|
|
Post by Mercado on Mar 2, 2007 1:02:32 GMT -8
Yzal gave the girl a sought of odd look and then suddenly diverted his eyes away. Personally he hated how weak he was, and he had practically said it in their last match that he did. He knew fully well that he wanted power...he'd already vowed that he'd attain it somehow, and when he had it....he knew exactly what to do with it...
But that was later...and this was now....and now....she was asking him a simple question. Did he? "Yes..." Yzal responded slowly while looking off in a different direction. He already had plans on what he was going to do when he found that power, but he found it hard keeping his mind off it. The determined look that he hardly ever had on, was on his face. He was serious about what he said...because yea....he really did desire it.
|
|
|
|
Post by Kasumi on Mar 2, 2007 13:19:29 GMT -8
"Then quit complaining and start stretching, baaaka!" Kasumi shot back out at the boy, didn't he even know that it was bad to do any form of exercise, like fighting, without stretching your self first? Psh, silly boy. With a bit of a smile Kasumi had continued about her stretches before she fell silent.
Warm-up's were always great as Kasumi had stood straight up, her hands sliding into the first position as her legs planted firmly into the ground now. It was much like Tai-Chi the way which her hands and body moved, the very air seemingly moving with her graceful movements.
Each time she'd move her hands the wind would shift into another direction as she closed her eyes slowly, dragging her hands firmly across the air a rather large gust of wind kicked up...the air seemingly flowing about her as her eyes opened again and her hands fell to her side.
"You can't become strong without proper training!"
|
|
|
|
Post by Mercado on Mar 2, 2007 15:58:00 GMT -8
Yzal let out a resigned sigh as he copied the girl as she performed her stretches. Its not that Yzal didn't already know the benefits of it, its just that, whenever a fight came up, he didn't exactly have the time to do them.
When Kasumi started moving her body in calm fluent moments, Yzal stopped stretching and watched the girl. The wind seemed to flow along with her moments, whirling around her hands as she moved them. When she dropped her hands the winds that were blowing in the yard stop almost instantly.
"You can't become strong without proper training!"
Well even without training Yzal thought he did pretty fine in his fights. But it was true, his movements had no structure to them whatsoever. He had just been winging most of his fights, hoping for the best in them. And well so far his tactics had been working. He just employed a "I hit you first before you can retaliate" type of strategy. Though, when going against someone faster than him, he was, most often then not, screwed.
"Uh huh....and where am i supposed to get this so called training?" Yzal said with a passive look on his face while crossed his arms on his chest.
|
|
|
|
Post by Kasumi on Mar 3, 2007 1:06:36 GMT -8
With a grin and a giggle Kasumi was upon him, her body pressing dangerously close to his as the Kimono still revealed a bit of her cleavage. She gave a smile and nodded at Yzal "From me, of course!" She sounded almost determined, she had to admit...when she fought him she had noticed it.
He lacked any form, no style what so ever, and he lacked that simple elegance which made fighting more refined...even if she could teach him those simple things he'd be a better fight from that alone, hell, from what she could tell by their fight is that he'd just winged it...that he had no idea on what to really do in a fight or how to best take an opponent down.
Smiling as she reached an arm around to rub the back of her head, giggling a bit "Really everyone from my family is quite qualified to be martial arts instructors if we chose to...We're taught the various styles and forms which make up the Takanawa families martial styles, they have a style for just about anything really...We've spent hundreds of years compiling and assimilating various Martial Arts from all across Asia in the hopes of perfecting our technique...so I'm quite capable of teaching you na no da!"
It was true, more so then that most of the children of the Takanawa Clan started their studies into the Martial arts at very very young ages..
|
|
|
|
Post by Mercado on Mar 3, 2007 7:31:40 GMT -8
When Kasumi moved closer to Yzal to where her cleavage was visible , well...he couldn't help but slightly blush as she said she would be the one to teach him. Now see, normally Yzal would have jumped at the girl saying she'd train him. But Yzal wasn't sure his blood pressure could handle all the training sessions. All this blushing around her was probably not good for his health.
"So what style were you planning on teaching me?" Yzal said trying not to sound to interested. He was actually curious in seeing what this girl could teach him. Yzal, being a fast learner, was plenty eager to get started as soon as possible.
"Um...arigatou....." He said quietly and quickly, while bowing slightly. He wished his Japanese was better, but like most, he only knew the bare basics from hearing others speak it. Thanking her that close probably wasn't a good idea since when he bowed...it just gave him sought of a better view of what he was previously shown in her kimono.At realizing that his face was quickly flushed in a deeper red than previously before.
Oh ya....definitely not healthy nor good for his blood pressure.
|
|
|
|
Post by Kasumi on Mar 3, 2007 20:05:49 GMT -8
With a girlish laugh and a smile she tilted her self back, grabbing ahold of the ends of her Obi she gave the gentlest of tugs, allowing her Kimono to become that much looser before drifting her self into a fighting position
"The very basics, na no da...You seem like a bright kid...you should be able to learn by fighting.." She said as if she knew it all, of course she was just taking a hunch about the boys ability to learn and if that didn't work she'd actually have to freaking teach him everything on her own.
That would take awhile...a massive tear shaped anime-style sweatdrop forming over her head...christ she hoped he could learn from experience and not through class-room type lessons
"Now! Try and strike me!"
|
|
|
|
Post by Mercado on Mar 3, 2007 20:12:20 GMT -8
~'Easier said then done'~ Yzal thought sarcastically, considering she was faster then the boy was. He knew that any hit he actually threw, would be stopped and countered, but he didn't know any moved that would work in such a bluntant situation. Yzal figured that since she said attack, he might as well.
He took a quick hop backwards, before pulling off a axe kick aimed at her head. A easily stoppable, easily avoidable, and almost useless kick in a real world situation unless you were faster then your opponent, which he was not. As long as she was faster than him, he'd almost never land a clean hit on her if she knew it was coming.
|
|
|
|
Post by Kasumi on Mar 3, 2007 20:26:35 GMT -8
She laughed a bit, moving out of the way of the attack. He probably would not see the fruitful ness of this exercise, but attempting to catch something that was much faster then you was a rather good practice exercise. It pushed you farther, developed your muscles, made your reflexes faster.
That was the point of it, though he didn't know it, she was going to keep moving about avoiding everything that he could possibly through at her until he came closer to hitting her, it was a simple exercise but an effective one.
When he came closer to actually hitting her, she would begin to block and counter-attack his moves making the training even more harder. To push ones body to the limits and beyond was the whole purpose of training, each time you passed the limit if only by a fraction of an inch was another fraction of an inch that your limit went up...
|
|
|
|
Post by Mercado on Mar 3, 2007 20:37:12 GMT -8
As expected she had dodged it easily. As Yzal's foot passed came back down from the ground, he instantly pushed off of it, dashing toward the nimble girl. He pulled his right arm back before he threw it toward the girl's face. Keeping the girl off balance between attacks was probably his best chance for hitting her.
~'...im gonna catch you....'~ Thought Yzal as he stared at the girl determinedly. He didn't know how her dodging him was going to help, but he'd play her game.
|
|
|
|
Post by Kasumi on Mar 4, 2007 13:44:16 GMT -8
As the punch made connection with Kasumi's head she did not recoil nor did she move, she simply stood there as the boy's weak punch contacted her skin and was simply resisted by her tough skin.
The laughing girl began to fan her self off simply "Yare yare...It's so hot out here in these clothes..." She mumbled a bit to her self as she completely pulled the tie to her Kimono off, removing the top part of it she let it fall to the ground with a bit of a 'thud' and dust coming up.
Weighted clothing, helpful for the purpose of exercise but not so much good for keeping cool and healthy. Kasumi's body now remained covered by nothing more then skin-tight bandages wrapped all the way up her torso, cracking her neck she giggled happily.
"Mmmm....Well...Lets begin!" Kasumi shouted in a chipper voice as she darted forward toward Yzal, jabbing a single finger of hers into the boy's stomach....she got bored far too fast...but damn that finger would have hurt.
|
|
|
|
Post by Mercado on Mar 4, 2007 19:49:49 GMT -8
As soon as Kasumi dropped her robe...and came the all powerful blush. Yzal quickly turned his head to try and force himself not to stare at the girl. Suddenly a shirt jab of pain periced the into his stomach. Caught unaware by the sudden attack, Yzal eyes widened slightly as he slumped over the girl's arm. It was now proven. Blushes was definitely not good for his health.
~I'm out already?!~ Yzal thought subconsciously as he tried in vain to move his body. ~Wow....pathetic....seriously.~
It was the second time this girl incapacitated him with a single finger. Sad....really it was.
|
|
|
|
Post by Kasumi on Mar 5, 2007 0:42:27 GMT -8
Her arms would raise up to catch the rather timid boy as he'd fallen from her simple blow. Perhaps she had more strength then she was aware as she stared down into the boy's face, having satten down on the grass on her knees causing his head to rest on her lap her own head bent down staring in his face.
To manage to do this much damage to someone by simply jabbing them in the stomach with a finger was nearly obscene, was he really that much weaker then her? A tear-shaped sweatdrop formed above her head.
"Yare yare....You really need training...^_^;;;;;..."
|
|
|
|
Post by Mercado on Mar 5, 2007 4:02:59 GMT -8
Yzal slowly turned his head too the girl with his blush still apparent. "That.... was totally....not....fair...." He said quietly while glaring at the lavender haired girl. How was he supposed to dodge a blow he didn't see coming! And more then that, how was he supposed to train if she was walking around like...like...."that"!
"I wasn't...even...ready!"
He'd been more incapacitated by the fact that he wasn't prepared, and that he'd been blushing while looking away at the girl....if anything, the solution would have been to just stop liking girls right there! But that was much simpler in theory. He couldn't just instantly stop liking girls....
~Ugh....me getting my ass kicked is truly starting to become ridiculous~
|
|
|
|
Post by Kasumi on Mar 10, 2007 0:33:30 GMT -8
"Ooh? Not fair? Because you've never seen a womans body?" She asked teasingly down at him, sticking her tongue out in a bit of a playful manner before giggling "And you think other people will wait until you are ready? It was one finger!" She defended her actions nobely, hell, she'd only poked him in a rather rough manner in the stomach...it wasn't her fault that she put too much force behind that one little finger and sent him toppling..Bah!
|
|
|
|
Post by Mercado on Mar 12, 2007 16:26:16 GMT -8
Yzal rubbed his stomach tenderly while looking up to the girl. "I think thats enough for today Kasumi..." Yzal said already tired at being thrown out a window, glomped when he walked into her house, and being poked by the single finger of doom. To put it simply he was just to tired to keep going.
"Just leave a note on my locker again for our next lesson kay?"
|
|
