Jounin Level Training (P, Komori)

Max found himself reading over some materials, Napa taking in the knowledge that he could as well. There was still so much to learn in regards to the medical arts, and the applications such techniques could have on his puppetry techniques were coming to mind. See, if a human body can be repaired by using chakra, why couldn’t other… less living flesh be repaired the same way?
 
Max closed up the book, and set down his research. He had other things to attend to. See, he fully planned on partaking in the exams to move up in position. Reaching Jounin was his goal, hopefully to make Senshi proud as the bearded man watches the young blonde from beyond the grave. Max had… had sadly accepted the facts. It was hard for the boy, almost the hardest thing he has done, but he finally accepted the fact that Senshi was gone. He simply didn’t have the skillset or background in medical practice to perform such a miracle. No, he simply had to accept that his brother was gone and that he was powerless to do anything about it. It… it still hurt, that heartache of loss. The wound was fresh, but with time all wounds heal.
 
Of course, Max wasn’t entirely sure that he was capable of performing Jounin level duties. Was he up to par? Well, there was one clear way to find out. Find the strongest shinobi and aspire to be as powerful as them. Lord Mortarion is the strongest shinobi Max knew, and the boy sought to grow to be that strong. Strong enough to take what he wants from this world, strong enough to crush the wills of any that dare oppose him with the sheer whisper of his name. The boy had no love for the man, but Max did respect the man in an odd way. He respected the power he wielded. If Max ever wanted to be that strong, he would need to surpass all of his current limits and develop into the shinobi Napa wants him to be. Max would consider challenging Commander Maku, but he vividly remembers how the man mopped the floor with his whole team. No, he would have to work his way up to such a fight. Who could the boy challenge that would be fitting? He simply had to fight up the ladder, a true test of his capabilities. He knew many Jounin, but they were all his closest friends. Would Max be able to bring the kind of fight to the table that was needed? That burning passion to best your foe was something that he simply couldn’t call on a whim against them. Such a test would be dangerous, the threat of injury very real…
 
Komori! He was a Jounin. Check. He was a capable combatant according to his record in the arena. Check. He was a Hozuki, able to avoid most injury with nothing but a thought. Check. He would be the perfect person to sharpen his skills on. Plus, Max would be able to see firsthand that neat ability the Hozuki possess. Such data would definitely prove to be incredibly valuable to Max’s research into what exactly makes peoples tick. Understanding the Hozuki ability would allow him to assess things that may prove to be effective countermeasures. If you want to stop a clock, you could destroy it. But why destroy such a beautiful object when you can instead learn how it functions and simply remove a necessary gear?
 
Max would don his Chuunin Flak Jacket, making no attempts to hide it under his garb. Komori was well aware of his rank, and so it was expected for the boy to be at least equipped with such. Max would grab his puppets, pack them away safely, and make his way to the house of the “Storm Shinobi” and “Undefeated champion”.

The blonde chuunin would knock on his door. *BOOM BOOM BOOM*

“KOMORI GET THE DOOR IM TRYING TO SLEEP” a groggy Komon would shout as he covered his ears with a pillow, some people were so inconsiderate.

—Exit And Schleep—
Claiming nothing, leave me alone

Max would note the appearance of Komori, clearly seeming to have just woken up. The man before him was definitely who he sought, but Max had never seen the Jounin without his normal, flashier and stylish appearance (or at least that was what Komori referred to it as). The scene was almost funny, though the young blonde would hold back anything besides a simple smile. It was clear that the Hozuki was not ready for visitors.
 
Max didn’t mean to wake anyone up, he just typically had a different schedule than others. He was almost always awake this early. Late enough to dig by the light of the rising sun, but early enough not to have been seen by those that would see his actions as an abomination and hinder his work. Max didn’t really give it much thought, assuming that being awake at this time was normal. In fact, he was just an early bird it would seem. The sun was peaking over the mountains, softly lighting the landscape of the village.
 
“Good morning, Komori.” The boy would say with a smile. Max would accept the invitation into the house, giving himself a chance to see the home of his friends. Once inside he would find a comfortable seat and rest there while speaking to Komori.
 
“I didn’t mean to wake you. I am sorry. I was hoping to get a good day worth of training with you. I would have asked others, but I wanted trained by the best and your win record in the arena says that that is you.” Max would say, hoping that appealing to Komori’s ego would work in his favor here.  His words would come out as quiet whispers to avoid upsetting the other twin. “I intend to move up to the rank of Jounin soon, and your experience and ability would do wonders for my training and preparations. Would you please assist me?”
 
The boy would look up at the dark haired man with large, hopeful eyes. The kind of eyes that make you want to do what you can to help them. He was giving Komori the equivalent of the puppy dog eyes. Komori may have seen these before with Komorgi, but considering that the dog always seemed to be with Sakana the Jounin likely hadn’t developed complete immunity to the gaze.

“FUCK OFF KOMORI” Komons voice would shout, albeit muffled due to the pillow being over his face
-exit again, let a man schleep-

approved unless komori decides to yell again

Well, it may not have been what the boy expected but it was training nonetheless. The Jounin would seemingly get so pumped up that he decided it best to shout to express his fervor. Komon didn’t seem to be pleased with this as young Max heard the man’s unhappy response to his twin’s actions. “Sorry Komon!” Max would say as he dashed after the barely dressed Komori.  
 
Max hadn’t been the most physically fit kid around, typically loathing any sort of actual physical training. He was quick though, able to keep up with Komori’s mad dash to the road. The Jounin had a bit of a head start, but Max was able to not lag far behind the experienced Jounin. Max too would jog past the lights, wondering why the twins hadn’t brought them down. Perhaps lack of time?
 
Several other people out for a jog all gazed in amazement at the Jounin and his “outstanding physique” while they were going about their morning routines. Several ladies all stopped and stared, unable to remove their eyes from the man as he performs even the simplest of tasks, the tank top showing off his muscular and toned arms.
 
It was like these women have never seen a man before…. Sheesh. Max hadn’t even gotten this much attention from the locals, and he straight up digs up graves and plays with dead bodies.
 
“What is the plan for this training, Komori?” Max would inquire, wondering what type of intense training they would do. The last time Max had really trained was with Senshi, but the boy couldn’t allow himself to grow stagnant. No, that wouldn’t be an option.