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Matsuya bit his lip in anger. "Ayame. Never call yourself useless! If it wasn't for you, would I be alive? No. You came to the training facility after I got done with this.." He held up the hand with the horned ring on it. "And you saved me. I could have died there if you hadnt. From what the nurses and you told me, I had a shattered leg, multiple deep stab wounds, and a broken hand. You did what you could for me, and that's all I could have ever asked of you. But you saved my life! Your not useless! People have been both a fighter and a medic! You can be something, if you just try at it!" Matsuya cursed under his breath as he finished. "Tell me something Ayame. Why did you become a shinobi?" Matsuya truely wanted an answer to that question. He had a plan to make her feel better about herself, but she had to cooperate.

Matsuya smirked. "That's it? You think your in the way? Well, you're not. This isn't where you grew up. I don't think you're in the way. You've never been anything but helpfull. I can help you become better if you want. But you have to cooperate. I can teach you all the jutsu I know. I can teach you to be one with your blade. I can teach you the way to move like the Seven do. But that's all up to you." Matsuya flickered out of existence, reapearing behind her. His hand rested on her shoulder. "It's up to you."

Matsuya sighed. "Your difficult, you know that?" He took his hand off her shoulder. "To be honest, I dont like fighting anymore than you do. I despise violence. But I don't fight for things I dont believe in. And that's what we all do, isn't it? We fight for our village. We fight for those we care about. And most of all, I think, we fight for love. We fight so that one day we can find that someone who we could never fight." Matsuya's eyes were on the sun. He was speaking his mind for the first time in a while. "Don't you agree?"

Matsuya laughed. "And that is called rivalry. It's human instinct. All of us want to be the best at what we do. That doesn't change in the life of a shinobi. We fight to be better than our opponents, thats all we can do. If we die fighting, then we die a hero. At least that's the way I see it." Matsuya sighed, moving his hand through his hair.

Matsuya smirked. "Rivalry is what makes me push on. I need to get better and better. I don't compare myself to Zabuza anymore. But, rather, I aspire to be better than our old friend Zane. If I can outmatch him, I can outmatch almost anyone. But Im no where near being able to do that." Matsuya yawned a little. "We need to start your training. You can start your medical jutsu if you wish. I'm going to send one of my friends to get the scrolls from the prarie for me."

Matsuya nodded. He bit the tip of his finger, allowing a little bit of blood to drip out. He pushed it to the ground. A puff of smoke appeared. As the smoke cleared, coughing could be heard. "Stop doing that!" Jima was standing where the smoke had been. Matsuya smirked, looking down at him. "Can't help it. It just happens everytime." Jima looked at him angriley. "What Mat-san? I was in the middle of a nice gourd of sake. And I was just settling down." Matsuya scoffed. "From what?! You dont work, you just drink. Anyways, go to the Bloody Prarie and get me the three scrolls I left there. They should be by a pool of my blood. So it shouldn't be hard for you to find." Jima nodded somberly. "Ok Mat-san. But you have to promise to let me hang out afterwards." Matsuya laughed a little. "I'll think about it." Jima jumped onto the roof and jumped away towards the prarie.

Jima jumped back onto the roof near Matsuya. "Here." He tossed the scrolls to Matsuya. Matsuya caught them all. "Thank you." Jima jumped down from the roof. "So do I get to stay Mat-san?" Matsuya smirked. "Not this time. Have you forgotten who's inside?" Jima looked at his small feet nervously. "No. I just get bored and wanted to.. hang out." Matsuya smiled, dropping to Jima's level. "Jima, you can hang out with me anytime when Im on a mission or something. But when Im at home, I need time to rest. I need to start sharpening my blades, too. I promise you, when I get done with this, I'm heading to Sunagakure. You can come with me. As long as you behave." Jima nodded. "Ok. Just call me when you leave." Another puff of smoke appeared as Jima dissapeared. Matsuya stood up. "Well, that's one thing taken care of." He walked into his practice room, which was right next to the pond. He sat on the floor and looked at Ayame. "You can come in here, if you want." He looked at his things, sitting outside. He did a few handsigns. His hand magnetized with electric chakra, he levitated the items towards him. He let them rest next to him. He took Shinsou out of its sheath, inspecting the wakazashi's blade.

Matsuya smirked. "I'm correct when I say that your only on the second stage of the taijutsu training, correct? Well, we're learning that first. I need you strong enough to fight, even if we don't like it." Matsuya stood up. "Draw your blade and attack me. That's all for now. I wont use my weapons, just my hands." He undid the belt with his katanas on it. He threw them ontop of the pile of his things. He balanced his feet. "Come on." His hands moved to a stance at which he could most likely block her. He was faster by far, but he was going to go easier on her for a while.