Post by Mako Fujita on Aug 11, 2017 14:53:27 GMT -5
Mako and Yui had been training for several weeks-- spars, meditation, and general interaction had held relatively well the entire time. Each day she brought some sort of meal-- and demanded that he "grade" it, but he didn't really see any issue with them, she was a good cook so everything tasted good. To her ire, the differences were null-- almost always a nine, occasionally a ten, rarely an eight. He knew that she was getting frustrated over that, but he couldn't comprehend why and he wasn't going to lie to her in order to calm her down. She said she was looking for his "preferences" but really, he still didn't understand why he needed to have such things.
Nutrients were nutrients, it was all that mattered. If it tasted good, that was just a nice side-benefit.
Today was no different, however, there was a different goal with the training today-- specifically, it was the usage of swordplay, something that from what she had told him-- her skill was beyond sub par in. On the other hand, it was a form of combat that Mako preferred in comparison to hand to hand-- not that he was bad at it, per say-- but he certainly preferred utilizing a blade. Likely because his blade wasn't going to break or bleed if he went against opponents strikes, unlike his own body. Certainly, he had ways to decrease that chance but there was always the risk.
As such, Mako calmly stood at the edge of the training grounds that they usually visited-- at their usual time, however, today his tantou was resting lightly in his hand, there was no impatient twirling, no shifting, like a statue Mako remained-- a ghost, completely suppressed, awaiting his partner as he waited patiently. His senses reaching out, feeling the shifts around him, each signature, some diminished, others bearing their full force without a bit of hiding-- and some, like a certain small young woman, trying to suppress her energy as much as possible as she stalked through the trees to his right.
Calmly, his head turned, just slightly in her direction as his eyes located her just as his spiritual sense did-- a single slim brow raising along his forehead as he tilted his head slightly in a simple motion for her to come down and join him. This was their usual "game" as he had begun to think of it-- the woman made everything a competition. From traveling from one location to the next-- all the way to things like this-- hiding to try and see if she could sneak up on him. She was certainly getting better at her spiritual control, of that there was no denial-- but she was still comparatively sub par in comparison to his own sensory.
Once she had landed, he would offer a single, very slight smile that would just as quickly fall from his features as he would glance at the basket of food-- who knew what was in it today, he could only hope she wasn't getting desperate and throwing random things together. He'd still eat it, of course, but he'd rather not eat something borderline inedible.
"Sleep well?" he inquired simply, raising a hand in offering to take the basket from her so he could set it with his own minimal things he always brought, specifically his water canteen and a book-- it was all he needed, really.
Tags: Yui Shokotsuki
Post Words: 570
Total Words: 570
Nutrients were nutrients, it was all that mattered. If it tasted good, that was just a nice side-benefit.
Today was no different, however, there was a different goal with the training today-- specifically, it was the usage of swordplay, something that from what she had told him-- her skill was beyond sub par in. On the other hand, it was a form of combat that Mako preferred in comparison to hand to hand-- not that he was bad at it, per say-- but he certainly preferred utilizing a blade. Likely because his blade wasn't going to break or bleed if he went against opponents strikes, unlike his own body. Certainly, he had ways to decrease that chance but there was always the risk.
As such, Mako calmly stood at the edge of the training grounds that they usually visited-- at their usual time, however, today his tantou was resting lightly in his hand, there was no impatient twirling, no shifting, like a statue Mako remained-- a ghost, completely suppressed, awaiting his partner as he waited patiently. His senses reaching out, feeling the shifts around him, each signature, some diminished, others bearing their full force without a bit of hiding-- and some, like a certain small young woman, trying to suppress her energy as much as possible as she stalked through the trees to his right.
Calmly, his head turned, just slightly in her direction as his eyes located her just as his spiritual sense did-- a single slim brow raising along his forehead as he tilted his head slightly in a simple motion for her to come down and join him. This was their usual "game" as he had begun to think of it-- the woman made everything a competition. From traveling from one location to the next-- all the way to things like this-- hiding to try and see if she could sneak up on him. She was certainly getting better at her spiritual control, of that there was no denial-- but she was still comparatively sub par in comparison to his own sensory.
Once she had landed, he would offer a single, very slight smile that would just as quickly fall from his features as he would glance at the basket of food-- who knew what was in it today, he could only hope she wasn't getting desperate and throwing random things together. He'd still eat it, of course, but he'd rather not eat something borderline inedible.
"Sleep well?" he inquired simply, raising a hand in offering to take the basket from her so he could set it with his own minimal things he always brought, specifically his water canteen and a book-- it was all he needed, really.
Tags: Yui Shokotsuki
Post Words: 570
Total Words: 570