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WC: 342 - I be back now, with a working pc >
Much like he had been when he had first required and started wielding his Katana; she was completely ignorant and clueless about what it was and how to use it. Hopefully she has more natural talent than I did... or this will be a pain in the ass. He had downright sucked with his blade when had first started wielding and learning how to use it; heck, he's often attempted to swing it around one handed at one point. A foolish mistake and one that could have potentially gotten him killed if he had attempted it in actual combat. With a slight groan, he managed to pull himself off from the rock and onto his feet, stretching slowly and carefully to test how well his body was functioning and what areas hurt the most; his side complained greatly, which would limit his ability some, but nothing too serious and restraining. Looking at the black and white female, he kept his expression schooled and neutral as he considered where to start with her training. His initial teacher, Liev and started at a history lesson that had bored him to no end and so he concluded that he would start with the opposite- jumping right into the deep end and going for a more practical learning method.
“Okay, get up and get into a comfortable stance; hold the Katana however you feel is right and stand however you feel comfortable, I’ll correct you if you mess anything up so don't worry” by the last part he was grinning, meaning that she should worry. He liked the whole 'every mistake you make you get a hit' training method. Pupils learned quickly that way or so he thought. But first, he needed to figure out the females natural fighting style and how best to train her to match her natural talents. One hand wrapped around his own blade's handle, the worn black leather comfortable fit within his hand, his eyes scanning the surroundings and picking up details, always keeping the female within his field of vision.