Garbage Pail Kid
Mad Without Power
PlusUltra LadyOfStars AtlannianSpy
Yuuki took more stock of the shop's details than Sensaina did and found that indeed everything was almost purposeful in it's generic presentation. The store carried nothing noteworthy on it's shelves, and even it's lights were like every midway local grocer this side of the district. What Yuuki picked on walking through it, however, was that everything on the shelves, counters, and cashier desk, was aligned in perfect symmetry. It would take days of meticulous work to keep everything so even, without a speck of dust? It's owner was certainly a mystery.
Sensaina found the entrance to the basement, and both him and Yuuki found a most unusual training ground where they saw two people fighting farther out, surrounded by a library of an arena. Their suppression and distance kept them under the radar as Lei and Kotori continued to practice. Their approach could reach a certain distance before Sensaina could feel the intensity of Lei's pressure and knew any closer and they'd be detected by his savant gaze. Sensaina recognizes his captain of old, completely different and yet changed so little. The scene becoming much clearer to them now as they overlooked the scene from a mountain of old Britannica's. They weren't fighting for real, lest this whole place be torn to shread. It seemed as though he were training a potential up 'n' comer, acting as a buffer for her to learn the basics of spiritual energy.
Lei' gaze was focused on Kotori at the moment as she braved the gauntlet of unrelenting attacks that whirled around him like a tornado. Asagiri-Shibuya allowed him great range and control of the battlefield had been the folly of many foolish hollow who thought they were faster. Lei respected her determination as she pushed through the pain and kept trying; Both the unseen watchers and Kotori seeing as he started to involve his feet and roll Shibuya across his thighs and now the staff swept upwards ever few rotations or so, completely mixing up his technique and spiritual pressure. He hadn't lost his touch and continued to train himself everyday, how else could he train prodigies like this one? She may not have noticed outright, but any most other fighters would have been caved by several of those bo strikes. Those bruises were going to be a pain in the morning. He took a pause, and snapped the staff firm and planted it into the ground next to him.
"Learning fast, and now you will most certainly be able to contend with any bottom feeders, but if you intend for your body to be your weapon...then you must hone it to the finest edge and hone your spirit finer still. My eyes show me far too much, a future I must prepare for, but cannot face. It is why I want instill in you the will to face what I cannot. There will be a time where you must make a choice, and I want to make you ready for it. Shall we take a break or would you like to continue? I sense some old friends and new foes alike brewing out there and the best kind of training is in the field"