Training [P,NK]

His tea had arrived by the time Xyxer had entered the cafe and Takeo was just about to take the first sip of it. He felt a hand grab onto his ear and he began to curse, mentally mind you. He dropped the cup back onto the table as he was dragged out of the cafe, no one paid much attention to it mind you. They were used to having people dragged out of their cafe it seemed. Once outside he found Xyxer slamming his head into the wall of the building. He was left dazed and disorientated after the blow to the head. His hands pressed against his forehead as he felt a headache coming on almost instantly. He managed to regain enough of his senses to hear what Xyxer had to say about him and he frowned. "Well excuse me for not being insanely strong." He replied sharply before groaning once more bringing a hand to his head. That wall had been rather hard. He leaned against the wall his head had been hit against and slumped downwards clasping the bridge of his nose. "This is hardly fair you know, an Ex-Anbu against a Genin." Takeo frowned at his own words, "Meh, I guess out there it isn't fair either."

He realised at that moment how much he had been neglecting his own training. His current regime wouldn't be enough to get him stronger. He removed his hands from his head and pushed himself up to his feet once more. He looked over towards Xyxer and grinned towards him, "Let's continue if you want." As those words left his mouth it confirmed something to himself. From now on he would not simply run away or give up when the odds were against him, like had done about five minutes ago. His eyes flickered from left to right as he took in the village surrounding him. Right now he was weak, if it ever came down to it he wouldn't be able to do anything to protect the village or the people within it. His expression hardened and his eyes narrowed in determination, "I will become strong." He muttered quietly to himself. He knew it was rather dumb to make a decision like that on the spot, it's one thing to say you will do something and another to actually to do it. However for the sake of himself and the people of Tengakure, he had to get stronger, even if it meant getting his ass kicked by Xyxer.

Well, perhaps this would be fun after all. The boy had seemed to have a change of heart and wanted to become something of a strong shinobi, or that's as much as Xyxer could pick up from his slightly goofy expression. However, they were still stood next to a cafe, and breaking lots of bones in such a place would not be the best thing ever, so he decided to hold back even more. In the blink of an eye, the hand of Xyxer would reach out towards the throat of the boy, clasping around the windpipe and constricting it to give the boy the sensation of suffocation before he would throw him straight up into the air. After doing that, and if it was successful, Xyxer would jump up into the sky and grab onto the leg of the elevated boy before spinning his body around, catapulting him off somewhere into the distance over the rooftops of Tengakure. After that was done, Xyxer would pursue the boy before going for a simple sweeping kick to the boy's ankles.

And so Takeo once more found himself sailing through the air. He sighed and swung his legs around to put himself the right way up before landing on top of a rooftop in a roll. He rolled forward and then straightened his body upwards. He glanced over towards the area in which he was thrown from and saw Xyxer coming towards him. Out of the bottom of his vision he noticed the boy's leg sweep out towards him. Pushing off from the ground he jumped up bringing his knees upwards to avoid the sweeping kick. His feet touched the ground once more when the leg had safely passed by. To counter he turned his body to the side and swung his left leg, which was the closest to the boy, upwards towards the head of Xyxer. His leg would move back downwards if it managed to land and he pressed forward stepping closer before swinging his upper body around with his right hand closing into a fist. The fist itself was aimed towards the nose of the white haired boy. Takeo was currently relying more on his instinct than his mind during this, he knew that thinking over things right now would just be pointless, so why bother.

When the boy had avoided his sweeping kick he'd simply stand back up and notice that he had now attempted to kick his head. It was a rather brazen, yet foolish attack. He'd simply lower his head, and as soon as the foot was above his head, he'd send one hand upwards, clutching onto the ankle of the boy before lifting it up further. He was doing this purely as a method of pain as it was much like doing the splits, except you was being forced to do them this time, even if your body was not ready. Watching the face of Takeo, Xyxer would try and see any signs of pain as he continued to lift the boy's leg up into the air, most likely straining and possibly ripping some muscles.

Takeo had now gotten himself into quite the predicament, he kept his face blank as Xyxer slowly began to push his leg upwards. The pain was slowly building up and he had to think of something to do rather quickly. It was then that he remembered the tiles he had been using earlier. The tiles, two remaining, were located currently in his pocket. He had put them there previously when he had entered the cafe. His hand fished into his trouser pocket and he pulled out the two tiles. Quickly he threw them towards the face of Xyxer. Either the tiles would hit him in the face, he would let go of his leg to block...or use his other hand. Now that Takeo was thinking it over, he saw the various flaws in this method of trying to get free. Never the less, if Xyxer did in fact let go of his ankle, the boy would quickly take a few steps back to get away from the younger boy.

Once more the boy was attempting to use a flawed method in order to try and harm him. Of course, Xyxer always repaid in kind and as such he'd do the exact same thing. When the tiles had came towards him, he'd use his immense speed to catch one before throwing it directly towards the unprotected pelvic region of the boy, doing this with each tile that was thrown due to how quickly he could react. It'd be funny to see his reaction, especially as his muscles would have been tensing due to his leg still being stretched.

Takeo's teeth ground together as the tiles were thrown back into his own body. This situation wasn't getting any better for him so he had to do something rather quickly. His eyes darted from left to right, up and down. He was looking for something that could be used his advantage. It was when he glanced down to the streets something caught his eye. The entire time his hands had been hanging limply by his sides as he stuck in this awkward position. They moved behind his back to tug down on his shirt but also for another reason. While continuing to have his eyes move around wildly to try and give off the impression of not having an idea what he was doing, which was still kind of true, his hands began to go through several motions. The motions were the four hand seals required for the jutsu Takeo was planning to do. His hands moved as fast as possible without trying to draw any suspicion to his actions. If this went through uninterrupted then Takeo would vanish in a puff of smoke. What would replace him would be a sign, a sign which had caught his eye on the street. Written on the sign were several prices for several different fruits, if anyone had bothered to read it when passing by. If the jutsu were successful Takeo would now be standing on the street favouring his right leg.

Xyxer was very much a man of torture. He would get an intense thrill from letting the hopes of somebody rise before he would swoop in like a hawk, lifting a turtle up from the ground and carrying it high up into the air before dropping it, cracking the shell and what have you. He was very much like that, as he enjoyed the feeling that the turtle would inevitably have, that slow ascension of dread and fear, accepting that there is no chance you will survive. In this case, Takeo was the turtle. Xyxer knew exactly what the boy was doing. After all, why would he have to send his hands behind his back unless he didn't want Xyxer to see what was going on? He was going to put this boy in a rather perilous situation. With a twist of his foot, Xyxer would cement his place on the ground before twisting his other foot straight up towards the boys now exposed and stretched loins. His foot would not be going full power though of course, but it would have been strong enough to shatter a small rock. He would do all of this before any time would be left for the jutsu to be completed, or any other jutsu for that matter.

Takeo became aware of what Xyxer planned the moment he began to shift his foot around. With his hand's still performing the seals quickly, all idea of avoiding suspicion out the window, he removed his other foot from the floor and swung his free leg up to meet Xyxer's. His jaw would clench from the pain of the two legs clashing together but yet his hand's still performed the hand seals. As Takeo fell backwards his jutsu would be complete, most likely before Xyxer could peform another action of harm against the boy, and he would substitute with the sign as he had intended to do before Xyxer had decided to try and assault his manhood. And so if this was all successful, Takeo would find himself standing in the street rubbing both of his legs from the pain they had endured during this brief escapade.

The muscles in the legs of the boy would have been incredibly tensed and compressed, making any form of movement be extremely painful and difficult. However, considering the boy had left himself no option, he would have moved his leg anyway, and as a result of his muscles having tightened incredibly because of Xyxer's shenanigans, the hamstring would tear because of the incredible pressure that was put on it. A crippling fiery pain would wash through the leg of Takeo, and through his entire body. Most likely, he would collapse to the ground and because his arms were behind his back, he would break one of his arms from it's awkward positioning. Of course, this would have all happened before the hand seals were completely formed as he was not the one to actually harm the boy, it was the boy's own movement. And of course, it would have been extremely unlikely that Takeo would have been able to focus on finishing his hand seals when faced with such crippling pain.

If all of this was to occur, Xyxer would simply look down at the boy and sigh, shaking his head gently, "You can do more harm to yourself than I can. How disappointing."