Getting Acquainted [Training/Invite Only]

[Hopalong]

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Jens was irritated as of now. He was informed by his uncle that he found a man who was an expert in the Kibaku-Nendo clan. Despite the protests, the old timer threatened to change the locks on him again if he doesn't meet the man. "That's bullshit anyways, he doesn't even live there how does he get control over the place?! Drunken bastard..." Ranting and cursing like this continued for the thirty minute walk to the site he was expected to meet some Sir Charles. The stupid name only made the adolescent more annoyed with the whole endeavor.

Being told to come prepared to train hard, Jens dressed without his jacket, expecting the arid land of this country to be harsh today, so he simply had his body builder's tank top, red jeans and matching sandals, including his headband bearing the Iwagakure symbol in case he got lost or some confusion broke out. He brought his pack of molding clay [5 blobs], 10 shuriken, 2 kunai and 40 makibishi.

Finally a white spec appeared in the brown area. It stood out, and retained a human stature. He sighed, knowing he had to start working as of now. Minutes later (not making any effort for the patient man), he was able to identify the man. He looked about as odd as his uncle described him.

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The man was dressed in a white monk's robe. His hair was a light grey, and ran down his back, with a rubber band keeping it in a ponytail. His eyes were squinted, and face containing a few wrinkles on the forehead and cheek. There was a katana and pouch on each side of his waist.

"Good to see you've made it, Mr. Froto. I am Sir Charles." Just the accent he bore, the stress on his throat but a hint of real world stereotype Japanese accent made Jens feel even more obnoxious over the quirks he found. He just wanted to blast this guy, but he knew it wouldn't be easy. So he held in his wish to scream, letting out another light sight, and muttering, "Yep, cool beans. How much do I have to pay you so you tell my uncle I trained?" The man pouted, revealing disappointment, but then quick anger. "A gentleman never excepts bribes!" Jens chuckled, "A smart one would." This only infuriated the geezer, as he took his sheathed blade and used it to thump Jens on the head.

"Ow! The fuck was that for!" The kid retaliated. This caused another displeased expression from Charles, assuming something in his response made him unhappy once more. He turned around looking at the scenery. He strapped his blade back to his waist as he spoke, "Good thing I picked out the perfect place for you to work on your training! We must train your body, chakra, mind and now apparently manners!" This set the shinobi aghast. He thought he was getting one of those old-fashioned, grinding his limits workouts, not a full person makeover. "I hate my uncle." He muttered.

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Jens identified the environment. The earth was a little bit softer, but a nice face-plant would still break your nose. This area is right next to the walls of the gate, made of what presents itself as indestructible wood, a temptation Jens has always forced himself away from taking. Also stands a wilted tree, abundant of life as the naked branches are only a few feet from the floor. A bench lies next to it, made of stone but cracked and appears aged. The whole appearance gives the idea of a common getaway, perhaps a park, that was simply abandoned and left to wither away with time.

Charles approached Jens, simply uttering the phrase, "Are you ready?" Jens looked the man in the eye, but he bore that lack of care look in his facial expression. "Yea." Immediately the old man reached for his sheathed blade and smacked Jens directly in his back, making contact with his spine. An outrage of pain surged in his body, he yelped, "Ouch! Goddammit! What?!" The man's eyebrows were the only sign of anger, other than his tone of voice, "At least stand with proper posture!" This meaningless task struck confusion into Jens. Is that just some sort of pet peeve, or is that a standard of society? Regardless, it seemed pointless. "Fuck that." Is all Jens had to say as he slouched farther.

This time, the man's eyes widened enough for Jens to see a purple iris. Obviously a sign that he's reached a new level of rage, as he the sunlight reflected off the metallic blade as he began to draw it from his sheathe. The fear of impalement made Jens straighten his posture. He wasn't scared of getting into a fight, but the fear of having to sleep outside, as a fight with the mentor wouldn't go over so well with his uncle. "Okay, what's next... Ugh, Sir Charles?" He gave a shitty smile. He would attack him later.

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Charles immediately grabbed a red pouch and threw it to Jens, which he reflexively caught in his left hand. Charles spoke, "There is clay in that bag, enough to last us the session. You'll give it back to me by the end of the day." Well, at least that was a decent favor. The amount was much heavier than what Jens had on him, but when he strapped it on top of his own bag, he was happy. Clay was expensive, and he only had the little bit he got as a gift from his teacher for graduating the academy.

He began to unzip the bag as he asked the man, actually curious for once, "So what do you want me to do with this?" The man grabbed his hand, the tongue desperately trying to reach the clay, but only inches away. He looked up to him in confusion. "It'd be too easy to have you craft clay, you already know that. I teach things at a whole new level. You're job is to be able to create it while in combat!" This line sunk in as he realized what this meant. But would he seriously fight him? He began to release his hand, but then went straight to unsheathing his katana. This sent a bit of shock into Jens, as he immediately leaped backwards.

Charles swiftly pursued Jens, swinging his blade with finesse in a diagonal motion, aiming at the genin's torso. This was a predictable movement, but the speed was tough for Jens to manage with. He quickly took another hop backwards, gaining two meters of space. "Are you fucking crazy?!" He eyed the man, but the seriousness in his expression showed this was real brawl.

No time to think, he needed explosives to combat this guy. He reached for the red pouch of clay, unzipping it. Just as he was about to send his mouth in, Charles made a second charge. This time was a direct thrust for Jens arm as it was moving in for clay. "Ai!" Jens shrieked as the blade just barely missed his arm, going in between the small crevice made by his arm and rib cage. He realized that the old timer had paused for a second, looking to him, he simply uttered, "The biggest weakness of this clan is the preparation of gathering your clay! You must push your opponent back long enough for you to get some clay in your hands." The mentor withdrew his sword, and Jens took another step back. He regained his breath, and calmed it.

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"Alright, now we'll start again, be prepared!" Charles commanded. Jens gave nothing more than a nod of acknowledgement. The man bent his knees, then broke into a dash at Jens. Jens had gotten into a lot of fist fights before he gained interest in art, so he didn't know too much. The one thing he had to avoid was throwing a punch, so he planned on kicks or whatever he could manage. The mentor had repeated his previous action with a stab at Jens, this time for his torso.

This was a rather easy to counter attack, he stepped to the right only a slight bit, making the sword soar past him. He then grasped the man's wrist which held his sword, putting a firm grip. He then moved his right leg forward, going for a leg swipe. Obviously the man had Jens beat in terms of speed, as a simple leap into air made Jens attempt completely fail. He then contracted his arm, bringing his fist closer to his face. Catching Jens off guard, as he was still holding onto wrist. This forced the genin off his feet and out of control, overwhelmed by the foe's superior strength.

Charles' open hand made a karate chop pose, as he swung it down powerfully to Jens neck. He had no idea what to do, not risking bringing his hand-mouth into hand-on-hand combat, he was forced to take the hit head on. A sharp spring of pain surged through his head, as a common weak point on any man's body, he was traumatized by the pain. This left him unable to resist once again as the old man swung his arm out to his left, causing Jens to flail along. He didn't have the strength to keep up his grip, so he went flying and took a bad roll onto the hard earth. He scraped his shoulder and arm on that landing.

"Ah... Fuckkkk." He moaned silently to himself. He couldn't see Charles, but he was probably having fun with this beat down. Jens felt pathetic, he was only treated as trashy as this once before, and remembering that sensation was horrible. His eyes were just barely moving around, trying to make sense of the situation. He was still alive, he knew he could still fight. Trying to keep his stealth, he motioned his arm for his pack, reaching for two shuriken. It wasn't long before Charles began ranting again though, "This is why you need training! You can't put this power to your liking if you can't even start it! Will do this for hours if we have to! I'll make-" That's when he was caught off guard though. Jens quickly forced himself to spin around and throw the two shuriken out, quickly soaring at the old man. He was truly surprised, forced to move out of the way.

During this time Jens quickly shoved his hand into the red pouch, the mouth on the palm of the hand quickly biting into the clay inside. After getting a decent amount, he pulled his hand out and stood to his feet. Charles had stopped fighting, knocked witless by this turn of events. For once the shinobi had a giant grin on his face. He knew he tricked him there. "Well, how was that?" After a few seconds more, Charles finally registered the whole situation. "Oh yes! Uh... Quite impressive, always take advantage of an opening! ...Of course they won't be that easy! No no no no no no no! I had to practically show you that opening now! But that's a good start!" Jens smirked, knowing the truth, and why he got so defensive with his response.

Looks like that was step 1, could it get much worse?

[Hopalong]

Things had settled back down, and now Jens was sitting on the bench talking to Charles. Most of it was more about how to fight in close combat. He zoned out on most of it, only catching stuff like openings, exploit your advantages, all the cliche bull. He simply replied, "I prefer explosions and that stuff." He rolled his eyes. The old man could only say, "Well then at least bother to think of some simple ninjutsu or genjutsu to train yourself in, it could help!"

Soon a bellow came from the horizon, "You gettin' shit done, boi?!" The southern like accent roared from a distance away, but both master and student watched as the slob slowly worked his way over. A tubby man, with messy brown hair, who lacked hygiene in every aspect, approached the two. "Ugh, of course uncle, did you really need to check?" His uncle simply responded to this by grabbing a flask from his back pocket, quickly taking a shot of it, then continuing, "Well ya know I like to be social when I binge!" These attempts at humorous response showed no muse to Jens, as his annoyment at the blob he called a relative began to emit a smell, he wouldn't dare question which side it came out of.

Charles, on the other hand, showed no disturbance at this sight, most likely apart of his gentlemen ruse. "Ah, glad to see you visited! We just finished establishing some basics of the lesson, the hard stuff will most likely come soon!" While his uncle responded, Jens blocked this out as he realized what this meant. More struggling, more endeavor, more troublesome tasks. He felt like a martial arts fighter preparing for a tournament he didn't know was cancelled. Finally, he intervened with their conversation and said, "Wait, do we have to take things to a new level of difficulty? Seriously, my wounds are already enough of a pain..." He tried to talk polite in fear of receiving another wound.

His uncle turned to acknowledge the wounds on his back. He laughed a little, then simply said, "A lil' bit of alcohol will do the trick now!" Jens attempted to stop what he knew what was coming, but it was futile. Liqour from the flask that his uncle always carried, splashed onto his scrapes, causing a singing pain. He gritted his teeth, trying to evince any proof he was suffering away, so he could look like a man. But his fists were clenched and it was a pitiful try. "Feel better now, doncha?" He gave a pat on the back for Jens, possibly to show he was proud, but he was didn't even seem to notice he slapped his scrape again. His face turned red from the attempt to endure this, and screamed as he walked away, "Ah! God dammit! What's wrong with you, crazy jackass?!"

This only led to him getting smacked in the forehead with the middle knuckle of Charles' hand. Another small groan of pain, as he rubbed his forehead. He looked up, anticipating this next lecture. "Don't you understand me when I say to be a gentleman? Especially for your elders, you must be respectful!" This led to an irritating conversation, he replied, "Did you even notice that witch doctor method he used on me?!" For once, Charles gave a laugh, and said, "He may not be too wise, but he was my #1 disciple!" This gave many satirical thoughts about his uncle in his head, he smirked as he came up with a witty comeback, "In a class of one?" Charles smiled, expecting Jens' reaction to his next line. "I wouldn't worry about how many disciples I had, as he was the only one to surpass me!"

That's where the jaw dropped. Unable to control it, being a subconscious reaction. He was stuttering, "Wh-Wh... Wait, What?!" Charles simply exclaimed, "Enough chit-chat now! Back to training!" Jens couldn't believe it, he got trolled. was his uncle really that strong?

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Jens was just about ready to train, when Charles mentioned to him, "One last thing you're uncle told me. He said you might be interested in a gathering for the sunagakure-iwagakure for a festivity of sorts?" This realization hit Jens like a brick as his eyes widened, and immediately dashed off, "Oh shit I forgot! Gotta go! Here's your clay!" He grabbed the red pouch and tossed it to Charles as he departed.

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