WHO: Kurama (fox_shuuichi) and Hitachiin Kaoru (poetryinfashion) WHAT: Long-awaited training. WHERE: Paradise Blossoms. Or, rather, the clear lot behind the shop. WHEN: Day 90, dusk.
Kurama gave a shallow bow, his battle instincts already in place as his eyes swept over Kaoru's form automatically, even as he heard himself returning the greeting.
"Konbanwa, Kaoru-kun. Hisashiburi."
The change was immediately visible to anyone who knew the boy. More than just the physical changes - his hair, a firmer line of muscle beneath his clothing (which, Kurama was amused to note, was based on his own), a harder and determined glint in his eyes. Kurama found himself smiling, oddly proud. This was not the same boy he had met so long ago. This was a young man, well on his way to becoming a powerful warrior.
And he would work. Oh, he would work.
"Follow me," he said shortly, spinning smartly on his heel and striding towards the back of the shop, his own longer hair swinging in the low ponytail he had pulled it into.
He moved through the backdoor into the large, clear space, the grass just growing back - helped along a bit - at a length to provide adequate cushioning for the training session. He walked to the exact center, and turned back again, feet spread, hands clasped behind his back, fixing Kaoru with a calm, steady - and almost completely unfamiliar - gaze.
"Konbanwa, Kaoru-kun. Hisashiburi."
The change was immediately visible to anyone who knew the boy. More than just the physical changes - his hair, a firmer line of muscle beneath his clothing (which, Kurama was amused to note, was based on his own), a harder and determined glint in his eyes. Kurama found himself smiling, oddly proud. This was not the same boy he had met so long ago. This was a young man, well on his way to becoming a powerful warrior.
And he would work. Oh, he would work.
"Follow me," he said shortly, spinning smartly on his heel and striding towards the back of the shop, his own longer hair swinging in the low ponytail he had pulled it into.
He moved through the backdoor into the large, clear space, the grass just growing back - helped along a bit - at a length to provide adequate cushioning for the training session. He walked to the exact center, and turned back again, feet spread, hands clasped behind his back, fixing Kaoru with a calm, steady - and almost completely unfamiliar - gaze.
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