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WC: 324 - Ehehe, Alaki be bad teacher, preparing to prank his pupil ¬.¬
“Your gonna have to work on your arm muscles abit more; some of it you'll get from training but the rest you'll have to work for. No point learning to wield a katana and not be able to use it cause of a little arm ache” he said to her, noting the relief in her expression when she moved to hold the blade properly, pleased that the woman heeded his advice. When the female answered, he grinned at her and slowly pulled his own katana from it's sheath, bring it before him and moving into a comfortable stance. “Ha, well that's good as i'm awful at lectures” he stepped back, creating a larger space between himself and the girl so that he could watch her and assess how she moved with the blade in her hands and how she held her blade at different stages when approaching an opponent. “Remember, i'm an injured guy over here, so go easy on me and no full strength strikes; work on precision and getting used to working with a blade in your hands” he instructed, then he took a long breath in and released it just as slowly, rolling and relaxing his shoulders.
Sparring would hurt; that much he knew, but there was no other practical way he could teach the other as he hated lectures himself and couldn't bare the thought of boring another and himself by explaining everything in excessive amounts of details; that and some things were easier to learn once experienced. “Ready when you are” he said, cocking his head to the side and shooting the other a mischievous grin; although injured he had more experience with the blade and was confident he could hold his own well enough against a novice. That and he was planning a few nasty tricks to teach the girl that fighting with a Katana wasn't noble or clean; dirty, skilled fighters ones more fights then noble wanna-bes.