Two Ninja, One Facility (pnk, aloide)

Momochi arrived at the training facility in a timely fashion, at the behest of the newest kage. Her chosen training field was relatively secluded from prying eyes; it was a favorite of many in the Interrogation department for this reason. Cool, pupilless blue eyes surveyed the area. There were a few scuffs and scratches on the surrounding equipment and ground, but it was relatively (surprisingly) intact. She exhaled subtly through her nose. Lithe muscles clenched under her striped uniform turtleneck, the sleeves of which were juuuust wide enough to use her Hidden Arms technique. Despite her idiosyncrasies revolving around the village's general organization and all that came with it, she found herself woefully anxious. She knew her way around her kunai and halberd, but was that enough not to disappoint whoever the kage sent her way?

The Yamanaka only knew of one additional chakra technique apart from the academy standard- two, if one counted the ability to release genjutsu. Momochi's left fingers twitched minutely. She never imagined she'd be... Well, recognized as having enough potential to warrant extra attention. The thought of being deemed useless and promptly discarded back to the genin corps immediately after being assessed by the stranger brought her no small amount of worry.

Inhale. Exhale. She couldn't really do much other than her best, could she? If she was deemed unworthy, she'd try her damndest to prove them wrong at a later date. She might not have been the sword user her academy instructors wanted to be, but... Her shoulders relaxed minutely. She'd find a way to stand among Kiri's greatest weapon users.

Hopefully.

Maybe.

...Damn, this was stressful.

[WC: 273]
[Total WC: 273]

it was a cool and misty day, as per usual in the village hidden in the mist as he expected it to be with the oceanic storm barrier constantly operated around the entire nation. It was raining slightly however and Kizmaru was a bit annoyed at this since he didn't bring an umbrella. Luckily for him, it wouldn't get heavier than it is now and his current destination wasn't far anyhow. Making his way through the light rain, Kizmaru decided to double check his attire before reaching to his destination. When he left the office, he was wearing his yellow buttoned down shirt, navy blue pants and ninja tabi. He also wore his shinobi headband in a bandana sort of style. Placing his hands into his pockets, he continued trudging along before noticing a familiar sight of a certain, peculiar creature. Turning his head briefly to the right, he could see the armadillo that was a little over than feet tall, shaking down a trash can once more to get at some freshly discard food. He was a bit surprised it was still around and hasn't been caught by people who were suppose to deal with stray animals. Well, this one must be good at hiding or defending itself.

Well, that wasn't his problem for the time being. He watched briefly as it shook the trash can for a little bit before an employee came out with a cleaver. The three foot armadillo then began to waddle away before hopping and curling into a ball to roll away faster than it or the employee could move on two legs. That was a pretty amusing to sight to see as always and it improved his mood a little bit. Arriving at the military training facility, Kizmaru entered leisurely before looking around for the woman he had met up in his office earlier. Upon spotting her, he figured he'd approach her as an unfamiliar since it would be strange if he acted so familiar. Well, it was part of his persona to begin with so maybe it wouldn't have been that weird weird. Either way, Kizmaru slowly walked towards her, waving at her. If he got her attention, Kizmaru would then speak in a childish sort of manner, "Oh hey, are you the girl that the Mizukage sent for additional training? he said it was a young, blonde woman that knows her way around a weapon, not that the last part helped. Said we were suppose to meet here and I could teach you the basics of Taijutsu."

Releasing a nervous chuckle, his habit of rambling had taken precedent before stopping himself, placing his right hand behind his head and scratching it nervously. Whether he was right or wrong, it didn't hurt to strike up a conversation with people from time to time.

W.C: 471

Momochi took in the stranger before her with a minute tilt of the head. His outfit was an unusual derivation from what was standard in Kirigakure- either he was strong enough that nobody cared, or it was his day off...

Or perhaps she was just reading too much into things.

As he raised his arm to wave at her, she hesitated for a moment before waving back in turn. She listened to what he had to say before offering her own two cents. "Not too many blondes in Kirigakure," the interrogator observed cheekily. "And I'm probably related to most of them, anyway. Yamanaka Momochi. I look forward to working with you." her patience (or lack thereof?) would uphold as she waited for him to continue. Should he do so, she'd listen respectfully- no need to be rude to someone she just met, after all. "I'm not that experienced in taijutsu at all, but if you have any styles or techniques that'd go well with weaponry, I'd request we work with those first. Mostly I use polearms and throwing weapons." if the Mizukage trusted this guy, she figured it couldn't hurt to share some of the more basic stuff about her- especially the things that'd make any form of instruction a lot easier.

She'd done some stretches and such before arriving but hadn't done her normal weight lifts. The genin didn't know how intensive instruction was going to be, and it'd always be better than not to put her best foot forward- meaning, not completely exhausted and sweating through her turtleneck. Wiping some rainwater from her brow, she tilted her body slightly to better face her instructor. Her expression was one of clear contemplation, making no effort to hide that she was trying to discern more about the stranger. Though she normally kept her cards close to her chest, the Yamanaka figured it'd be better to be at least a little obvious here.

[WC: 322]
[Total WC: 595]

Making note of her bewilderment, Kizmaru just fashioned a sneer on his face. He just kept his hands in his pockets as he did this before listening to her half critique, half greeting. She said there weren't many blondes in the village and that might have been true. He can't say he's kept track of who has what hair color in his village as he had far more pressing matters to keep track off. There was the male assistant of his personal doctor that he learned was a Yamanaka, maybe she was related to him in some way but that was a trivial thought at best. As he figured out, or heard her admit not too long ago, she was here for training in Taijutsu since she lacked any sufficient knowledge. He also knew she needed some knowledge in Ninjutsu but he wouldn't bring that up right now until she brought it up herself. After all, he was suppose to be a just a normal Jounin that is just meeting his client for the first time. She was apparently adept when it comes to using weapons so it'll be easier to teach her Taijutsu if he just strengthen up her body and teach her a basic form. 

Well, it was time for them to get down to business. "Well, since you claim you're adept at using weapons, especially close ranged weapons, this shouldn't be too hard. I have faith you'll get the hand of it in no time. Come on, let's go to the gym. Get you set up on a sandbag to test your strength," Kizmaru said. He then looked as if he had a brilliant idea even though he had forgotten. "Oh right, by the way, the name's Kizmaru Terumi, nice to meet ya. Alright, with that out of the way, let's go!" Continuing on his way, Kizmaru held his previous sneer as he made his way to the training gym. he already had a set plan in mind in what he would do in order to train this girl. He wasn't sure how effective it would be but everybody's gotta start somewhere, he assumed.

W.C: 357

The sneer he manufactured on his face, she noted, did not seem to match his tone of voice. His manner of speech was more... Uplifting? She mentally shrugged- it didn't particularly matter at the moment. Momochi nodded at his suggestion to go to the gym. She'd walk by his side until they arrived at the particular building, where she opened the door for the both of them and made her way to a quiet corner. There were numerous metal stands for the punching bags- she ended up choosing a nicer looking one that might've been constructed more recently. Wordlessly, the blonde hefted a ninety pound bag over her shoulder and attached the chain to the metal contraption.

There were indeed heavier bags, but in general punching bags should weigh half of one's own body weight, give or take. But given that she was a ninja, well, she figured she'd have more leeway. Most of the bags she used were in the eighty to one hundred pound range, depending on who was using what (or who had 'accidentally' used too much force and punctured the leather). She turned to him for a moment, head tilted slightly. "I know there's more than one kind of exercise to do with these," her fingers drummed on her thigh as Momochi spoke, "What did you have in mind?"

[WC: 223]
[Total WC: 818]

Reaching their desired destination, Kizmaru watched as Momochi opened the doors, both making their way into a specific part of the facility. The woman made her way to a corner of her choosing and Kizmaru followed suit as he didn't mind where they were going as long as they can start right away. It was best she choose a suitable spot that made her more comfortable in the long run and helps her learn and perform better. Further observation by Kizmaru had shown, the female also took the initiative in lifting a sandbag herself and setting it up properly to begin use. Well, at least he didn't have to tell her or do it himself. With that everything seems to be in order, as far as he could tell. After all was said, or set up, and done. The female had asked him what he had in mind for training. Before that, Kizmaru wanted to see how strong she was physically. He knows she was good at handling weapons, maybe, but how would she fair without using tools to aid her. No, he wanted to see her attempt to strike the punching bag with just her unarmed fist or foot. 

"Alright, now for a simple test. I want you to strike this sandbag twice as hard as you can without the use of a weapon. First your fist and then your foot. I would like to see your output, technique and form to see what I'm working with. Don't try too hard to make yourself perfect or else, there's nothing for me to work with and this training would be moot. Now, show me what you got," Kizmaru instructed in a firm voice. He finally dropped his sneer and it formed into just a normal smirk. This will be a good starting point for them both to see where they'll go from here.

W.C: 313

Momochi nodded firmly, eyeing the dropped smirk before turning to the leather bag. The instructor before her likely would not be impressed if she took too long deciding, so she decided to go for something classic. Quickly, she launched an uppercut from her right hand, twisting her hips as she did so for extra momentum. Her fist was clenched tight, and she aimed to strike with her first two knuckles. Her thumb rested safely outside of her grip, so as to ensure that no bones would be accidentally broken during the strike.

With a sharp burst of air, the attack landed. Due to the upwards angle of the attack, the bag didn't swing wildly, instead absorbing most of the impact. It was strong enough, she assumed, to break or fracture bones, but she imagined she'd be capable of more if she trained and learned to specialize. The Yamanaka drew back her hand, investigating the area of impact. The knuckles were a bit reddened from the impact of the strike but were otherwise perfectly fine. She let loose a little huff of air before stepping backwards, letting her right side face the bag as she raised both fists to keep her balance. Momochi angled her left leg backwards, stepping inwards while keeping her head facing the target. Her right leg snapped forward, perpendicular to the ground while using her momentum from the hip turn to strike as hard as she could. The stand wobbled in place, the harsh noise of impact grating to her ears. It was some sort of bastardization of a roundhouse, from what she could tell. Her heel felt perfectly fine afterwards. Perhaps it was the harsh coating of her shoes that protected her skin, muscle, and bone. She let her stance relax before turning back to the instructor, silent question ringing almost audibly in the air.

[WC: 309]
[Total WC: 1,127]

Observing Momochi, it seems she had decided to use her right hand to perform an uppercut, a peculiar choice of strike to use but her chosen nonetheless. Folding both his arms underneath his chest, Kizmaru continued to watch as he made little mental notes of the actions transpiring in front of him. She had indeed chosen an uppercut, twisting his waist in order to put the full weight of her body behind the strike. A basic method of increasing the power, and possibly, the speed of the attack. Of course the bag didn't react too much from the blow which Kizmaru wanted to make note of overall. Next was the kick he told her to perform and so he waited for her to prepare herself to strike using her foot. Watching her take a somewhat awkward stance, she delivered a kick that seemed as if it didn't make the sandbag budge much. Well it was to be expected but salvageable. Momochi had done what he had asked and soon it was his turn to 'demonstrate' what proper form and technique looks like. She had enough force, probably due to the fact she's a weapon user, and the basic technique of putting her entire weight behind the punch.

After this, she turned to him as if she was looking for praise or instruction and Kizmaru decided he would do both. "Good form, decent power, not bad. Technique could use a bit of work but nothing too drastic. Alright, I guess I'll give it a go to show ya how it's done," Kizmaru said a bit abrasive. Taking his normal stance as if he were in a fight, Kizmaru stood with his feet shoulder-width apart and taking one step back with his right foot and orienting it so his feet are at right angles to each other. His left leg was relaxed, with the majority of his weight on their right foot, keeping his body straight but maintained the same angle. He brought his hands in front of his face, curling them while leaning his head forward behind them for better coverage of the face and holding his elbows forward so he could maneuver his arms to block body shots to his ribs or liver. Angling himself parallel to the sandbag, Kizmaru decided he would go with a kick first by turning his body sideways with his hip turned slightly over, the kicking leg diagonally across the body, then extending his right leg in a linear fashion toward the target.

His right leg made contact with the sandbag hard enough to push the heavy sandbag back substantially , making it rock back and forth. He could have used more power in order to make sandbag rock a bit harder but he decided to hold back since he was only demonstrating and not actually participating in a show of strength. Placing his right foot back down, Kizmaru adjusted his stance slightly from the waist up. Bringing his left arm away from his chest, Kizmaru positioned it just far enough from his chest that would make him look no different from a street brawler. With a snap of his arm, he quickly delivered a right straight into the sandbag, causing it to ripple and knock the heavy sandbag backwards. Not as far as the kick had done but enough for it to make a difference. He then relaxed his body before turning towards Momochi. "There, I hope you got a good look at my demonstration although that is one of many styles and striking isn't my forte. I prefer grapples and throws but it's a bit hard to show you them on this so for now, we'll stick with striking. Who knows, maybe you'll be better at it than I am. Give yourself a few more practice swings in any order, however you want and we'll move over to train your reflexes as well as drills. That is all for the time being, for now I'm going to head out and get myself something to eat. Meet back up with me when you're ready." With that Kizmaru had begun to exit the training room to the entrance of the building, leaving through the doors in search of a place to find some food. After watching her little demonstration, Kizmaru was sure he'd be able to turn her into a good Taijutsu practitioner. With a little more work and a lot more drills, Kizmaru could see her being deadly with or without a weapon as long as she keeps up with the training.

Pondering on what he should get himself to eat, Kizmaru figured he'd head to a nearby convenient store. He thought about just remaining in the training area and order something to eat but they didn't really specialize in comfort food or anything delicious for that matter. Just "food" that will help up in training regiments and the likes. Letting out a low sigh, Kizmaru placed his hands into his pockets before heading to his favorite restaurant. On his way there, he saw the familiar scene of a rather large armadillo doing the usual for food before being chased off by the stall owner. Chuckling to himself, Kizmaru decided that one day, he'll try and befriend that creature.

[Exit.]

W.C: 874
T.W.C: 2,015


Ability Claims
Claiming 20 AP
Using 2,000 for learning Extra Advanced Element

Approved Kizmaru

(Exit, forgot I was still here)

1,127 words.
1000 to claiming taijutsu spec cuz i be clanless and i'm being taught.
127 to https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t40422-bullseye, which barely brings up the wc i have whoops. other threads are linked in stat page.

Claiming 11 stats too.