More training (Mas and Stylx, P, NK)

Training Day...

Stylx thought to himself, as he looked at the old, wood ceiling of his room. He gave a sharp exhale of breath as he lifted himself to a sitting position. He cracked his fingers and back before he took a step out of bed. It was early. The sun had broken through the hills of the Mist Village. As always, heavy dew blanketed the sharp, verdant grass. There were pockets of thick mist clouding valleys and mountain tops. Stylx took another deep breathe before stepping out of bed. He bathed in hot water and slowly dried off. The windows and doors of his old house were open. His parents were out working already. Cats and birds flew through the garden and the halls of Stylx's home (this was normal, though). Stylx got confidently dressed in his usual attire. Solid, pastel colors cloaked his body in preparation for the sunny, but chilly day ahead. He finished wrapping his neck in his scarf, and moved over to the shelves in his room. He assembled a portable container with plenty of medical supplies. The container was much like a tool kit, though it had plenty of space in the inside - so much so that you could fit a small animal inside it. Stylx packed it, neatly, with bandages, needles, thread, alcohol, water, syringes, vials, herbs, strange liquids, ingredients, and more. He grabbed a bag of ryo in case he would head into town for some food, but he knew he would probably spend most of his day at the training grounds and would come home.

Stylx walked three miles to the heart of the Mist. It was his first time, officially, going to the training grounds, so he had to report to the Academy for directions. He was given perplexed looks. He knew why. He knew that they knew that if he tried to punch a training dummy he would break his own wrist. He didn't mind, though. He wasn't there to punch rocks or trees, he was there to meet up his soon-to-be squad. Stylx walked through alleys and entrances until he got to the village's main wall. He could see the training grounds just a few feet from the edge of the village. Older Chunin were standing around the great opening as surveillance. The entire training ground was a large expanse of light colored dirt. It was about the size of a football field. There were trees and large boulders that students were practicing with. There was a large track around the grounds for endurance and speed practice. There was a small pond for the Mist ninja to practice their native water Jutsu. It felt like a park more than a training ground.

Stylx shuffled through his pockets, just suddenly remembering. He took out a small piece of crumpled paper and unraveled it. He could barely make out the message as the ink had been smudged. "MeEtaaT the BIg BOullLder" it seemed to read. He walked through the training grounds, marveling at the talented ninja sparring and training. After a short time he came upon a large boulder, somewhat in the center of the training grounds. There was an older looking boy next to it, practicing his cloning Jutsu. Stylx got closer, not knowing if it was the boy who left the message or not. He spoke out in a shrill voice, "Hello?" He whipped out the piece of paper again, noting that it was signed. "M-... Masato?"

The boy didn't answer, so Stylx turned away and looked toward the village. Is he late? Stylx thought to himself. Several minutes had past, and Stylx concluded that the boy didn't hear him. Stylx cleared his throat and spoke out once more.

"Excuse me? Are you Masato-San?"

Stylx felt a surge of emotions flow through him when hearing Denkiteki's offer. At first he stepped back in fear. What happens if I am I not good enough? What if I'm more of a burden than a help... This is actually official... Stylx thought to himself. These thoughts left his head almost immediately. Stylx shook them out of his system, took a deep breath and looked at Denkiteki.

"I'd be honored to join you."

The words left Stylx's mouth a fifty-pound weight. His stomach emptied, but was replaced by a magnificent brew of feelings. Joy, nervousness, anticipation, and stress coursed through his veins. He realized he was so caught up in thinking that he forgot to keep breathing. He lost his balance, but quickly recovered. Stylx took a deep breath and look over his new teammate's shoulder, not wanting to look him in the eye. He scoffed and laughed, being flustered at the offer he was just accepting. He knew he could do it though; Deep inside, Stylx knew he was ready. There was a silence, but a fitting one. A team had just been created, and it was a satisfying for both Ninja standing in the vast training center.

"Well." Stylx finally said, "I guess we better get down to business." he said in a half-joking manner, as he grew anxious at the notion that Denkiteki may find him bossy or too assertive. "I'm Stylx, I'm a Medical Nin from Kirigakure. But, you probably already knew that." It was obvious Stylx was trying too hard. It was even obvious for Stylx himself. He scratched his head and looked down at the ground, kicking some dirt and small pebbles. He was already off to an awkward start.

"I... Uh. I have some medical supplies here." Stylx said after another long - but now awkward - pause. He got excited though, at the moment he started presenting his supplies to his new friend, and stopped becoming so socially defective. "I have your standard medical supplies: bandages, needle and thread, some alloy and alcohol for cleaning wounds... But, since I still have yet to master the Poison Removal Technique and stuff like that, I've prepared some elixirs... Heh... Kinda dumb..." Stylx said modestly, holding up a thin, long vial of pink liquid. At the bottom of the vial lay bright leaves and herbs. He vigorously shook the vial, mixing up the ingredients inside. They danced through the pink, but translucent, liquid beautifully. It shimmered as the sunlight hit the glass, creating a strobe-like effect of breathtaking hues. Stylx unscrewed the vial's cork, and a sweet aroma filled the air around them.

"Just your standard anti-poison. With a twist, of course." Stylx marveled at his own work for a second, but quickly sealed it and put it away, not wanting to act cocky or intrusive. "Sorry, uh. Heh... That was probably boring for you..." Stylx said, self-consciously.

After some time, Stylx looked up at Denkiteki and said, "You know, before we do any sort of training. I have to remind you that, as a medical-nin, my best training comes from live subjects. You wouldn't mind getting kunai'd would you?" Stylx paused. "Of course, it would only hurt for a second or two. I could easily fix it. Good as new. Promise."

Stylx sighed, sweating the fact that his new teammate probably views him as a sadistic, awkward, killer on the loose. "Sorry, that was weird... ..." Stylx coughed, and said quickly, trying to change the conversation topic, "Are there other um... Teammates in this team? I - I mean, people in this team?"