'll hope to see you again." Reaching behind her countertop, she would offer forth her scroll for the Suiton: Mizurappa, and would offer a small envelope.

"Some explosive tags for your personal usage. On the house." She could always make more of those. Ikana could make explosive seals in her sleep. She'd made them thousands of times, and at this point, they bored her to tears. Best to let her products bring tears to others she supposed. Have them used to blow the legs off of some bandits or blow open some walls. That sounded about right for how she'd imagined they were used. "You come to me whenever you'd like, and we can discuss what we'll train you in on any particular day. You're a genin, adn I'm a Chuunin. I imagine our training schedules won't always match due to missions. So please. Take the freedom to use my knowledge as much as you can." Bowing her head, she bids the spider farewell.

She'd climbed up the water spout due to curiosity. Hopefully, the rain didn't wash her down the drain.

[Mayonaka Homare]

Homare is a bit disappointed that she'll have to hone to technique on her own time for the rest of it, suggesting that she'll need to do even more training on her own instead. But at least she's mastered the jutsu to the point that she'll be able to make use of it. And she wasn't forced to complete the jutsu an additional time before she's being led back to Ikana's store, although the spider is a bit curious about how the store managed to avoid being stolen from while they were gone. Perhaps Ikana had some method of watching over the shop even when she wasn't there. Not that it matters much to the genin personally. The Mayonaka is actually surprised when she's given a scroll containing a particularly high-ranking technique for someone of her rank and skill level, the type of jutsu that would be able to cause quite a good bit of harm to at least one opponent that she runs into. She's even given some explosive tags, which should prove very useful for another time, especially if she's coming up against a more powerful opponent.

"Thank you for the training and for the additional gifts, Miss Ikana. I will be sure to train hard on my own to improve my abilities with ninjutsu."

With the offer to continue their training on some other day, but to use Ikana's knowledge as much as she can, she returns Ikana's bow and hurries back to her home with the scroll clenched tightly in her lower left hand, eager to train harder on the Mizu Shuriken technique as well as starting her training on the Mizurappa technique on her own; perhaps if she can perfect both techniques without further help from Ikana, it'll be further proof that she can handle even more complex jutsu. Or at least even more jutsu.

(OOC: Exit thread, end)

[Miyamoto Ikana]

The girl before her wasn't particularly close to Ikana. Certainly hadn't endeared herself. This was a mutually beneficial transaction, and so, when the girl before her went off. Though, thanking her and with respect? There was little qualm there. "Ie. Hai. Hai. Come to me whenever you're looking for more instruction." She waved her hand rather dismissively. Before taking the liberty to realize that the Mayonaka was walking off with the umbrella from before no? Oh well. No matter. She'd charge for it whenever she saw Homare again. If she didn't forget.

Wandering back off to her homestead, she'd shack herself down for another day of work. Honestly, at this point, money really was not becoming a matter for her. On a busy day, she could make an incredibly tidy profit, and she made a product that was commonly used and disposed of. As far as she knew, the market's circulation for weapons such as these were never haltered, and with a place like Kirigakure where a third of the population or so was military? She never had a shortage of buyers. Flipping her hands through bills and coins, she tried to figure out what she desired with her life. Her personal developments as she mused. "Yatta. Yatta..."