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 Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 5:10 pm
"Depends on what you're trying to sell, old man." Craig snapped back, face slightly turned down into a frown, dark eyes watching Coren. He ran a hand under his chullo hat, messing up his black hair before pulling the hat back down snugly over his head.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 5:12 pm
(Oh sorry I didn't notice you didn't have your katana on... Uhhh... k...)
Coren turned back,"Craig. You may find training from Sosay. I will not train you. I will not deal with your attitude." Coren then held out his hand to Ken, wanting the weapon."Does this blade hold any value to you?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 5:20 pm
"Che, what, the annoying chick with the big nose." Craig spoke, one hand holding the scroll of clan jutsu as he kept his other hand hidden snug in his jean's pocket.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 5:20 pm
"Not particularly, no." Ken said, sliding the sword out of its wooden sheath. He spun it lazily a few times, then flipped it over in his hands, taking it by the flat of the blade and handing the handle to Coren.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 5:22 pm
"Know what, I just don't care anymore." Coren shook his head,"All I was going to do was make you worth something, but oh well.... I don't ever want to see you again. You have twenty minutes. Next time I'll kill you." Coren hated to do this but he was completely fed up with the little b*****d running his mouth.
Coren took the blade from Ken,"Good...." Without warning Coren grabbed the steel and with little effort snapped the blade in half. "Now...", Coren pulled out some weights for the child," attaches these to your arms... and these to your legs... and these are chest weights.... Good! We work with these before your ever going to touch a sword."
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 5:27 pm
Craig didn't have to be told twice, still holding a grudge but not wanting anymore of Coren's wrath. The Gin'iro clan member turned on his heel, making his slow trudge to the other side of the feild. "Like I actually want this." He grumbled, hold on the scroll tightening slightly at the memory of his parents. "Bastards..."
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 5:31 pm
"Christ Almighty." Ken said, shaking his head and holding the weights.
"The hell was the point of that then? If you wanted to show off your strength, why didn't you just snap a kunai in half, instead of my sword? Now I'll need to forge a new one." he said, sighing. It didn't hold emotional value, but it was still his sword...and he didn't particularly like people breaking his stuff, when it wasn't needed.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 5:33 pm
Coren just smiled,"Shush. You don't deserve a sword yet. Now... move." Coren put his fists up in a boxing stance and threw a punch towards Ken's head.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 5:37 pm
Thinking on his feet, figuratively and literally as he was standing, Ken lifted one of the weights in his hands to deflect Coren's punch.
"Can I get you to forge it for me, seeing as you snapped it?" he asked casually.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 5:39 pm
The force of Coren's strike sent the young ninja stumbling backwards and landing flat on his a**. Coren then produced another set of arm weights for Ken,"Replace that weight... I felt it shatter. Oh Your hand might be a bit sore too, rub this on it." Coren tossed the young student some ointment and bandages.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 5:44 pm
"Not exactly, but I thank you for your concerns." Ken said. His hand was tingling...a little. The weight had spread most of the blow away from his hand, and very little, if any, energy had transferred there.
He took the medical supplies and stuck them inside an inside pocket of his jacket, then picked up the weight and underhand tossed it to Coren. "Your weight, you've got the new ones." he said, working on getting the others on.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 5:51 pm
Coren appeared next to the student, bending his arm around backwards and twisting it in such a fashion he could break it with a twitch."I told you to change the weights...." Coren applied a bit of pressure to cause pain to surge through the little kid,"If you train with broken weights you'll libel to end up getting your weight distribution wrong... and that will kill you down the road.... Or should I just kill you now?" Coren really wasn't in the mood for the crap he kept getting from students trying to be big shots.
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