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[SO HERE THEY ARE at long last, ready to get started on some super necessary how-to-stab-a-man training!
The dojo itself is cleared out today; Kashuu requested a time it was usually closed, to ensure they could practice without any interference. Also, since Daisuke can apparently just jump off of buildings, he figured having more room would be much wiser than not having enough. Just in case. No one wants to deal with someone accidentally jettisoning themselves through a wall or window or something.
Kashuu is standing in front of the rows of shinai and bokuto, one already in hand. His bokuto bag is leaning up against the wall for now, since it contains his real blade instead of an actual wooden sword.]
So! How much of the basics do you already know?
The dojo itself is cleared out today; Kashuu requested a time it was usually closed, to ensure they could practice without any interference. Also, since Daisuke can apparently just jump off of buildings, he figured having more room would be much wiser than not having enough. Just in case. No one wants to deal with someone accidentally jettisoning themselves through a wall or window or something.
Kashuu is standing in front of the rows of shinai and bokuto, one already in hand. His bokuto bag is leaning up against the wall for now, since it contains his real blade instead of an actual wooden sword.]
So! How much of the basics do you already know?
So if you didn't actually buy this yourself--
[ let naegi take a second to piece the things together... ]
Ahh-- then I had the completely wrong idea!
[ naegi dramatically raises his arms because he realizes his mistake, holy shit, and the wig goes flying out of his hand... and onto daisuke's head ]
[ let naegi take a second to piece the things together... ]
Ahh-- then I had the completely wrong idea!
[ naegi dramatically raises his arms because he realizes his mistake, holy shit, and the wig goes flying out of his hand... and onto daisuke's head ]
[ Daisuke was really grateful that Kashuu took the time to clear out the dojo for his lesson. To show his gratitude, he planned on taking the lessons very seriously and pay attention whenever he could so that the time invested in the lessons feel worth it. Daisuke is swordless for the time being as he stands there. ]
I learned basic footwork from watching videos... And a little bit about how to swing one. I practiced with a thick tree branch, so holding an actual wooden sword might get some time to get used to... That's okay, right?
I learned basic footwork from watching videos... And a little bit about how to swing one. I practiced with a thick tree branch, so holding an actual wooden sword might get some time to get used to... That's okay, right?
What did you even--
[ Ack. There goes the wig on his head. It's an awful amount of hair all over his face, so he tries to untangle it and get it off his head. ]
What idea were you thinking?!
[ Ack. There goes the wig on his head. It's an awful amount of hair all over his face, so he tries to untangle it and get it off his head. ]
What idea were you thinking?!
[ holy shit...................... now it's naegi in the spotlight. let him fucking live ]
A-Ah, w-well, you-- you know!
[ don't make him say it. he's just kind of flapping his hands right now ]
A-Ah, w-well, you-- you know!
[ don't make him say it. he's just kind of flapping his hands right now ]
Totally okay, yeah. Everyone learns at their own pace, so just take your time to adjust and figure out how to make things work for you, okay?
[Though speaking of actual swords and all, it's probably best to match him up with one that suits him. Stepping away from the wall, he gestures to the side with bokuto.]
We're gonna start out with these guys. They're heavier than shinai, but they also match the weight of a real sword a little better. C'mere and try a few out, see how much weight you think feels comfortable.
[Though speaking of actual swords and all, it's probably best to match him up with one that suits him. Stepping away from the wall, he gestures to the side with bokuto.]
We're gonna start out with these guys. They're heavier than shinai, but they also match the weight of a real sword a little better. C'mere and try a few out, see how much weight you think feels comfortable.
You know, I...
[ Breathe in. Breathe out. ]
I might have done some disguises and stuff as a phantom thief or whatever, but I definitely wouldn't have dressed up as a girl!
[ . . . ]
Willingly.
[ Breathe in. Breathe out. ]
I might have done some disguises and stuff as a phantom thief or whatever, but I definitely wouldn't have dressed up as a girl!
[ . . . ]
Willingly.
Do they all weigh the same?
[ Some of the designs look a bit different than the others, but Daisuke will hold one properly after some thinking. It does feel heavier than what he's used to, but he'll probably get used to it eventually. ]
Or do I just choose whichever one because that doesn't matter...?
[ Some of the designs look a bit different than the others, but Daisuke will hold one properly after some thinking. It does feel heavier than what he's used to, but he'll probably get used to it eventually. ]
Or do I just choose whichever one because that doesn't matter...?
Some do! Some have a little bit of difference in the length, though. Even a tiiiny bit can change the way it sits in your hands and how it feels when you swing it. See?
[He'll pluck one that's a little bit shorter from the wall, holding it out for Daisuke to measure and compare the weights and hand-feel.]
[He'll pluck one that's a little bit shorter from the wall, holding it out for Daisuke to measure and compare the weights and hand-feel.]
I-- I see...
[ god, this is really awkward now... he should apologize... ]
Sorry for getting the wrong idea... Uh, my point still stands though, that I'll always support you regardless of anything.
[ god, this is really awkward now... he should apologize... ]
Sorry for getting the wrong idea... Uh, my point still stands though, that I'll always support you regardless of anything.
[ it's the weekend! and they're both free! which is a good thing because naegi absolutely deserves a break from the hell that is called working three jobs and also doing full-time school. naegi is going to die next month but ANYWAY he's sitting at their nice oak dining table with daisuke and he has his sketchbook out. some of his art supplies are on the table as well, some paints, pencils, markers, whatnots, and naegi looks at daisuke with a smile ]
Okay, what do you want to do today?
[ what crazy art time are they going to have now ]
Okay, what do you want to do today?
[ what crazy art time are they going to have now ]
[ Daisuke takes the shorter one and tries to compare it with the one that he has in his other hand. It does feel a bit different when he thinks about it and he switches hands to test the other sword in his more dominant hand. After some more test swings, Daisuke picks the slightly shorter one. ]
This one feels a bit easier on me.
This one feels a bit easier on me.
Yeah, I know. Thanks--
[ And then, everything freezes.
His mind feels like it decided to travel to a different universe--he recalls this feeling well--he's remembering something. He remembers Riku putting the wig on his head, them getting into ~the mood~ that the current Daisuke vaguely thinks it weird as hell, they start to lean in to kiss, but then... but then...
He ditches.
The emotional roller coaster has left Daisuke paralyzed with utter embarrassment as he is brought back to reality, looking lost and confused with a deep shade of red over his face. ]
A-Ahh...
[ It's a small, defeated groan that sounds like it wants to scream out all of its frustrations as Daisuke covers his face with both of his hands. ]
Oh my god...
[ And then, everything freezes.
His mind feels like it decided to travel to a different universe--he recalls this feeling well--he's remembering something. He remembers Riku putting the wig on his head, them getting into ~the mood~ that the current Daisuke vaguely thinks it weird as hell, they start to lean in to kiss, but then... but then...
He ditches.
The emotional roller coaster has left Daisuke paralyzed with utter embarrassment as he is brought back to reality, looking lost and confused with a deep shade of red over his face. ]
A-Ahh...
[ It's a small, defeated groan that sounds like it wants to scream out all of its frustrations as Daisuke covers his face with both of his hands. ]
Oh my god...
[ It's their weekend art time! Daisuke is so glad that they're doing this again. He really missed it and having some quality time with Naegi is a bonus. Daisuke also smiles back at him and he thinks of an idea that would make this session a little different than the others. ]
I'm curious... You said that Kyouko was from your memories, right? I want to see other people from your memories too! Then maybe I can guess how they're like by their appearance.
[ This is totally a "judging a book by its cover" thing, but Daisuke thinks it would be fun. ]
I'm curious... You said that Kyouko was from your memories, right? I want to see other people from your memories too! Then maybe I can guess how they're like by their appearance.
[ This is totally a "judging a book by its cover" thing, but Daisuke thinks it would be fun. ]
[CUBEnix's boss is luckily a guy who knows about Retrospec, so Minako didn't have too much to worry about, paperwork-wise. Unfortunately, she can't avoid the fact that she lost a lot of PTO.
The break room is entertaining enough that the sting of the loss is mollified for now. On one particular workday, she decides to make use of it. With the remains of her lunch on the table, Minako can be found leaning forward in her beanbag chair and facing the TVs, smashing buttons to victory.
Until the boss goes into its third form and smashes her character under its gigantic fist. She groans and flops back into the beanbag.]
Nooo...
The break room is entertaining enough that the sting of the loss is mollified for now. On one particular workday, she decides to make use of it. With the remains of her lunch on the table, Minako can be found leaning forward in her beanbag chair and facing the TVs, smashing buttons to victory.
Until the boss goes into its third form and smashes her character under its gigantic fist. She groans and flops back into the beanbag.]
Nooo...
Daisuke?
[ if daisuke didn't cut himself off the way he did, naegi would just assume that he's embarrassed because of naegi's initial impressions and thoughts about the wig (maybe everything is finally hitting him all at once and he's getting even more embarrassed) but this... this isn't that. ]
[ naegi reaches out with a hand ]
Are you okay?
[ if daisuke didn't cut himself off the way he did, naegi would just assume that he's embarrassed because of naegi's initial impressions and thoughts about the wig (maybe everything is finally hitting him all at once and he's getting even more embarrassed) but this... this isn't that. ]
[ naegi reaches out with a hand ]
Are you okay?
[ naegi is definitely down for this idea. he's been actually drawing out some of his memories and what he could remember them so he doesn't forget anything so this is something he could do ]
Sure! I want to see some people in your memories too so I'll draw you someone and you draw someone back for me?
Sure! I want to see some people in your memories too so I'll draw you someone and you draw someone back for me?
Mm, good pick.
[To him, after so many years of kendo and the returning memories of centuries and centuries of Being A Sword™, it's starting to become second nature to pick out things like that. Which type of sword fits who, how well any blade fits in someone's hand...
He nods toward the one in Daisuke's.]
We'll graduate to a live blade pretty quickly, but you'll always need to rely on your bokuto for training. It's a smart idea to develop a good working relationship with it, y'know? Know how it feels from every angle and how to move it around well, 'cause the last thing you want is someone knocking it out of your hands in the middle of a fight. That's what we're gonna start with today, okay? A little one-on-one, too.
[To him, after so many years of kendo and the returning memories of centuries and centuries of Being A Sword™, it's starting to become second nature to pick out things like that. Which type of sword fits who, how well any blade fits in someone's hand...
He nods toward the one in Daisuke's.]
We'll graduate to a live blade pretty quickly, but you'll always need to rely on your bokuto for training. It's a smart idea to develop a good working relationship with it, y'know? Know how it feels from every angle and how to move it around well, 'cause the last thing you want is someone knocking it out of your hands in the middle of a fight. That's what we're gonna start with today, okay? A little one-on-one, too.
[ Daisuke had already eaten his lunch, but he still wants a break from the gopher work he does, and he catches Minako playing a game, right when the fist crushes her character. Ouch. Daisuke smiles a little, albeit awkwardly, and approaches her. ]
One hit KO, huh...? You weren't leveled enough?
One hit KO, huh...? You weren't leveled enough?
I just remembered something horrible! [ It's an outburst of frustrated feelings as he grabs the wig and shoves it down to the mattress that he's sitting on. ]
Absolutely awful! Terrible! And other thesaurus words...! [ Though he's just mad at himself more than anything. ]
The other me ran out on a kiss!
Absolutely awful! Terrible! And other thesaurus words...! [ Though he's just mad at himself more than anything. ]
The other me ran out on a kiss!
One-on-one already?!
[ He certainly didn't expect that already, but he's not going to refuse the offer. His past life might have been full of easily stealing stuff, but he hopes that will also translate well into having a firm grip on the bokuto. ]
Ah, but wait... How do we train a grip on a sword? Is there a secret method to it?
[ He certainly didn't expect that already, but he's not going to refuse the offer. His past life might have been full of easily stealing stuff, but he hopes that will also translate well into having a firm grip on the bokuto. ]
Ah, but wait... How do we train a grip on a sword? Is there a secret method to it?
Okay then. Why don't you go first, since you said you would. And I'll work on mine a little while you work on yours.
[ That way, they don't have to waste too much in between turns. Daisuke looks excited to see people from Naegi's memories... even if it's from a supposed murder school. ]
[ That way, they don't have to waste too much in between turns. Daisuke looks excited to see people from Naegi's memories... even if it's from a supposed murder school. ]
[She blinks at him upside down, giving him a crooked smile and then sitting up properly to talk to him.]
No, he's just stupidly fast with that attack and I was too slow on dodging. I just need one or two more tries to get him. [She offers him the controller.] But if you wanted to play, you're more than welcome!
No, he's just stupidly fast with that attack and I was too slow on dodging. I just need one or two more tries to get him. [She offers him the controller.] But if you wanted to play, you're more than welcome!
[ based on daisuke's reaction, naegi can only wonder how bad it is. is it about that satoshi fellow again? was it some gun-related drama? did someone get hurt? and naegi puts a hand on daisuke's shoulder to comfort him, to show that onii-chan is here, but then daisuke tells him what the memory is and... ]
Other you did what?
[ wat ]
Other you did what?
[ wat ]
All right, give me a moment.
[ naegi thinks for a few seconds before he decides on who to draw. byakuya, kyouko, and ishida were already in recolle so drawing them from his memories wouldn't count. he doesn't really have many memories of anyone else but then he remembers sayaka and a bittersweet feeling overtakes him. the sad smile is evident on his face as he decides on her and he picks up the pencils to start doing a quick sketch of her. it'll take him about ten minutes or so before he finishes something that he's satisfied with and he turns his sketchbook over to daisuke ]
Here, I'm done.
[ it's a quick coloured sketch of maizono in the best that he coud remember her ]
[ naegi thinks for a few seconds before he decides on who to draw. byakuya, kyouko, and ishida were already in recolle so drawing them from his memories wouldn't count. he doesn't really have many memories of anyone else but then he remembers sayaka and a bittersweet feeling overtakes him. the sad smile is evident on his face as he decides on her and he picks up the pencils to start doing a quick sketch of her. it'll take him about ten minutes or so before he finishes something that he's satisfied with and he turns his sketchbook over to daisuke ]
Here, I'm done.
[ it's a quick coloured sketch of maizono in the best that he coud remember her ]
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