Anywhere but the Face [private; nk]

"I mean it, June, come at me and try to hurt me," Kiigan insisted, standing opposite the young woman, motioning with his hands for her to 'bring it on'. He'd held up his offer he'd made her, taking her to the training grounds in an attempt to help her control and wield her newly discovered powers. Her timidness to use it would get her killed, otherwise.

Kiigan had been training diligently, which was a drastic change from his life before; one lived shirking as much responsibility as possible in an attempt to fly under the radar, hoping people would forget about the two tails and leave him in peace. However, since the Zeel incident, he was a bit of a changed man. He wanted to grow strong for his own sake. Being weak and useless in the face of danger wasn't something he ever wanted to feel again. With late-night trainings, he'd gotten somewhat of a hold on what this blue fire could do, and he felt better for it.

When not training in the night, he was with June. It was weird, being with someone so much, especially when they'd started off so rough. Yet, on the flip side, they'd done so many missions and been through so many bizarre incidents that he could barely imagine her flustered and babbling face not being there most of the time. Definitely weird, but whatever.

With crimson eyes gazing at her with his usual impatience, he waited to see what she'd do. Perhaps it was awkward not using the practice dummies nearby, but Kiigan was dead set that she needed to train on a real person to make doing so in the future easier. They didn't need her only being able to call on her abilities on inanimate objects, right? "Anywhere but the face. I need this face," he added, smirking a little.

"... Kiigan...." June began, almost wearily for a moment as she stared at the ground for a moment before looking back up at him. "Before we do this, I need to say something. All my life, especially since I came here... I've always felt weak. I've thought I was weak and I've just accepted that I'm worthless and... well, everything that comes with that. That was just normal... that thought was just the thing that had been defining my life for so long. But... now.... I'm really not sure anymore."

A slight nervous laugh escaped her as she glanced at him directly before looking away for another second. "Sorry, but that's... new. And it's a bit scary. But... i kind-of want to know, too. So... Kiigan... I know you're strong. Which means no matter what happens, i'll be able to figure out how strong i am based on how I measure up to you. So, what I mean to say is...." Suddenly, the woman bowed to the red haired man as she finally blurted out her next line. "i'm not going to hold back! So- So please, Kiigan! Please forgive me if i somehow hurt you while doing this!"

Her yellow eyes quickly flashed at him with renewed determination, staring ahead as she suddenly widened her stance before extending her left hand and keeping her right one closer to her chest, both with their palms facing outward. "Since last time, I spent some time searching around records, Kiigan. I've been studying potential moves and fighting styles... all just so I can try to stand up against you just a little. So... prepare yourself, Kiigan!"

Before he could respond, June had already pushed herself forward, rushing straight at the man as she swung her right palm at his head before pulling her torso back slightly and stepping forward into another palm strike with her left hand aimed at his stomach as a bone spike extending forward from her wrist mid-attack!

The man had listened to her preamble, growing steadily more impatient though he didn't interrupt her. If there was anything he'd learned, she had a certain way she did things, and trying to change or rush that would usually be counter productive in every way. So at least the jinchuriki was attentive, bobbing his head in agreement to all of it. Deep down he was glad she was getting some backbone and worth to her. After her initial outburst his attitude had brought out of her in the beginning, it was good to see that she was finding her place. Maybe they both were. They just needed the proper incentive.

"I said don't worry about hurting me," he reminded her with a frown. "And I've been ready."

The smirk reappeared when she came at him, going for broke to see what she was made of. Both of them were in the dark on that, so this could get interesting. Kiigan easily blocked the first palm with his left arm and aimed it away, bringing his right arm down to do the same. The red-head was going purely defensive, since he didn't want to hurt her or possibly discourage her. He was just reminding himself to keep an eye out for bones when one appeared mid-attack, catching him just a second off guard. His right arm hesitated enough to not be cut by her spike, so he could bump her wrist with his forearm and divert that one too, possibly even knocking her off balance afterwards. But that one moment of hesitation was just enough that the redirect wasn't fast enough, earning him with a small graze on his right side as her hand passed by. Surely that would give her a confidence boost, that she could land a small wound on someone much more experienced in taijutsu. If he could help it, she'd have a much harder time landing another.

"Good," he encouraged. He hopped back about a yard, standing in another defensive position to prepare for whatever she had next.

June stumbled forward in an awkward series of steps before she quickly slid her left foot to the side to brace herself as she retracted the spike on her left wrist. That was a parry... okay, that made sense. She turned to face Kiigan as she swiftly picked up on his new wound. This didn't feel that different from normal swordsmanship. So, in terms like that, she basically just went in for a thrust and was knocked to the side, right? And then she lost her balance because she wasn't prepared for something like that. Which means that if it happens again, she should treat it like a parry and widen her stance, like she would if her sword was knocked away.

With the sudden realization, the white haired woman nodded her head for a moment at her own stream of thought before she raised her right shoulder, swiftly pulling her arm out of the sleeve of her coat before smoothly grabbing the other sleeve and throwing it off of her in a single motion. "I'm just getting warmed up." She boldly announced as she quickly moved her shoulders to try and loosen up a little.

Without warning, she dashed forward again, her hands opened into palms as she held her arms close to her. Then, as soon as she got in close, June leaned forward as she swung her right hand at Kiigan's left leg, extending her palm-spike as she did so before she quickly leaned into her right leg before swinging her right arm at the man's chest, short spikes extending from all around her forearm as she did so.

Having slept in rather late that morning, Maeko did not arrived at the training grounds until it was already early in the afternoon. Despite the sun sitting high in the midst of the post meridian sky, its rays of light and warmth were effortlessly impeded by the thick veil of mist that filled the air. This wasn't entirely unusual for the region, however, and it was something that the young kunoichi had grown accustomed to in her time living there. Mildly embittered by her inability to wake up earlier, she swiftly made her way to the training grounds with nimble, expeditious strides. Ordinarily she would have taken her time but the petite albino of a girl had just recently ascended to the ranking of Genin by graduating from the academy. This sudden transition into becoming a true shinobi had awakened her motivation to train even harder than before.

After all, if she did not get stronger then they would never permit her to leave the village or take on any missions that entailed actual combat. Despite her visage of innocence and kindness, the Genin was overly eager to become embroiled in the violence and carnage of the shinobi world. She had always felt that only on the battlefield would she be able to demonstrate her value to her comrades and fellow villagers. She was a loner, after all. She had no squad as of yet and no one else seemed willing to train with her, due to the circulation of wildly off-putting rumors and stories regarding her origins and circumstances. Despite there being a degree of truth to these idle murmurs, much of the talk became more exaggerated as time went on. One would think, based on what they'd heard from others, that she was cold and heartless, incapable of normal human emotions. That she was just like her parents, a threat to the village and never to be trusted.

With a mixture of frustration towards her village and a fierce determination to prove them all wrong, she made her way down the trodden dirt path and finally arrived at her destination. With a sweeping gaze, she analyzed every stretch of the area for signs of fellow ninja in training. Although she doubted that anyone would be willing to talk to her, let alone train with her, she was quickly growing weary of honing her abilities on her own. While dummies filled with hay were sufficient to a degree, she would require an opponent actually capable of evading and countering if she was ever to improve at a proper pace, let alone take on an enemy who would surely fight back. Her vivid crimson eyes concentrated on a particular pair of shinobi, seeming to train with one another not far from where she stood. Not allowing her stare to remain fixated for too long, she hastily made her way to where they were sparring.

After plopping down in the grass roughly four meters from where they stood, to the left flank of the fellow white-haired girl, she crossed her legs and watched their mock battle with keen interest. Her presence was apparent, and they would surely notice that she was there. While she did seek to train with them, she had no intention of interrupting their training session uninvited. Not wishing to be a bother to anyone, she was content with simply watching until such an offer was made. Otherwise, she would reserve herself to learning through mere observation. She wondered what sort of people they actually were, and whether or not the ominous rumors about her had reached their ears.

Kiigan moved his leg back just in time to avoid the first jab. As she entered in to the second swing at his chest, he was already set up to evade it without falling. With those arm spikes, he couldn't knock it back or even really grab it without hurting himself, so he had no choice but to arch his back and take her target out of range. "Better," he admitted.

This was actually quite difficult for him, fighting while consciously not wanting to hurt the other person. He wanted her to get practice simply attacking at first before he added in any counter attacks for her to worry about. Though she was open for an attack, he chose to backflip a yard away and stand poised for her to try again.

However, something caught his eye. For a second he thought June had made a clone to throw him off, since he saw a girl with long white hair watching them. After a second or so more of looking, he realized it was an entirely different person. "We have an audience," he commented, though he wasn't concerned with making a move to greet the girl. They were in the middle of training, after all.

"Okay!" June announced as she retracted her spikes, not paying attention to Kiigan's observation. The term 'audience' completely flew over her head as her focused state almost immediately took the phrase to mean something more along the lines of 'you're doing good enough to attract a crowd' or some other, similar, uncommon expression. With a quick huff of air, the woman ran at her opponent again.

A sudden glare crossed her face as June crossed her arms for a moment before holding her hands out to either side, her fingers spread out and partially curled as a series of eight short, sharp, claws extended from each digit, four on each hand. "I took inspiration from the cats we hunted for this one! Lets see how useful it is!"

Moving swiftly, she suddenly pushed off of the ground, almost pouncing straight forward in a low hop as June swung her left clawed arm down at Kiigan's left shoulder while swiping her right hand in an upward slash at his chest! Without even checking to see if the moves hit, her feet touched the ground again as June immediately began walking forward with quick, consistent, steps while continuously swinging both arms at her opponent, seemingly without much rhyme or reason to try and keep him under the pressure of her barrage of slashes.

After mere seconds of watching, Maeko began to shift around restlessly as she watched the two comrades contend against one another. It wasn't as if she was incapable of learning by simply watching, but getting involved surely would have proven far more gratifying. Since the two combatant had yet to take notice of her presence, she thought perhaps the better option would be to practice her sensory skills. After all, it was an ability that she had intended to hone for some time now.

She moved in a complete circle to face the direction opposite of the sparring partners. Once she was facing away, she closed her eyes and clasped her hands together with interlocking fingers. Channeling her chakra diligently, she began to attempt to visualize the locations of the shinobi as they fought. Focused on trying to detect their chakra signatures, she squinted her eyes tightly and slowed her breathing. Although she couldn't sense anything just yet, she wasn't inclined to give up just yet.

After all, what kind of kunoichi would she be if she capitulated to failure so quickly? Surely such a technique could not be learned immediately. Therefore, she proceeded with her attempt to determine their location without actually turning around to look at them.

"Ugh...please...no more cats," he groaned, dodging her slashes by weaving back and forth as needed. Not that he planned on specifically fighting June for real, but this did raise a concern. It was very hard to block and parry sharp attacks with mere bandages as any source of protection. Perhaps he should look into some gauntlets or some other type of arm guards, since he was a hands on brawler type. Most shinobi had an affinity for slashing and stabbing, after all. She certainly seemed to have a decent handle on putting her qualms aside and using her abilities to attack, which was one of the goals he had in mind for the day. Her fighting ability in general already seemed to be improving as well. Sooner than expected, it seemed it was time to move into counter attacks.

Finding an opening in her slashes, he ducked under both her arms and into her personal space long enough to tackle her to the ground. His back was grazed by one of the claws on the way down, but it didn't hurt much. He worked quickly to pin her before she could react, trying to hold her wrists to the cool earth with his rough hands. He was curious how she'd try to get out of it. "What now, June?" he challenged while panting, looming over June with a slight smirk on his mouth. He'd forgotten about their white-haired watcher in the heat of the moment. His attention span wasn't notorious for holding onto things not directly in his field of view anyway.

Before she realized what was happening, June found her head slamming against the ground along with her body as her arms were suddenly pinned by Kiigan. A heavy gasp of air instinctively escaped her on impact before she found herself forcibly inhaling, her breathing falling back into a consistent pattern from there.

Kiigan.... He's so close.... She could feel his body heat. The sweat from his palms. The sound of his breath after jumping and dodging around so much. It... it was nice.... Something about it that she couldn't quite understand felt right. Something about it seemed... exciting.... He was so close. And yet if he wanted to bring himself just a little closer... just a little bit....

After a brief moment of silence, June's face flushed red as something seemed to finally click in her mind. Wait! This wasn't good! She was losing! What was wrong with her!? In a moment, the woman flicked her head to the side to avoid looking at him as she focused on her right shoulder, forcing a blunt bone out of her back with enough force to throw the man off-balance for just a moment as the woman twisted her body, pushing him the rest of the way as the two suddenly rolled over! Before she knew it, as the bone from her shoulder finally slid out and fell onto the ground as a makeshift pointed sword, the white haired woman had ended up on top of her opponent! Her hands on his chest as she blinked in surprise, her face still flustered from the moment.

Then, taking advantage of the moment, June suddenly pointed the finger claws of her left hand at his neck as she awkwardly pulled her right hand back, starting to put it against his right side before moving to his stomach before changing her mind once again and holding her right hand up as if she intended to strike with it as the kunoichi tried to regain any bit of intimidation she had.

"I- I've won!" She randomly announced. "You're right where I want you! On your back in the dirt, completely exposed!" A slight smirk crossed her face, similar to Kiigan's earlier look, as June shrugged off her embarrassment without realizing just how weird what she said really sounded.

As Maeko sat among the tufts of grass that seemed to cover the verdant grounds, she found herself gradually beginning to lose focus. The sound of the other two fighting just behind her was beginning to pose a distraction, but she knew that there would always be disturbances in her concentration. Learning how to dismiss interference and dedicate her attention to sensing chakra signatures would be imperative if she wished to do so adequately in the heat of battle.

While the young, crimson-eyed girl continued with her attempt to detect their presence without the use of her standard sensory peripherals, the audible elation of the fellow white-haired Genin caught her attention. Apparently she had defeated her partner and won the spar. 'She was so little though...' Maeko mused inwardly to herself, wondering how such a girl could have won out between the two of them. However, after a brief recollection of past events in her own life, she realized it was not prudent to judge a book by its cover.

After the brief diversion from the task at hand, she closed her eyes tightly once more and went back to the reason why she sat there to begin with: learning how to sense chakra. Although she'd yet to have any luck with doing so, she was beginning to notice a change within her. While there was no precision or detail to it, it almost felt as if she was beginning to at least recognize that there was chakra within her vicinity. For a moment, jubilant satisfaction washed over and her motivation to complete this training was reinforced.

This was not his first time being in this particular position, a woman looming over him on his back, but this was definitely the first time he'd linked June to it. At the initial reversal, he'd just sorta blinked up at her both stunned and impressed that she'd managed to do it. Now, with her previously flushed face and her current oddly chosen words, his own cheeks were a little flushed beyond what was typical of exertion. Kiigan disarmed for a moment, really taking a good long look at her in this somewhat compromising position while he laid there panting. In the past, she'd spoken to him in a way that no one else ever had. She'd pissed him off, and vice versa. Matatabi had forced him to kill his pride and try to be friends for his own good, and under those conditions he'd resigned that he'd try to get along. But in this new light it shocked him that he seemed drawn to her on his own, especially since she was atypical of women he usually thought of...this way.. She was way different, but maybe that was the point.

However, mirroring his own previous expression seemed to challenge him out of his head. "You'll have to be a little more rough to keep me here like this, you know," he stated, his hands instinctively coming to a rest on her thighs. To be honest his mind wasn't completely clear right now, and he wasn't thinking it through...if he was thinking at all...but he was very strong. He could probably sit up and either reverse it back to her or even haul them both up, but he didn't necessarily mind the position he was in. If he hadn't forgotten the little watcher they had, he'd have been much more likely to show himself in a better light. You know, because of pride. His tough guy brawler persona was important to keep up! But he was also a man with many weaknesses.

Awkwardly, June tilted her head in confusion as she almost immediately lost whatever brand of intimidation she might have had going on before. Rough? Just what did he mean? Did he want her to actually claw at him or something? Her claws were already at his throat, just how far did he want this training session to go? It wasn't like she actually wanted to kill him... but was all of this no realistic enough for him?

Suddenly, Kiigan's hands touched her legs. Without thinking, June let out a surprised yelp in shock as she almost immediately seemed to grasp some semblance of what was going on right now! Her face flashed red again as she considered pulling back, only to flash back to her situation instead, realizing that she still didn't want him to actually win. "N- no! It's not- I mean, you... K-Kiigan! What are you trying to do?! Kiigan?!- ... KIIGAN?!?!"

Before she could freak out too much, the white haired woman's eyes randomly flickered over to notice another person in the training field. Although, purely at a glance, what she thought she saw of her only seemed to make their situation worse as June quickly looked away and forced both of her hands over Kiigan's eyes. "OH MY- Don't look that way, Kiigan! Don't look over there! Naked girl! There's a naked girl in the training field! Uhh- I don't- Somebody help! Who would- I don't know what to do! UHH!!!"

Without thinking, she rolled over the man's right side, keeping her hands over his eyes as June continued trying to look away. "It's okay, Kiigan! Everything's okay! I'll walk you out of here- We're going to be fine, Kiigan! It's all going to be FINE!!!"

The situation unfolding at her backside seemed to only become that much more distracting for Maeko, however, she continued to concentrate assiduously on the training at hand. Sensory skills required that sort of dedication, particularly for someone who was entirely unfamiliar with the craft. Despite this, the kunoichi was showing promise of progress, perhaps indicating that her practice was nearly complete and that her devotion would soon be paying off.

She could now sense the general source of the chakra signatures, although she could only perceive one, convoluted mass of the energy behind her. In fact, she could not even discern that there were two individual chakra signatures present. Regardless, this was a marked development in her practice and surely, if she continued to persist, a breakthrough in her ability would be reached and she would have completed this exercise with a new technique in her arsenal. From the sound of events transpiring behind her, Maeko wondered if the shinobi had turned the tables on his comrade. While her curiosity was momentarily peaked, she dismissed her natural temptation to find out what was going on between the two.

"OH MY- Don't look that way, Kiigan! Don't look over there! Naked girl! There's a naked girl in the training field! Uhh- I don't- Somebody help! Who would- I don't know what to do! UHH!!!"

The words would have ordinarily fallen on death ears, if not for the resounding tone employed. The raucous had instantly captivated her attention, as Maeko was already aware to whom she was referring. After all, her bleached white skin blended almost seamlessly with the alabaster suit that clung tautly to her form. It wasn't the least bit unusual for someone to make that mistake, especially when their only vantage point was of her backside. After all, the lengthy white hair that extended all the way down her back was likely to obscure the view of any onlookers further.

Surely, she was at the point in her training where she no longer needed to drown out the surrounding commotion. Paired with her desire to clarify that she was not the salacious sort, the girl quickly rose to a standing position once more, while still passively detecting chakra within the vicinity. At this point, her awareness in this regard was becoming increasingly precise and with an extended range. She could now detect other signatures throughout the training grounds, with modest accuracy. Strolling over to stand within a few feet of the two causing the ruckus, she gave a beaming, toothy grin down at them.

"Hiya!" she greeted them with a neurotic tone to match her brazen expression. "If you meant me, then there's no need to worry. I only look naked!" With a slight tilt of the head, her mouth now closed to conceal her ivories. Yet, the smile that remained etched across her face appeared no less demented in nature. "Oh! I'm Maeko by the way. Future hunter ninja. It's nice to meet ya!" she continued cheerily, indifferent to how they might perceive her.

Kiigan fought off June's hands, disturbed that he had or hadn't noticed there was a naked girl nearby. "What?! June...Stop! Where?" he huffed, squirming and swatting. He got an eye free in time to look up, and she was upon them! Grinning! It alarmed him a little, so he struggled and managed to get loose to stand up. Oh, she must have meant this girl. The girl from earlier. The one he'd mentioned and June had misunderstood or ignored or something.

Now that he got a good look at her, Kiigan tilted his head. Sure, he did kinda look naked, but there were things missing that would have made him think that, so whatever. Something else bothered him, though. "You mean, this isn't your sister?" Kiigan asked June, genuinely confused. They both had white hair. It's not like that was super common. But then again, Kirito had had white hair. This girl had red eyes. Really startling red eyes..

And a startling voice. Maeko. Future hunter ninja. He blinked then slipped his hands into his pockets. "Er, nice to meet you. I'm Kiigan," he provided, unable to think of an aspiration to add.

"Huhh?" June uttered in confusion as she just stared at the young girl for a moment. What was she even wearing? Did she have some sort of skin condition or something where she couldn't let air touch her body? Or was this just some specialized tool for using some form of jutsu? If it was something that let someone extend things from their body that could regrow or something, that'd be extremely useful. But... then again.... Even if that was the case, it would still make sense to wear normal clothes over it just so it wouldn't look just so... revealing....

"I... I don't think she's my sister?" The yellow eyed woman eventually replied as she turned to face Kiigan. After retracting her finger claws, she carefully looked back and forth between the two. "Sorry, I was separated from my family at an early age. And then I moved here, so... I don't think it's likely I'd run into anyone related. But I guess there's an easy way to see for sure?" Without thinking, June turned back to Maeko as she held out her palm, a bone spike extending from her wrist. "Can you do this? Or... I guess, can you at least try? It took me a while to realize I could even do it, so maybe if you see someone doing it then you'd be able to just figure it out yourself? I know that's not really helpful, but it's the best I can think of."

The freshly budding sensory ninja continued her practice passively, while still interacting with them as if she were doing nothing of the sort. In all honesty, the ease of focusing on two tasks at once surprised even Maeko herself, despite her usual ability to multi-task. Considering how much focus the beginning of her training required, she assumed that it would be a perpetual requirement if she ever wanted to use it. 'That's a relief...' she thought to herself, as the two greeted her, with only the male introducing himself rather hesitantly. The implication that she was the sister of this girl brought back memories of Maeko's childhood, her eyes glazing over momentarily at the lamentable recollections. Her cheesy smile faded with her gaze, seeming to stare at the air itself.

Only a second passed before she shook out of it, her normal gaze returning but her expression now marked by curiosity at what the white-haired girl was doing with her hand. Upon seeing the spike emerge from the surface of her palm, Maeko reacted with sheer astonishment, her hands rising to rest on her cheeks now. "Wooow! That is so freaking cool!" the small kunoichi exclaimed, her eyes lighting up at the display. Although she was fairly certain that none of her siblings remained alive, she decided that she would try it for herself once she was finished obsessing over how cool it was. Cocking her arm back to form a nigh perfect 45 degree angle, she let curled fingers inward before thrusting her palm out in the straight line in front of her. "Hand-Booooone, go!" she'd shout enthusiastically.

Maeko remained fixed in this form for several seconds before she realized it hadn't worked. Disappointment washed over her, as she realized it was something she probably couldn't do after all. "Oh well... All of my siblings should be dead anyway." she'd remark aloud, as she turned to glance off into the distance. "At the very least, they'd have no eyeballs." she continued nonchalantly, her hand resting underneath her chin as if pondering the possibility that she had any surviving family. Despite being slightly distracted by the conversation, she suddenly noticed that she could now sense the chakra signature of every shinobi in the training grounds with astonishing accuracy. 'I did it!' she rejoiced internally, seeming to suddenly grin for no good reason.

Returning her focus back to the two before her, Maeko leaned towards the face of the one who called himself Kiigan until they were mere inches apart, squinting her eyes with a sly smirk. "You seemed eager to see a naked lady, Mr. Perv. Sorry to disappoint." she teased playfully.

Kiigan watched in silence now as the two colorless haired girls interacted, feeling a little uneasy. So...not June's sister then. June didn't seem to know if she was or not, which worried him in a weird way. He had two other brothers and a sister, and the thought of not knowing if they existed or not was surreal...even if sometimes growing up with them he had wished they'd disappear. But that was normal sibling stuff. His family might have issues of their own and be somewhere he didn't want to stay, but trying to wrap his head around not even knowing them was impossible.

All of Maeko's siblings were assumed dead. Better yet, if they were, apparently they'd have no eyeballs, a fact Maeko seemed super okay with. That wasn't ominous at all. He arched a brow at her, feeling almost grateful for how normal his homelife was sounding in comparison to what these two dealt with. Kiigan's mind was baselessly wandering over Maeko's possible circumstances when she suddenly appeared inside his personal bubble, mere inches from his face. He visibly startled, his own less bright crimson eyes wide as they locked on her intense squinty ones. Below that was a smirk. The words that followed were even worse.

"Ah- H-Hey! Shut up!" he protested, cheeks flushing a little. She was pretty young from what he could tell, so hearing something like that from her embarrassed him rather than pissed him off. He lifted a hand from his pocket to scratch the back of his head. "I'm not a perv! Any normal guy would be the same way," he justified himself, stepping away from her. "Geez..."

Wait, what? Maeko's talk of how her family was dead and eyeless seemed to come out of nowhere. That wasn't normal at all.... Just what had she been through? Was it because her eyes were red? Immediately June's mind stuttered... was someone going to come after her eyes, too, because they were yellow?! Was that why people were already coming after them? As soon as she could, the woman tried to push the thought to the back of her mind, no, that didn't matter, they were done with all of that. Right? It was better to not ask about Maeko's family, anyways.... None of them knew exactly what she had been through. As far as they knew, it could have been something she didn't want to talk about and it seemed wrong to try and pry into the weird note any further since it was bound to be connected to some bad memories.

What seemed easier to think about, though, was the fact that seemingly for the first time really ever, something managed to get Kiigan flustered! As June finally remembered to retract her bone weapon, she almost impulsively laughed a little to herself under her breath as she found herself at a mental crossroad. There were two paths outstretched before her. The first was the path of friendship, of trust and decency, where she could stand up for Kiigan and actively put her foot down to defend his dignity as a human being. But the other path... the second path was just way too much fun to ignore.

"You know what you were doing... Pervdog." June randomly stated, eagerly teasing the man as she joined in on laughing at his expense. "You tried to grab my thighs, too, Kiigan! You've just been crazy today, haha!" It was hard to contain her laughter as the woman held her arms together over her mouth to try and keep from going too far. But, suddenly, a sly fox-like grin crossed her face as she glanced over at the man. "Bark bark~... Pervdog"

Maeko let out a childlike giggle at his flustered response, spinning around to face the opposite direction. "Y'know, you'll never get to see a naked lady if you talk to them like that!" she continued cheekily, as her hands found their way to her hips. Even if she didn't quite understand the reason why, she had come to realize that exposing oneself to just anyone was not generally accepted by society. This was a lesson she'd learned for herself the hard way, and the reason she preferred to wear such a skin-tight suit. Loose, bunched up clothing had always bothered her.

The wide-eyed Genin nearly gasped in surprise at the words of the girl who had been mistaken as her sister. ‘Is this one of those molesters I was warned about?!’ she thought to herself as she wondered just how far things had gone before she interrupted them. Several scenarios coursed through her mind as her imagination ran wild. Albeit, they were relatively tame due to her naivety when it came to things of that nature. However, despite her innocence, she did understand that there were certain places a person shouldn’t touch when it came to others. Maeko’s cheeks would suddenly turn a bright scarlet hue, with her hands rising to clasp her own cheeks as she turned to face the two once more. “Ahhh! You really are a pervert!” she yelled at the top of her lungs.

Shinobi who were there to train began to glance over at the commotion being made nearby, some laughing themselves while others gave looks of disgust at Kiigan. The training grounds quickly became rife with murmurs and it was likely that the two girls had successfully assassinated the poor man's reputation. After all, both of the girls looked quite young in comparison to him, so it was likely to seem much more scandalous than it actually was to onlookers who overheard what they were saying. She’d suddenly turn to face the other white-haired girl with a concerning look in her crimson eyes, walking closer as if to inspect her. “The mean pervdog didn’t hurt you, did he?” she asked, looked over the girl's body as if to inspect it.

After sneering and flipping June the bird, Maeko's next round of insanity sent him into a flurry. Before he could even respond to her naked girl comment, she was screaming to anyone around that he was an actual pervert! His eyes flew wide in shock and terror. "Hey! N-NO! It's not like that! Stop!" he yelped, waving his hands in front of himself as if trying to shoo the murmurs and the general unpleasantness of the situation away. "We were just training!" he announced, though the damage had probably already been done. People always liked to believe the worst over the truth, and he already had a hard time in that area by simply being a jinchuriki. "Ha...silly kid! Don't tease people so loud. Someone may misunderstand." His voice was rigid as he stepped away from the two girls. This is why hanging with females was so risky. They always turned things around for their evil kicks.

Kiigan's eyes narrowed in distrust and irritation as he moved away from them, turning his back on them to face a tree several meters away. He leaned forward, resting his arm on the trunk and his head into his arm, hoping to calm his heated face and compose himself. Intense regret filled him for even trying to be helpful. Deep down, maybe he knew it was all pointless. Why didn't he just go to the bar like usual and try to forget all this shinobi stuff...oh, right. Because he needed to be able to defend himself against the three pillars or whatever. Training by himself from now on was starting to sound good. Pervdog.. he groaned just thinking about all the trouble this could cause. "This is all your fault, stupid cat!" he grouched at Matatabi. "Well, you know--" she started, but was interrupted by a colorful string of profanities.

Without thinking, June let loose a quick laugh at Maeko's sudden accusation as the man trailed off away from them. Clearly, she had made the right decision here. He'd think twice about where his hands were in the future. At least, he'd probably give it a second thought.... Then again, this was Kiigan, so... probably not so much.... "Don't worry," the woman began as she turned back to the newcomer. "I'm fine, but he surprised me when he did it. I'm June, by the way. June Maywell."

While the red haired man was distracted, June swiftly leaned in close to Maeko for a fleeting moment. "If he ever touches you or even just shakes your hand...." She suddenly whispered. "It'd be great if you could just shout 'Pervdog' and run away. Got it?" Another giggling laugh escaped the kunoichi as she moved back away before walking over to where their local 'Pervdog' was now sulking to himself.

"Okay, come on, Kiigan...." She began as the yellow eyed woman pushed his shoulder lightly to get the man's attention. "I still haven't had a chance to actually spar with you. You've just been dodging around, but... that's not helpful. I still need to face you at your best to see how I stack against you, you know? Besides, I still need to test out some techniques and figure out how useful they are. Cat Style was kind-of effective, but I don't know... I'm still unsure about Spike Style from a practical perspective and I haven't even given Mantis Style a try. And I'm not even sure if my spiked Maiden Style would have done much if it hit. And Porcupine Style definitely needs some time before I'm sure how to actually use it...."

Maeko couldn't help but to let a sprightly giggle slip out as she watched the shinobi with the burgundy hair attempt, with little success, to diffuse the situation. She couldn't say that she blamed him for his flustered reaction to the murmuring of the crowd. After all, she was all too accustomed to it herself and understood well how uncomfortable it could make a person. He hadn't initially struck her as the sort to care much for what others thought of him, but perhaps anyone would be bothered by such a thing. After all, no one wanted to be seen as something they weren't.

All the same, she couldn't help but find some semblance of entertainment in it all. What was more fun than messing with someone? Especially someone you knew very little about. Not knowing how they'd react only made it that much more enjoyable to find out. Her expression suddenly faded to reflect offense, however, at his comment. "Hey! I'm not a kid!" she would shout at the sulking man, her cheeks now puffed out in frustration. Even though she was indeed only fifteen years of age, she had never quite seen herself as a child to be belittled. Perhaps that wasn't an uncommon characteristic among teenagers though.

Abruptly distracted by the whispering of the other girl, she quieted down so she could listen to what she was saying. 'Hehe... I like the way this girl thinks.' she thought to herself, a mischievous grin spreading across her smug face. Maeko watched as June moved back to Kiigan, pressuring him to spar her properly so that they could proceed with training. She sincerely hoped that her antics hadn't gotten too much in the way of that. Eager to fit in more of her own training, she decided to join in with the girl in trying to convince him. Twirling around his other shoulder gracefully, she dipped her head in front of him. "May I join in on this spar? Pretty, pretty please?"

Ugh, they were back on him. After darn near starting a witch hunt, not that it would take much to incite one on him given his jinchuriki status and how uncomfortable that made most people, June was nudging him and Maeko's face was dipping down to appear between himself and the tree? Couldn't they leave him alone? He normally didn't care what people thought, but this was different. She was a minor. A kid compared to him. While usually his protectiveness and concern for children was meant for the young and unable to take care of themselves, in this case it made him sick to consider villagers might think he was a pervert with kids. Normal pervert comments he could handle in joking stride, but this was too serious. Now that they were close to him against his will, he half expected to be hunted down by bystanders any moment.

Kiigan was highly inclined to inform them where they could go and what they could do when they got there as he hightailed it back home, but he doubted it would work. June's mind was made up on something. She'd probably not let him get very far before badgering him to do what she wanted. And if he agreed to her, he had to agree to Maeko. What a mess. "If I do, will both of you quit with the pervdog crap? I'm not being citizen arrested for stupid bull," he growled, leaning up and placing his back to the tree, his arms cross tensely over his chest.

A huff of air escaped her at the sudden demand. Was it really that bad to him? After closing her eyes and crossing her arms in thought for a moment, June eventually nodded at the thought. Slowly, she took a step forward before putting her hand on his shoulder, shaking her head as she did so before finally breathing another pained sigh and opening her eyes.

"You drive a hard bargain." The kunoichi teased. "Pervdog means a lot to me... it's my legacy, you know? It's like my baby.... But I suppose if you want to kill the 'legend of Pervdog' just so I can finally see how we stack up against eachother, then I guess I don't have much of a choice." A sly smile crossed her face as she glanced up at him. "Whever you're ready, Kii-dog."

June then walked a few steps away before turning to Maeko. "I guess you can join in, too... I guess? Just... be prepared, you know? It's... well.... I don't want to feel bad if you get hurt and I'm not going to hold back. So... be prepared for that!"