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Tsurai groaned. "No, all the schools kept going on. I just never went."
He turned again and started walking once more.
"My parents taught me a lot of math when I was little, and that was it. I never went to school. Too busy with..." How to describe it?
Tsurai didn't want to go into a big speel about past s**t.
"... The family business." He decided was a good way.
"Chores, I mean. Lots and lots of them. School only got in the way."

He scratched his head, then shook it and shuddered. Bad memories.
"You got a knife on you? This hair is really bothering me..."

Tsurai walked over to Isiah and kneeled down over the duffel.

"I dunno. Just give it to me and I'l chop whatever comes off."

He took the blad ein his left hand.

"Yeah, right. My head's shaped fine, thanks."

Tsurai backed up a little, and put the knife in his right hand. He was right-handed, afterall. Tsurai didn't have much of a grip but he figured it'd be good enough.

Taking his left hand, he reached back and grabbed his hair in a ponytail fashion. Then, he carefully, painfully brought his right hand back, underneath his left hand.
Anyone could tell that merely having his right arm back in that position was very painful for him, but Tsurai, despite his arm beginning to shake in reprimandment, was going to be stubborn about it.

He let his hand go, and, like a spring, the knife went through his hair and in an arc, straight to the ground where the boy let go of the weapon.

He looked at the big chunk of brown hair in his left hand, then tossed it in the air.

As if he were holding back a cough, he rushed out the words, "Okay I'm done," and held his arm to his chest as he shook, now paying for what he knew he shouldn't have tried anyway.

Now, it suddenly began to make sense. "Guess I'm," he struggled, "an Oak tree, huh?"
He pretty much doubled over after that and gave a quiet hiss.

Even though nothing had popped out of place, it still hurt to have Isiah poking at it.
"Ungh..." He closed his eyes tightly. "Stop. That hurts," he growled.
It shouldn't be lasting this long. It should be one quick punch of pain and then fading away. Maybe he pulled a tendon...

"Besides, you're supposed to keep using it if it's only sore... Or else it'll get stiff, right? Or maybe they just made that up..." He hissed. One could only guess who 'they' was.
"Something's wrong. It shouldn't hurt this bad...!" Tsurai called out and let go of his right arm, physically doubling over this time while he involuntarily stiffened all his muscles, causing him more suffering.

Maybe the pain was combining itself with something else, but that didn't make any sense.

"exer-what?" Tsurrai cried.

Even if it was a pulled tendon, which it probably was, it shouldn't hurt that badly. Tsurai had pulled tendons before- never in his shoulder, though.
Maybe it was. He didn't know every kind of pain on the planet.

"Ugh... Speak in english, will you?" he hissed through clenched teeth.

Tsurai had to get up. He was only making it worse, crunching like this. Whatever "it" was.

The eighteen year old managed to get to his feet, but was still hunched over and panting, which was not what he wanted. He needed to stand up straight, but Tsurai wasn't sure he could do that right now.

"Ahh... No... Wait..!" But Isiah knew better than that and now Tsurai, after some random vertebrea popped and his muscles loosened up, was standing up straight and very dizzy.

Lightheaded, and dizzy. But most of the pain was fading away. Thank God.
Now he was just sore. He didn't want to fall over, so he leaned heavily on Isiah for a while until the noise in his ears went away. Which would only take a few seconds.

"... Ow..." Tsurai moaned.

"I'm not working myself hard at all. This is me taking it easy."
He stood up on his own, shaking his head a bit.

"If I was working hard, I wouldn't even be sitting here complaining about how bad it feels. I'd just be doing."