[Morning Training!]

[spandexisyouth]

Morning Training happens every day in the city, and most days get handwaved. Once a month a log goes up to play out interactions and teaching. It happens from 6 am to 9 am, and this time it's happening December 31st, in-game.

I'll be linking/indexing once threads are made.

Batch 1: Beginners under the age of fifteen. Taught by Prussia, Fakir,

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Open.

[picklesplz]

[There's Kirin, standing in the cold wearing nothing more than his sandals and yukata, scratching his ass and holding a practice sword. He looks bored. He yawns, damning his brother for talking him into this. He's sure there isn't anyone around who'll really push him, or that this won't compete with his usual training in the mornings. So why is he here again? Oh right, Kujaku is an asshat.]

Meh.

Open.

[magyar_maiden]

[Hungary was enjoying the brisk, cool air. It had really heated up her fighting spirit and she was looking for someone to spar with.

Her frying pan was held lightly over her shoulder and she spotted white hair. She came closer and offered a small smile at the swordsman's attitude.]

Are you really busy?

[picklesplz]

[Kirin looked over at her with a shrug and paused just enough to scratch his butt again.]

Nah. More like really bored.

[magyar_maiden]

[Such a gentleman, really.]

Are you up for sparring, Mr.?

[picklesplz]

Kirin.

[Best kind of gentleman ever, really. He shrugs again.]

Sure.

[magyar_maiden]

[Truly, the ideal image of one.

Hungary nodded and smiled before holding her pan out.]

After you, really.

[picklesplz]

[He takes a moment to look at her - the way she's standing, the grip on her weapon, what the floor she's standing on is like - before he lounges. She asked for a fight, and Kirin is courteous enough to actually give one.

...someone should, at some point, however, mention the fact these fights are not meant to be to the death.]

[magyar_maiden]

[She may look cute and fairly sweet; but she's very experienced. She jumps back- used to going on the defensive. Her pan coming up to block anything while she watched his movement.

....if he gets too carried away she'll just knock him on the head and yell at him.]

[picklesplz]

[Pretty good, at least it won't be boring. He's still consistently aiming for blood, though, not particularly fazed by the pan. There are stranger things to be used as weapons in his world. He's fast, and he doesn't stop pushing.]

[magyar_maiden]

[She let's him charge her but she ducks down when he nears, sliding by his side to get behind him. Her pan twirls and she uses the long handle to try to knock that sword from his hand.]

[picklesplz]

[The hit connects, but rather than letting go of the sword, Kirin aims a kick at her ankles, sword whistling not far behind it.]

[magyar_maiden]

[She tsks and falls with the kick, swinging the pan around to use the skillet as a shield. OF course now she's on the ground and back on the defensive.]

[picklesplz]

[And he's not letting up. This is actually more entertaining than he expected it to be. So he'll just keep trying really insistently to chop bits of her off.]

[magyar_maiden]

[She's not one to give up. And while she wasn't expecting a challenge, it's a nice change of pace!

Except for the trying to chop into pieces part. She brings her knees to her chest and kicks her feet up to try and push him out of the way so she can stand up.]

[picklesplz]

[He falls back, clicking his tongue.]

Oi, hold still, will you? It'll hurt less.

[magyar_maiden]

{And she's back on her feet and looking rather annoyed.]

You do realize this is only practice, really?