Training [P,NK]

A loud thump was heard from within the bedroom of Takeo. A groan followed this thump and it was obvious that the boy had fallen. This was true, the silver haired youth had rolled to his left and fell right out of his bed. Not the best way to start the day, not that it could be called day. The sun was only just rising at the current time of said event. Takeo grumbled as he sat up and rubbed his sore head. He made a mental note to sleep on the side of the bed closest to the wall next time. A glance towards the closed curtains confirmed that it was only just turning into morning so Takeo decided to catch a few more hours of sleep before he did anything that could be thought of as productive that day. As the teen clambered back into his bed he looked to the ceiling and simply gazed at it for several seconds before closing his eyes. He rolled over to his side and proceeded to once more fall into a deep slumber.

Takeo was awoken several hours later by the sounds of shouting outside his house. He sat up slowly and wiped the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand and sat there blinking his eyes blurry. Pushing himself out from his bed Takeo went through the daily routine of getting ready for the day. His pace was almost snail like as he went about these tasks, he wasn't in the mood to do much at all today. Actually like most days. He stopped in his tracks as he was walking out the door and glanced over towards the mirror on the wall by his wardrobe. He looked into it and his gaze was returned with a dead looking teen with hair sticking up in various different spots. Takeo shook his head and glanced back towards the mirror, he was once more met with the gaze of this dead looking person. Takeo then decided it would be wise of him to spend more time getting ready.

Half an hour later he stepped out of his house and into the village of Tengakure. His hands were in his trouser pockets to keep themselves warm as he began his daily routine of strolling through the village. His head turned upwards as he marvelled the skyscraper like buildings that Tengakure was practically known for. The sight of them never ceased to amaze the young man and he couldn't help but smile at the sight. He continued on his walk cutting through several alleyways and paths. Nodding and returning greetings given to him by other citizens of the village. He didn't really have a destination in mind, or have a plan on what he was going to do this day. Perhaps he would stumble across something worthwhile and interesting to do.

It was with a sullied expression that Xyxer acknowledge the citizens of Tengakure; the foundation of the village. Sitting atop one of the prized skyscrapers of the village, he was not very impressed by it's height however, but that was purely because he enjoyed being below ground level, not so far above it. His eyes skimmed over the masses that flocked beneath him, none of them even noticing the sudden appearence of a figure sitting so high above them. It was understandable though, he didn't believe any of them had extremely well developed eyesight. A slight shrug of his shoulders confirmed to himself that he would not dwell on that thought, after all, this was not going to be about him, it was more about the citizens of Tengakure. He was a shark that had departed from an entire village, and a shark that had left the caring embrace of it's guardian. He was now alone in the world, truly alone. His cold eyes continued to watch the people below but his mind was dwelling on other thoughts that were pressed closed to him.

Reminiscing about his village it only just dawned on him how truly alone he was; his family were dead. They were within Kirigakure at the time of it's destruction. A shinobi he used to like and was related to him, Tachi Gyojin, had more than likely shared the same fate as his village. He was the last known member of his clan. Would he ever be able to gain the same appraisal as other clans had? Would he ever be able to become as feared as the Hoshigaki were? Licking his dry lips, he frowned even deeper and began to embrace the feelings he was being overwhelmed with. He'd killed someone who did not even need to be killed just for a feeling of power; was he truly the embodiment of what Kirigakure had resembled back in it's day.. Was he truly a demon of Kirigakure that thrived on the pain and blood of others? It would not surprise him, after all, he had followed the Mizukages instructions without faltering in his movements, but that could have been because of his unbreakable loyalty. Alas, his unbreakable loyalty was switched when a beacon that promised hope and a better Kirigakure arrived from out of the blue. It was quite an interesting event now that he thought about it, but he simply allowed his shoulders to move upwards once more in the cheeky gesture of a shrug. He gazed up into the sky at the clouds, this was a depressing sight. The skies were actually visible. There was no mist to disturb the vision of the masses, it was just.. clear. Perhaps this was why his village was so different from the others, they could hardly see the sky. What a weird world we live in.

Switching his gaze back down to the ground so he could see the flocking life of this village, he let out a sigh as he slowly pushed himself up into a standing position on the roof of the skyscraper. Not even bothering to look, he began to move at an almost untraceable speed as he descended from the roofs and finally made his way down nearer to the ground, stopping once he had reached the height of the normal roofs that made up the homes of the civilians. He casually walked along these for a few seconds and was relatively ignored by the people except for a few stray glances from children. Xyxer slowly turned around and sat down on one of the roofs, watching the people as they went about their usual daily routines and what have you. It wasn't a life that Xyxer wanted to lead, but these people seemed to just soldier on despite how boring their life truly seemed. Maybe not everyone was cut out to be a ninja, but hell, they could at least live dangerously.

He had been walking for around ten minutes before Takeo came to a halt. He had been walking through one of the more crowded streets of the village when something had caught his eye. His eyes had been to the tall skyscrapers of Tengakure and were scanning across the rooftops of the buildings in the area when he caught a glimpse of white hair. This is what had caused him to come to a halt. He was rather curious, first why would someone be on the roof of a building in the first place, and second who of the many people with white hair in this village was it? His mind thought back on the two encounters he had with white haired people within the last week or so. One had been a rather fun encounter, the other was not so fun. Takeo stood there for several seconds as he stared towards the white haired figure on the roof a fair distance away, only one way to find out who it was.

Takeo shrugged and began to walk down the street once more his eyes still on the person on the roof. As he got closer the person became clearer in his vision and Takeo recognised the person. Xyxer Gyojin, the one who he had the 'pleasure' of meeting previously. The last time Takeo had left after the boy revealed that he was from Kirigakure. He thought back on the event and recalled how the boy had started to day dream so Takeo had simply left. He also recalled how he made a note to figure out more about this boy at a later date. Seeing how the boy at the moment didn't look like he was in the mood to kill anyone at this moment in time Takeo thought upon going to greet the boy. He shrugged to himself upon deciding he might as well do so, perhaps Xyxer would not risk bringing harm to him in the middle of broad daylight, though seeing how the most of the people here didn't seem to actually pay attention to the white haired youth he didn't get his hopes up.

His mind thought back on the 'spar' that the two of them had previously. Though it wasn't that much of a spar honestly. Xyxer had used a jutsu to test him and another boy there at the time, Takeo couldn't recall his name. The boy had been hit by the jutsu while Takeo had dodged. After Xyxer had taken the boy away Takeo was thrown into a tree to name one of the things that happened. Takeo couldn't help but grimace slightly as he moved one of his hands to his ribs, he still had several bruises from that encounter. While he was thinking about this he simply remained stood in the middle of the street his eyes to the floor. Several people pushed past him muttering angrily about how they were late for one thing or another but Takeo didn't really care about it that much.

So with some hesitation Takeo's chakra flowed through his body, vitalising his muscles as he performed the Body Flicker technique. The destination he was aiming for was the same roof that Xyxer was currently sat on. Takeo pushed back the thought that Xyxer might react and kill him instantly if he did this, but it was a risk that he was willing to take at the moment. His feet touched off against the rooftop as the body flicker ended and he glanced over towards the boy sat on the edge of the rooftop. "Hello again Xyxer." With these words uttered he knew that there was really no going back now. As he waited for a response he wondered briefly if the boy would actually remember who he was. If he didn't he could simply leave here without finding out some more about the strange boy, well only time would tell on what would happen next.

Xyxer looked up at the sky with a slight frown, there was a weird sensation rushing through his body. It was something he was not accustomed to, in fact, he couldn't even put a name to the feeling he was getting. His body felt weak, his jaw heavy. He felt rather cold as if his sweat was freshly melted ice dripping down along his skin and running it's course down through it, teasing his nerves and making him feel cold beyond words. Xyxer could not resist but shiver at the feelings that ran over him. What did people call this? He began to think to himself the names he'd heard while bullying and maiming people, when he had mockingly spoke to them and got their feelings up, he would ask, 'Tell me what you are feeling, and I'll leave you be'. Many words had spawned from those events, such as 'Anger', 'hatred', 'resentment', and that was what he was used to due to living in Kirigakure, nobody liked to admit weakness, they liked to play their weaknesses as their strengths, but there was one rare occasion where he had actually let the boy be, it was not because he felt bad for him or pity, it was because he believed there was nothing he could do to shape that boy into a true shinobi, and what that boy had said was, 'Sorrow'.

Was that what the bewildered Shinobi was feeling, sorrow? He certainly missed his family, but he did not know if he truly felt sorrow. He felt bitter and he felt resentment, he wanted revenge.. but was he upset about those events? He was unsure.. he'd have to figure that out. However, as his mind set to figuring out the details and understanding what 'sorrow' was, a sudden shift in the wind greeted the face of Xyxer. He acted quickly , using that small amount of information to react with great precision, his hand striking out like a coiled snake striking it's target; however the coiled snake was an opened hand which was set to grip the throat of Takeo with an almost iron-like grip. He had learnt to not use all of his strength when grabbing the throat of something after an unfortunate scenario back at Kirigakure he was playing catch and a baby was lobbed at him. The family never forgave him. If all went according to plan, which it would unless somebody managed to intervene, the throat of Takeo would now be fit snugly within the grasp of Xyxer, the windpipe almost collapsing from the sheer force he was using despite it not being his whole.

A quick flick of his eyes would register the boy's face and hair and put a name to the face, the boy from the spar. It was also shown that the boy was not a threat as he was halfway through saying "Hello again, Xyxer", but the sentence had been cut short halfway through the word 'again'. He did not care much for this boy, but he understood that killing him would be inefficient and a waste of his time, so his hand would open and release the throat of the boy if he had been caught. Turning his gaze back down from the boy and into the people that walked by as if nothing had just happened. They truly did not care for each other, it was a bit like Kirigakure; except that the passerby's would have joined in with the attack and probably killed the boy without the attacker's help. What a funny place this was.

It took him a few seconds until he realised he should probably say something, his mouth opening gently as he spoke with his usual calm and soothing voice, "Hello, Takeo." It did not once come to the mind of Xyxer that he should perhaps apologise for attacking the boy, no, he believed that was the boy's own mistake and if anything, he was the one that should be getting an apology for the unneeded movement of his arm. He was now beginning to think if he should just punch people that did stuff like that instead of grabbing their throats, it'd be a much quicker death and it's save him from the torturing effort of having to interact with people. But then again, Xyxer remembered his own oath to himself where he would become less violent and not remembered in his death for his unheroic deeds. He would not be a rampaging beacon of destruction and an avatar of death, he wanted to do something glorious which would forever forge Xyxer's name in history. Of course, speaking with a boy that could hardly do a damaging attack on him would not be an astounding feat, but then again, the boy wanted to speak to him for some reason that he was unsure of.

When his feet had touched the floor Xyxer had reacted immediately. Takeo was in the midst of his greeting to the white haired boy when his hand shot out and clamped around his own neck. He felt the vice like grip on his neck and his eyes widened slightly from the suddenness of it all. His eyes flickered downwards towards the streets were people continued to walk around not even sparing the two of them a glance. Typical of them to not care, although Takeo had a love for this village he did find that most of the residents only care for themselves. His mind then drifted back to the feeling of his windpipe being slowly crushed by the other boy. His mind raced and Takeo began to panic. He had been hoping on Xyxer not risking harming him in the open, but it seems like he underestimated how oblivious some people can be, or rather how oblivious they could act. His breath was cut of and his face was slowly showing signs of strain from the grip around his throat. It was then that Xyxer had glanced towards him, judging from the grip slackening around his neck it seemed like he had deemed it not worth his time to kill Takeo at this moment. When the hand removed itself from his neck it was replaced with Takeo's own. He rubbed at his throat and gulped in huge breaths of air, his throat still stung from the grip and it would probably bruise in due time. For now all that remained was a red mark going across the teen's neck.

Now released from the boy's grip Takeo looked over him once more. It seemed like he wasn't mistaken when he first made a judgement on the boy. Brutal and uncaring this boy seemed to be. He briefly wondered if all people from Kirigakure were like this, or if it was simply Xyxer himself. A grimace appeared on his face as he thought on the idea of an entire village of people like Xyxer, but he quickly shook the image from his head. Now was not the time to be thinking of such nightmarish thoughts. The recent event had actually made Takeo forget why he had come here in the first place. As the pain in his throat subsided and he deemed himself no longer in mortal danger he was snapped out of his thoughts by Xyxer speaking, "Hello, Takeo." Takeo was rather shocked that his name was infact remembered, perhaps he had made an impression, or perhaps he simply had a good memory. There were many things that he was curious about and he wondered if he should bother asking about them, would it anger Xyxer? Or would it simply put him back into that day dream like state he was in before. He didn't expect an apology for the earlier grabbing of his throat either, seeing how it didn't seem to be Xyxer's style to apologise for something he did.

Takeo remained silent for several seconds, he moved his hands back into his pockets and his stance relaxed visibly. There really was no point being on guard with this guy, it wouldn't make the slightest difference if he was anyway. His mind once more raced through several questions that he wanted to ask and then he decided upon one which probably wouldn't get him killed, "I was curious about what your village was like." He made sure not to bring up the destruction of said village, he wasn't sure if that would anger the boy. "I suppose I am also rather curious about you as well Xyxer, I have yet to meet someone quite like you." While he spoke, his eyes scanned over the boy attempting to see if his words were affecting the boy in anyway at all. He hesitated slightly wondering what else he could say. "So basically I was wondering if you would be willing to tell me more about both your village and yourself." Takeo ended with that. Now all he had to do was wait to see how Xyxer would react to these words. Would be simply say no? Would he kill him? Takeo couldn't help but find this situation slightly amusing. It was not everyday that you find yourself in a life or death situation. With the deciding factor on if you live or not being if a boy takes offence to wanting to get to know them more.

While waiting for an response, his gaze turned over towards the street once more. He stood there watching the people go about their day to day lives. He remembered about how they tried to ignore what was happening to him merely moments ago. He could understand them really. If he were in their position he would have probably done the same. Or at least Takeo thought he would do the same, but would he truely be able to ignore someone who needs help? And so Takeo had found himself pondering over these meaningless things while he awaited the reply. He pushed these thoughts to the back of his mind and shook his head. Now was not the time for him to be thinking upon these things. As always, he would make a decision when it would be needed to be made.

All of these thoughts had gone through his head in a matter of seconds as Takeo moved himself to stand near the edge of the rooftop. His toes hanging over the edge his body leant forward as if he were tipping over, but he simply remained there his eyes roaming across the horizon. In the span of a week or so he had met several new people and had grown stronger than he could have imagined himself ever being. Though he still wasn't as strong as the people he had fought. Xyxer and Kenchi were still way out of his league for now. He watched the former out of the corner of his eye and made another silent vow while he waited. He vowed that his strength would surpass the two of them soon. Takeo grinned slightly at the thought and ran a hand through his silver hair. His thoughts over, he turned his attention back to Xyxer and waited silently.

With a slouched demeanor, the back of Xyxer was hunched forwards and it looked like he could quite possibly fall off the roof at any second, his feelings of the city were easily visible through the boy's expression; his lips pressed into a thin line, his eyelids drooping more than usual and he didn't even bother to show any sign of strength within this village. Hell, even when he tried not to he still exerted more power than the others had, it was quite a frightening topic really. Even if this village was not like his, Kirigakure No Sato, it carried a weird aspect within it. The village seemed tight-knit with many strong bonds form between the people that lived there. Xyxer was not used to that. He was used to the strongest always getting the best portion of life, the strongest were the only people whom could stand in mud and yet leave without any dirt on their immaculate clothing. Where were the strong within this village? He certainly hoped that the Tenkage could prove a threat to his life or else this village would seem to be quite a weird place for him to settle in. None the less, he had found a decent lake within the vicinity and he was pleased to rest there for now, until something could tie him down to the village or truly show that it was worth bonding with this village.

He looked down at the palm of his hand, the one that he had used to nearly break the throat of the boy. Letting his eyes gaze over it with his uncaring expression, he sighed a little to himself. There was no sign within his hand that heralded the power that it could bring forth. Not a single overgrown muscle that could explain the boy's crippling power. He was like a bear, but much slimmer and smaller. Hell, he was only thirteen. Thirteen and he had already fell into the power of the Abyss, becoming it's ambassador and it's servant, waiting on it endlessly and fulfilling it's every need. He did not complain about this however, in fact it was quite the opposite, he beckoned it. Ever since he was small the Abyss had called to him, though he did not know it back then. The Abyss had communicated with him and told him things he did not believe were real. It had told him of the power that creatures called "Bijuu" could bestow upon their captors, or as the Abyss preferred to call them, "vassals". Xyxer found it hard to believe such things though, he believed they were all made up to make the past seem more interesting. Would demons really be as easy to control and manipulate as the history books dictated? None the less, he knew that the Abyss would not lie to him. Not only did he need it, but it needed him. In fact, some times, Xyxer could even see the Abyss. In fact, he could see it right now. His head turned from side to side, ignoring the unneeded sounds from the world and completely falling into his meditative state. Looking around, he saw webs of gooey-like darkness ebbing down from the sky and clustering over buildings. The people whom were civilians before were now monsters of all shapes and sizes. Peering at one of them he quickly distinguished the details; He couldn't tell of it's sex, but serrated horns stood defiantly on the maroon scalp, sunken amber eyes with purple irises nestled within the eye sockets of the creature, the nose thin and ending in an abrupt hook at it's tip, crackled lips which bore signs of recent blood. This sign, this sign was marvelous. Smiling, Xyxer relaxed a bit more. This was what he liked. Finally, a place like Kirigakure No Sato, a place he had been waiting for!

Slowly but surely, these visions left as quickly as they had come and he heard the other boy speak, it felt like time had gone quicker than it actually had when he was in that state, how weird. The boy basically wanted to know more about him and his village, which made Xyxer rather worried; was he being hit on? Turning his head so that he could look at Takeo and he quickly noticed something shocking; this boy looked like that boy that had been turned on by body builders back in Kirigakure.. what was the name.. Ah, Kotaro! This boy was surprisingly like Kotaro. Shaking his head a little as he thought about what was happening, he couldn't help but chuckle a little as he looked forward again, at the now "normal" civilians. He began to think about how to break it to Kotaro, sorry, Takeo, that he was not interested in being homosexual. However, in the middle of his mind plan he turned his head to see that Takeo was standing on the edge of the roof, something that Xyxer thought was extremely weird. Was this boy dropped on his head at birth and intended to drop on his head again? Xyxer wouldn't put it past him, but he decided to ignore that and turned his head back to the many vendors that were within the perimeter. The boy was already suicidal, so Xyxer decided to not break it to him that he was in fact, not gay. Instead he went onto speaking about what the boy wanted to hear, his village and himself. "My village was a nightmare." He smirked after he had said that, quickly speaking again, "A nightmare to people whom are like this village's shinobi. The weak were weeded out and destroyed without any mercy, as they say, a chain fence is only as strong as it's weakest chain. In this village, there's an awful lot of weak chains. A thick mist always swamped the area, it was marvelous, truly. Even after it's destruction it's shinobi remain. Respect was earned there and not given for free, it was hell to some and yet paradise to others." Xyxer continued to smile as he looked up into the sky, wishing that there was mist here, "The Mizukage was okay, and it was him whom had understood my potential when he enlisted me into the ANBU and made me a captain instantly. He also chose me as the leader of what was meant to be the reformed Seven Swordsmen of The Mist, alas, it never happened, but it will some day. A cousin of mine, Tachi Gyojin, introduced me to a Sannin of the village, a woman whom had destroyed Konoha, Sameonna Hoshigaki. We made a blood pact that day between the three of us to help each other when in need." Xyxer waited for a few seconds as he decided whether he would tell this boy about why he had actually left Kirigakure No Sato, whether he would actually tell him that he had mental problems and split personalities, and most of the time, he was on the verge of committing genocide. He decided it'd be best to leave that part out, "However, the Mizukage showed little sign of hope and Sameonna promised me glory if I left with her, and I did. We picked up three people when we were leaving: Yusuke, Kenchi, and Rin. Rin was saved by Sameonna when before I could kill him, l'est his head would be rolling within the deep with multiple bite marks from sharks. However, when we had arrived at the location we were meant to make the new village something weird happened. We were met by another group of Shinobi, people from Kumogakure." He looked down at the ground after he had said that and contemplated what he had done himself, wondering if it had in fact been the right thing, it must have been if everyone had left after he had.

His lips opened once more and words continued to roll out, "Around those types of people, I get extremely aggressive and violent. It would have been a bad idea for me to stick around if they were to be there, so I did what I had to, and I left the group after speaking briefly to Sameonna. I then visited the ruins of Kirigakure, regrettably, and you can imagine how I felt at that time.. something you had worked so hard to make strong.. reduced to ruins?" he frowned and clenched his hands into fists, seeming to be on the verge of actually lashing out and attacking people. He grit his teeth for a few seconds before his hands slowly began to relax and he spoke once more, his tone more aggravated, "and then I came here to find your lovely home, Tengakure." he smirked at what he had just said before he decided to stretch a little bit, moving his arms above his head and allowing his own bones to crack before he stood up from the roof and turned his head to the boy. "Now, Takeo, how about we begin our spar again and see how weak the shinobi of Tengakure really are. The weight of the village is on your shoulders." After Xyxer had said that, he'd peer over the edge of the roof at the flocking masses once more. They looked just the same as they did when he looked at them from on top of that skyscraper, but now they showed more differences than they had up there. Perhaps Xyxer should actually spend time to get to know people instead of classing them as a whole, he thought to himself. That thought was irrelevant at this time however. He instead waited to see if the boy would accept his challenge.

He felt a cool breeze hit him as the wind picked up ever so slightly while he awaited Xyxer to respond. Takeo shivered as he felt the air hit the back of his neck. For the most part he remained motionless as he listened to the noise of the people chatting and walking around below him. Takeo’s eyes were ever moving. Moving from the sky, to the horizon then down to the citizens of Tengakure. Despite the faults of the people here, he felt a great love for this village. Would he risk his life for it however? That was a difficult thing for Takeo to decide at this current moment. Was this village really worth him to give up his life for? He leaned forward some more to get a better look at the people below him. It was surprising that the boy hadn’t fallen off the roof yet, at the rather ridiculous angle he was currently positioned in and the fact he was practically half way off the roof already. His mind snapped back to reality from his thinking and he stepped back slightly to avoid the risk of falling. Xyxer had still yet to answer him. Perhaps he had not heard his questioning. Takeo debated on if he should repeat what he had said. He decided he would simply take his leave, perhaps it was pointless to have tried to find out more about him at this point. It was when Takeo was about to say goodbye to the boy however he spoke out. The first words uttered from the boy shocked Takeo a little, a nightmare? If a person like Xyxer would have thought that about his own village then it must have been a terrible place. Takeo once more found himself wondering what kind of place Kirigakure was like; he couldn’t actually bring an image into his head which worried him. The words quickly spoken after stopped that train of thought. Takeo’s face darkened at the words spoken. He didn’t like the fact that Xyxer was calling the people of this village weak. It also angered him that he was in fact unable to contradict what Xyxer had said himself, as Takeo was still too weak to fight on par with the other boy. He didn’t bother to voice his displeasure so remained silent as Xyxer continued to speak. His eyes didn’t move from their position and he remained looking down at the people below himself, he was however watching Xyxer from the corner of his eye while he spoke.

He briefly wondered if other shinobi of Kirigakure had followed Xyxer to Tengakure. Such chaos that would bring, Takeo grimaced at the thought of it. Unlawfulness, violence, crime. All of these would be increased with the arrival of them. Though that was just speculation, Takeo had nothing to go on other than Xyxer’s word, which he didn’t trust at all. The boy didn’t seem right in the head. Was this due to the fact that he was raised in such a hell like Kirigakure? Takeo thought over the many possibilities that could have caused Xyxer to be the person he is today. Household problems, bullying, abuse, dropped on his head as a baby. Those were the ideas that came to Takeo. However none of them seemed to be the right one. He felt strange as he thought over these things, was it pity perhaps? Did he pity Xyxer for the way he was right now? It was logical that he would feel this way it seemed. No child should be like this. He continued to listen to Xyxer as he spoke; when it came to the names of people he had left Kiri with he was surprised hearing Kenchi’s name being among them. His mind flashed back to the encounter he had had with the other white haired boy. Takeo’s first thought was if white hair was a trait shared by all shinobi of Kiri. His second was that Kenchi didn’t seem like the type to be from Kiri. Takeo scolded himself mentally upon being so quick to judge someone like that. After all, his encounter with Kenchi had been brief, and now that he thought about it, he too had seemed to be testing Takeo during their spar. Were all Kiri shinobi like this? Did they all look down on the other villages that much. Takeo understood in that moment why the village was destroyed. If he had known that Kirigakure was like that, he too would have wanted it to be gone. Though he wouldn’t have wanted the village itself to be gone, the shinobi would have had to go as well. People like that shouldn’t be left to roam freely, the boy sat by him as a testament to that already.

He continued to listen as the boy spoke about his exploits before coming to Tengakure. He watched silently from the corner of his eye as the boy clenched his hands into fists while talking about returning to the ruins of Kiri. He once more felt a pang of pity hit him. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for this child even if he was the way he was. He pity instantly went away with the last thing that Xyxer had said. He frowned slightly, why did he want to spar again? Hasn’t it already been shown that Xyxer is superior to himself? Takeo began to wonder why the boy would actually bother, perhaps he was simply bored and wanted to injure him some more. The red mark on his neck and the bruises he had received from the tree were there as a reminder of the power this boy held. Despite his mind screaming at him not to accept Takeo found himself nodding. “Sure, let us start the spar over again.” He was rather interested in finding out just how different the levels of the two of them were. How far did he have to go before he could reach the level that Xyxer was currently on? Takeo had to find this out. He moved away from the edge of the rooftop and made his way over to the centre of it slowly, his hands still in his pockets. He kept up the appearance of being calm and collected while inside his mind was still screaming at him to simply leave now before he risked any further injury to himself. He brought his right arm up to his head to wipe some beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead. His nerves were starting to get the better of him, and he hadn’t even done anything yet. The negative thoughts he was feeling at the moment were pushed to the back of his mind as he looked over towards Xyxer. He wondered if he had a plan to move somewhere else or if they were going to spar here on this rooftop. Not like the people down below here would actually care if they did anyway. While he stood there he thought over how he should actually approach this fight. He knew that Xyxer had the ability to use water jutsu, though the question was could he use others? He didn’t put the possibility of this being true out of his mind while he thought it over. “I don’t feel like going anywhere in particular to do this spar, I don’t think the people will mind if we did it here.” Truth be told, they probably wouldn’t. Not unless the unintentionally got caught in the middle of it, then they probably would mind a lot more. This was also an attempt to get Xyxer to hold back slightly. The hope was that Xyxer wouldn’t risk angering people by causing destruction to the village, so he wouldn’t use his full strength. Takeo wasn’t really expecting that to happen though honestly. He continued to think over how this will work, Takeo only really had hand to hand combat as a way to go about these spars; lacking any form of long range combat at all, which put him at even more of a disadvantage because Xyxer probably did.

The next actions of Takeo would depend on the answer given by Xyxer. If he suggested a different location to go to, then Takeo would head towards said destination all the while thinking over more possibilities of what he would do once it began. However if Xyxer agreed to fight on the rooftop they were standing on then he would do the following. A nod was given before Takeo decided that it was time to begin the spar itself. “Let’s start then.” With that said Takeo would take the initiative. Pushing off from the rooftop with his feet he would dash towards the other boy at a speed slightly lower than Takeo’s maximum [20]. He thought he should start things off with something he had tried in another spar he had had previously, though it didn’t work at the time so Takeo didn’t expect it to work this time. He did find himself wondering why he had even bothered to attempt it this time either. He pushed off from the rooftop with his right foot and jumped in the air leaping towards Xyxer. In mid-air he sent his right knee upwards towards Xyxer’s chin while simultaneously throwing a punch downwards towards the top of the boy’s head. If this was successful his next move would be to land back on the rooftop and crouch downwards, his left leg swinging towards the side of the boy’s legs attempting to sweep them out under him. In an ideal world this would send Xyxer falling onto his back. Shame it wasn’t an ideal world though. While he was attempting his first he attack he kept wondering why he had agreed to do this spar in the first place. It was a mystery to him what had caused such a decision to be made. Perhaps he was simply bored and wished for some excitement.

As it turned out, the boy, Takeo, had decided that he wanted to spar on the roof in front of all of these people. Sure, the citizens of Tengakure weren't renowned for being mean, but he thought they'd still humiliate him. None the less, it'd be exciting to see what marvels this boy can produce when threatened by public humiliation. He had opened the spar up with a jumping knee to Xyxer, which was extremely easy to counter. He crouched down to the ground as soon as the fist of the boy had came downwards, and interlocked his fingers together before he stood back up, his head narrowly missing the extended arm by an inch as his connected hands sought to grab the boy's foot ( the leg he's kneeing with) whilst he was in mid air. If this was to happen, Xyxer would simply lift his arms up with quite a lot, but not all of his strength, (50), which would none the doubt send the boy hurtling upwards into the sky, and because of the boy's weight he'd most likely travel up in the sky for 50 meters. If that was to happen Xyxer would simply marvel at the height of the boy before he pulled off his folded fuuma shuriken from his back. He held it in his hands and applied the seal of "The Flying Thunder God", leaving his seal on it as he flicked his hand out to the side and opened the shuriken with that gesture, curling his hand back and throwing it all the way up towards the boy with frightening speed as the boy was still traveling up and not yet descending.

However, the fuuma shuriken was set to go straight past the boy, narrowly missing his head and narrowly nicking his ear most likely. If the shuriken was allowed to go along it's path uninterrupted, Xyxer would disappear from sight without any trace before appearing above the boy just a few inches. His hand striking out like a coiled viper it'd shoot straight through the hole loop of the fuuma shuriken, letting it lose it's momentum as it spun around his wrist and back into his hand which he would then clench. Crouching in the air, the feet of Xyxer lightly pressing down on the shoulder blades of Takeo, the two of them beginning to slowly descend down to the unwelcoming ground. "You don't seem that well versed in Taijutsu.. perhaps ranged technique are more your thing. Use weaponry." as soon as the two would near the rooftop, Xyxer would put his fuuma shuriken folded and back onto his back before clenching the clothes on the boy's back, twisting himself before he threw the boy back up into the air but not as high as last time, just about 5 meters up. After which, Xyxer would activate his Ring Of The Abysswalker, becoming engulfed within the armour as he landed on the roof, destroying quite a few of the tiles but nothing happening to him due to the shock absorbency within his armour. He looked at the boy to see what was coming next.

His feet made contact with the floor of the roof once more. His ear stung from the small cut made by the weapon that Xyxer had thrown past him. The past events had happened rather quickly and it took a bit for Takeo to register all of it in his head. He glanced over towards where Xyxer had landed for a moment. The familiar appearance of the boy had been changed. Now stood there was an armoured being. The way it looked made Takeo feel slightly unnerved just from looking towards him. He hadn't noticed when the armour had appeared on the boy, he assumed that it was in fact the boy covered in armour instead of another entity altogether. The words that Xyxer had just spoken entered into Takeo's mind once more and he let out a sigh. It was quite a shame that he didn't actually have any weapons on him, not that he owned any to begin with. He made a mental note that he should get around to buying some at a later date. Perhaps after he got done with this spar. For now however he would have to forgo the weaponry suggestion. His eyes briefly glanced down and to the right. He watched the people walking through the street minding their own business as usual. He wasn't at all surprised to see that still no one was giving them a glance. Perhaps there wasn't anything that interesting going on, other than the armoured figure who just damaged the roof they were on.

Takeo's eyes then flickered back to the rooftop, he saw several tiles had been broken and knocked loose from the landing by Xyxer. A frown graced his features as he wondered who would be paying to repair all the damages, it would certainly not be Takeo. He went to take a step forward when his foot made contact with something. A glance down identified the object as one of the stray tiles that had been damaged. Takeo became curious at that moment, he glanced up towards Xyxer once again and looked over the armour he donned. It didn't look like anything he could do currently would be able to do much to that armour, even without it there wasn't much that the boy could do against him. So Takeo decided he would just experiment with some different things, to see how successful different tactics were. Takeo's stance relaxed visibly and he slouched over slightly running a hand through his silver hair. It was then that he brought back his leg and swung it forward. His foot made contact with the tile on the roof once again. The moment the foot connected with the tile the broken object flew upwards, the target had been the area where Takeo assumed the eyes over Xyxer were currently at. The speed that the tile was moving wasn't that fast, as Takeo hadn't actually put that much force behind the kick at all. He stood there and waited to see how Xyxer would react to this, he assumed ducking was the most likely case. He briefly wondered if a roof tile counted as a weapon, so does that make it so that he was following Xyxer's advice?

Sure, Xyxer had seen the tile coming towards him from the boy but he just felt 'meh' about it. Due to how low the boy's strength was, which Xyxer had witnessed first hand, he simply let the tile hit him straight in his forehead which was protected by his metal armour. This was where his untrained acting skills would come into place! Falling backwards off the roof, no injury what so ever, he feigned being knocked unconscious by the tile. He was sure this would at least make the boy confused, which was all he was trying to do at this point. However, as soon as he was out of sight of the boy he'd silently flip and land on the ground, sounding as if he had just hit it during the fall. However, he used the added speed bonus from his armour to zoom around to the other side of the house before the boy would be able to cross the roof if he had chose to, where he would then proceed to flip up onto the roof, deactivating the armour before he was in eyesight of the boy, simply standing there and looking at him, he decided to act unknowing to the armoured man, "Sorry about that, the Tenkage requested for me to deliver something since I can teleport there and back, now let's begin."