Training and stuff(Open/Training)

Admitedly, Ichirou wasn't strong physically. He was fast, make no mistake. He went faster than most Genin at base. He knew that something happened with something stupid like genetics or something. He didn't get it. He was kicking a dummy, to little effect. He was kicking it fast, possibly faster than some could see within the building, but he wasn't impressive enough to attract a bunch of attention.

He had been there for awhile, and his spikey blonde hair made him stick out. He was also reasonably tall, although not egregiously tall. That helped him stay out of the picture. He was just tall enough to be average among the tall. He was the perfect amount of average except for his speed, which was far faster then he gave himself credit for.

If Ichirou wasn't strong, Suzu was plainly weak. She didn't mind. The world was her oyster now. And oysters make great meals once you pry them open, rip the flesh from their homes, and...

Ok that analogy fell apart.

Suzu's short stature was complimented by her small body. She did not stand out in a crowd. Or rather, she would not if she did not dress weirdly.

Well it wasn't that weird. She wore a large white shirt, a t-shirt style shirt, one that hung well past her waist. Accompanying them were jean shorts. They just barely peaked out from under her shirt. Around her arm lay the "head" band. On top of her head, instead of a "head" band, was... a pair of cat ears?

Yep. That was a head piece with fake (?) cat ears on them.

And this was how Suzu walked towards Ichirou. Not purposely, mind you. She was glancing every which way, except forwards. If Ichirou just kept doing what he was doing, not noticing Suzu, she would end up walking directly into him, while watching an older man punch a punching bag repeatedly.

Kiraku was sprawled out on a thick tree branch, indulging in his favourite type of recreation, bird watching. This particular tree was situated at level with the second floor of the academy, parallel to the women's changing rooms for teachers. Yet, that was not really relevant now, was it? Afterall, Kiraku had spotted a pair of maleficient Tits, which just happened to be nesting in the general direction of the aforementioned window. He was admiring their suitable movements, even though they were a specimen of considerable size. He had his right eye flashing crimson to make sure he got all the details. He had covered his left eyes with a downward tuft of his hair, having learned that covering one of the Sharingan could negate some of the chakra drain, a method used by many shinobi whose body was not that of an Uchiha yet had the power of the Sharingan. Even for him, a Pure-blooded Uchiha, having both Sharingan active was a taxing feat; mostly due to his chakra reserves being far from plenty. He didn't need two eyes to admire the view never the less, the power of a single eye was enough to get all the enjoyment one possibly could draw from the spectacle.

It was then that a gust of wind uncovered his left eye and a pair of chakra signatures caught his eye.

Ichirou was still kicking and kicking. He noticed the woman meandering towards him, but figured that she'd move like, not into him. Maybe stop or something? That's why he had continued doing what he was, simply kicking a dummy while making a complete lack on dents in it despite not requiring a massive amount of physical strength to do so.

He didn't notice anything in the trees or anything, as shortly after, the woman ran into him and he fell face first into the dummy. The method, however, that he got up was going behind the dummy with immense speed and look at the woman from behind it. Cat ears?

EH?

Something was wrong that. Something did not calculate properly and it was the cat ears, this wasn't how this works. She uh... shouldn't have cat ears? Now, with his somewhat elevated knowledge of the body gotten in odd ways, he knew that humans did not have cat ears. In fact, they lacked them.

He glared towards the ears, and due to the way his brain worked, did not realize that they were fake.

"How's you have cat ears? 's not how the body works."

Ichirou was still questioning everything as he asked it.

Bump. Thump. Thud. It was but a few moment between Suzu looking around and Suzu looking down trying to figure out why she was suddenly on her ass.

Of course she felt the impact, but whatever she had walked into had zooped away. That was annoying. Like, really annoying. Who just, like, gets hit and runs? Wasn't that, like, against the law?

Or maybe it was the other way around...

Yeah that made more sense.

And then there was the question.

"Oh, um, these?" she said as she took off the hair band. "They're just decoration. Fake. Not like I'm part cat. Though that would be cool as fuck, don't'cha think?"

She'd stand up and hold out a hand towards the person. "Name's Suzu, sorry about that if that was you. Sup?"

Kiraku’s attention shifted momentarily to the interaction between the two chakra signatures. Usually, he wouldn’t have given much care yet one of the chakra signatures was … particular. They stumbled into each other, both situated in the middle of the training ground. After a second look, he noticed what was wrong. One of the Shinobi was a girl. Her back was to him, so he wasn’t sure what chest fortitude she possessed. They seemed to be training and that was a good enough opportunity for Kiraku to be a dick and show his “superiority”, wherever that might lay. After giving one long look at the perched tits, imprinting them into his mind; He swung down the tree, landing cool and all. He was dressed in a floral brown shirt, a rangy old cloak hanging from his shoulder. He pulled out his headband from the folds of his cloak, having removed it so the sun wouldn’t shine off it and “scare off the birds”. Checking his reflection in the shining metal, he fixed his hair and cleaned up some smudges of dust off his face with spit and elbow grease. He tied the headband quickly, made sure it was straight and walked with a sense of smugness towards the two, Sharingan active to make sure he made an impression. There were ladies present after all, especially one who might boast a sizeable…personality.

Ichirou didn't look directly at the boy who started to approach, as that might indicate a challenge. However, he did look out of the corner of his eye. He disliked this already. He simply couldn't respect a man who puffed out his chest like the man did. He didn't know his name, wasn't even looking into his eyes. The law of the wild. You look a person in the eyes and it's a challenge. That's just how it was.

"My name is Ichirou."

Ichirou, being the type of man he was, didn't like the idea of this whole situation, but thankfully for him, the boy seemed to be focused on the girl, and was mostly ignoring him. That was a good thing. That meant he was entirely safe and sound when it came down to the thick of it. He could just run out of there run away from this situation when it came down to it. That would've been the key if required.

"That would be a good addition to skills, enhanced hearing."

It took Suzu a little bit, but eventually she noticed that Ichirou was motioning as if someone was behind her. So Suzu turned around and her eyes zoomed in on the...

Red Dot.

She pounced. Not to attack, but to investigate. If Kiraku did not move or block her, she would land her feet on his shoulders, and entangle her fingers behind his head. This allowed her to look him directly in the eyes in perhaps the weirdest position to ever exist. If Kiraku did nothing, there would be mere inches between their eyes, and Suzu would be staring vehemently into his eyes.

"THAT'S SO COOL!! IS THAT A LENS? I CAN'T SEE THE GLASS THOUGH! IS THE OTHER ONE LIKE THAT!?"

Kiraku had barely made it a few steps away from the pair before he was ambushed by the girl. Had he been not with his dojutstu active, he might be taken by surprise by the girl’s abrupt reaction. As soon as she had lept up in the air, he had already stepped back; his eyes glued to her. He took a good look at her as she lept, noticing the ears for the first time. He found them odd and out of place in the village as he was sure there were no animal hybrid clans. To his dismay, she wasn’t too well endowed, which probably was only something he excepted from the average female. He took brief notice of the man behind her but he didn’t even spare a second to look at him. As far as he knew, this woman, no, this girl, was going to try and attack him. He drew himself into a defensive position, his right fist filling with chakra. It was then when he realized she meant no harm. Far too late that is. He made no move to help her, sticking to his really good idea of being on the defensive. Just in case.

He moved quickly and dived to catch the now falling Suzu, who was bound to fall when the boy moved back. He'd make immensely good time, with his explosive start being from his time in the wild. That was just sort of how his limbs trained themselves. He had to slide on his knees to catch her properly. Once caught in his arms, he'd place her very light frame on the ground feet-first before moving back, much akin to a beast moving away from a predator. He'd then look over to Suzu.

"I hope you are okay. That was almost a nasty fall."

He spoke as though spoken word wasn't his first language, despite it being so. This is because he was still getting antiquated with it. He hadn't actually needed to use it, so he literally only knew super snarky phrases and not actual human contact via proper words. He did glare at the red-eyed man who walked in. He was an idiot who revealed all his cards.

Suzu would just kind of blink for a moment. She had jumped to get a closer look at the random person's eye. And then Ichirou had caught her when the random dude had the gall to step back. She had half a mind to talk him off, even! But first she had to stand up. Sure, Ichirou had been kind enough to catch her and deposit her on her feet, but she was still crouched. So she stood with a spin on one leg to look at Ichirou, and with a small bow, said "Thank you much."

Then she turned back to the newcomer and was about to do the whole 'waggle your finger and chew their ear off (not literally) (this time)', but then saw the stance he had taken up. And it all clicked and the look of anger and annoyance on her face fell away, replaced instead by one of understanding. And embarrassment.

"AH! Sorry! I did it again!" she said, a bit louder than needed, as she bowed much lower for him. Standing back up straight, she would continue. "I wasn't trying to attack you. I just wanted a closer look at your eyes. They're cool. Are they contacts or something?"

Kiraku analyzed the situation that lay in front of him. The boy had taken upon himself to catch the falling girl; something which Kiraku couldn’t really care about less. He was far more intrigued in finding out the reason behind the “attack” the girl tried to lay on him. She turned towards him with a seemingly aggressive intent once again, yet her demeanour changed suddenly, and she apologized quite formally to him, which of course Kiraku relished in. After explaining the reasoning behind her “attack”, it all made sense of course. To be excepted that the average shinobi is taken aback by the Sharingan. “Apology accepted, no worries.” He said as if he did not do anything wrong. “This is no fakery, You are in the presence of the mightiest and most sought after dojutsu in Sunakagure and the shinobi lands beyond. This is...” he let a dramatic pause fall in, cause why not. “The Sharingan.” As he said it, he drew himself to full height and puffed his chest. Few could compete with Kiraku when it comes to twisting basic facts into externality lies to toot one’s horn exponentially. The boy seemed to be glaring at him with slight malice but Kiraku was immersed too much in himself currently to really care.

Ichirou's problem with this situation was completely because his instincts were telling him two different things. This boy was either bluffing or the real deal. However, the other side of his attitude. That led him to believe that it was the case of 'hey look i'm good but not really' type personality. That's what he was led to believe from the small amount of time he's spent in this situation, he just knew that this 'shar-gan' user.

"Shar-gan is a tool; you act as though it's worth taking about."

He knew, based on many things, that tools are to be used and not talked about. He basically only knew zingers and how to say them, which made him seem only slightly more educated than he actually was. Of course, he wasn't moving forward to actually follow through with those big words, and was still avoiding his eyes to avoid an actual challenge.

While what he said sounded like a challenge, it most certainly wasn't.

This is no fakery, You are in the presence of the mightiest and most sou-
Suzu rolled her eyes.
-ght after dojutsu in Suna-

Suzu interrupted. "Yeah ok whatever, but what's it CALLED? What's it DO? Can you like, see through walls? Oh my god, can you see through my clothes???" Suzu covered up her chest.

Her stance shifted a little back and away from Kiraku, simultaneously towards Ichirou. Not on purpose, mind you. Ichirou just happened to be there, and this just happened to be a comfortable standing pose for her. Of course if Ichirou would read it as such is something only one person knows!

Annoyed at the interruption; Kiraku never the less continued. “It is the mighty Sharingan. Nothing can hold it’s secrets under its gaze” he said ominously. It was a blatant lie but maybe by lying hard enough, it could become true. Seeing as both of them seemed to be ignorant what the Sharingan truly did at this stage, he double-down on his tale. He finally turned his gaze towards the man, staring him dead in the eye. “A Kunai is a tool. A sword is a tool. The Sharingan is no mundane item that any Shinobi can handle.” He continued, doing a power-move with little to back it up. “Wars have been turned with a single gaze of it’s crimson.” He said with confidence that made him believe it himself. It was at this moment that he started realizing what toll it was taking on his chakra system to keep the unrefined Sharingan active. Shrugging it off, he continued his powertrip.