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Jakiro sighed, as the last piece connected with the blade, creating an exact replica of the original form of the weapon, except that it was seperated into tiny pieces, that now sat together, awaitng the merging. "Im just about to start, Kuroshika-kun, You mind applying chakra onto the blade?". The boy looked down onto the scimitar, this was a rather easy job. He took out a kunai, and slashed his index finger, letting a few drops of blood drip out. He then placed it onto the middle of he broken weapon, charting a strange seal, which was the seal of connecting. With that, he swiftly retracted the current kunai, and began to wait for Kuro. His attendance was a nessesity, he could not do this without a partner, simply because he does not have three hands. He needed his two to repair the damage, and he needed one more to provide a source of chakra. He was kind of anxious, this weapon had an interesting feeling about it....A strage feeling of power...
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Honehime looked up from her careful positioning of the gourd, to see that the owner of it had come closer. She felt a little embarrassed when Sakazuki commented how if she could handle the gourd so easily, then taijutsu techniques wouldn't likely give her trouble. She supposed that had more to do with her heritage than anything. As a Kaguya, a large portion of their techniques dealt with hand to hand combat, so it wouldn't seem all that unlikely to believe that they were able to proceed in a manner that would fit with that without too much trouble. Not to say that the strength came naturally; it didn't. But simply that they could turn the same amount of physical training that someone else did, and gain that little bit more in terms of progress. "I wouldn't say with ease, it is heavy..."
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Lieselotte had returned to working on the herbs and other vegetable life they would be using, but continued to check on her surroundings as she did so. It was because of that that she now found herself staring at the busty cow girl incredulously. She had caught on just a little bit faster than Shuku, but did Mei really mean to put her own milk into their meal? She was pretty sure it wouldn't make any of them sick, but it seemed an awfully personal thing to offer up so glibly, and to a mixed group, too. What was it about this group that was causing such acts of questionable tastes to happen so regularly? Was it something in this forest, some poison or something else in the air that was affecting them? Or was it something more similar, had some unseen enemy targetted them with such nefarious wiles?
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Mei blushed when Shuku asked her where she would get the milk. Before answering, she folded her arms under her chest, in a self-conscious gesture. Of course, it also had the unintentional effect of making her already overly generous chest jut out even more. She remained like that, feeling even more nervous and embarrassed as Shuku finally seemed to figure out just where the milk would come from. It was with a huge sensation of relief when Shuku finally acquiesced, saying that she could. When Shuku asked if she would need some help, two thoughts warred within her mind. The enjoyable time spent when she'd basically kidnapped Sakazuki earlier for just such a purpose, and her own sense of modesty. In the end, modesty won out, so she simply shook her head. It would be easier, and likely more fun, to have someone help, but judging by her last session, she would likely get very worked up, and she was too hungry to went to jeopardize delaying their meal any more than was absolutely necessary. "Umm, no, I better, um, take care of it myself..." She looked up and looked around, unable or perhaps just unwilling to meet Shuku's gaze. Only to meet Sakazuki's, instead. More memories of the private time the two of them had shared ran through her mind, and she blushed deeply. Why did she already regret saying she'd handle the task herself?
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Rokuo had finally arrived at the academy. He looked at it with determination and excitement. Today he could finally put his body to the test and see what he was made of. Then again he was planning to push his body to its limit these next few days no matter what anyone told him. Soon he looked around and smiled at the teacher. "Can I get a big favor from you Sensei?" Rokuo asked his teacher with a big smile on his face. "Maybe. Tell me what it is first because I may not have time to complete this favor for you." The teacher said with a smile in return. "I need some; weights to run with and also lift with, some shuriken and kunai to practice throwing, and a promise from you that says we’ll train together tomorrow after my self training.” Rokuo said with a confident smile upon his face. The teacher was almost shocked by the things he was going to need. ”Well, I guess if that’s what you really need then I have no problem with that. As for the training tomorrow, that too won’t be an issue. As long as you meet me later in the day because I’ll be helping other students at the time. Sound good?” The teacher asked Rokuo as he sat on top of his desk. ”What time exactly though? Like lunch, two o’ clock, three o’ clock, or if you want to have some resting time I’m willing to wait to train at eight o’ clock or sometime around then.” Rokuo said as he started to calm down a bit from the conversation being carried on. ”The eight o’ clock sounds great to me. That allows me to grab something to eat and then help you out. You might even help me drain some energy out to get a good night sleep.” The teacher said as he gave off a small shrug of his shoulders. ”So can we go get the stuff now? I hate to waste time in chat. I much rather train and become stronger or smarter, which ever comes first.” Rokuo said as he jogged to the door quickly. ”If anything you need more patience.” The teacher said as he started to chuckle while walking through the door. ”What’s that?” Rokuo asked as they left for the equipment room…

Within a few minutes Rokuo had gotten what he needed. The weights ended up being the shuriken and kunai that he asked for. They were wrapped in two bags onto separate ends of a thick staff. The teacher put it onto Rokuo’s back. The weight almost made his knees buckle under him. ”Didn’t expect them to be that heavy. Oh well, just a better work out I suppose.” Rokuo said smiling as he started to jog away from the teacher. ”Rokuo heads up!” The teacher yelled at the student hoping he would notice what was about to happen. Sadly Rokuo had ended up leveled out on the floor. The staff had hit the door way and sent Rokuo to the ground. He groaned a bit, but soon enough he got up and picked the staff up. He continued to groan as he slowly walked side ways through the doorway.

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Rokuo jogged and jogged until he had sadly tripped over a rock. With the luck of physics on his side he landed flat on his chest, the bags of weapons landed first, and the weight on the staff was gone before it landed on Rokuo's back. His eyes were shut tight from the slam. Moving the staff off of him he opened his eyes to see that he was in a decent spot to train. There were several trees and such that he could practice with.

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Honehime nodded at what Sakazuki told her, it made sense. Too often, people tended to specialize in only one particular avenue of attack. Whether it be poisons, long range warfare, ninjutsu, or something completely different. What they often forgot was that their opponent would sometimes have a way to be rendered immune to that one particular field of attack. So diversity was in order. She herself was mostly taught close-combat techniques, of course, but even so, she knew how to fight at range, and several other techniques beside. It seemed Sakazuki had arrived at that same truth, strengthening her body, to complement her own strength. Namely that of magic spells. Now, Honehime hadn't had a huge exposure to magic, but she did already know of it's existence, so she didn't have any trouble believing Sakazuki. Instead, she just nodded and began moving the gourd back a distance from the fire, returning the cap before setting it on it's side with a muffled splash.
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Lieselotte tried not to follow Shuku and Mei's conversation too closely, but even so, snippets of it continued to burrow their way into her ears, making her listen to the things the two were saying. Her cheeks tinged pink, not nearly as furious a sahde as Shuku's, but enough to be clearly visible. She remembered those blissful days when she lived on her own, save Elfriede. Nobody to make innuendo-laden comments, nobody to embarrass her, nothing. Just peaceful quiet and solitude. Even then,t hough, she had to admit, aside from the general air of perversion, socializing with others wasn't that unpleasant. Since Shuku seemed enmeshed in what was likely a tawdry little daydream, Lieselotte shrugged and slowly began putting some of the herbs into the water, to let their flavor seep in as it reached a boil.
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Mei's cheeks were still flushed from everything that was happening. Seeing Shuku stare at her only made the feelings stronger, and she was heavily tempted to change her mind, to ask Shuku to help her after all. Indecision flickered across her face, and she shuffled in place a little, nervously digging the tip of one foot slightly into the ground underneath her. That shuffling, of course, caused certain movements throughout the rest of her body, movements that would be very likely to be noticed by Shuku and anyone else who happened to look at her. "Umm..." She tried to broach the subject again, but she couldn't, her tongue seemed to tangle itself inside of her mouth. She returned her gaze to Shuku, but something in the older woman's gaze caused her to squeak softly, before tightening her grip on her arms. Unfortunately sending yet another shudder throughout her body. As her anxiousness rose to still-higher levels, she felt an unfortunately all-too familiar haze begin to tinge the edges of her vision. This was the same as what she'd felt when she had dragged Sakazuki off before. Was it happening again, already?! She flet her pulse quicken, and began to stare at Shuku, with a gaze that was likely very similar to the one Shuku was sending her. Even now, she was already imagining what Shuku's hands might feel like, if they were soft like Sakazuki's. A low, barely audible 'moo' escaped her lips as she shook her head slowly, her ears flapping lightly as her tail swung energetically behind her. Tunnel vision was setting in, soon she didn't know if she'd have any self control left whatsoever. If she was in a more controlled state of mind, she might have wondered if Sakazuki would recognize what was happening to her, and if she would do anything to intercede. Either to calm them down, or to offer to lend a hand once more. Or rather, lend two hands.
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Rokuo looked around and somewhat felt like he was being watched. He quickly shrugged it off and rolled his neck and readied his body for some more training. Within a few minutes he had all of the projectiles set up and had marked several areas on multiples trees. Some high from him climbing up there himself since he didn't fully understand how to control his chakra at the time. He had also added a few in some odd spots that would be a challenge to get.

He gave off a deep breathe before he started his target practicing. When he was ready he looked up and held a kunai in each hand. The other projectiles were on the ground or in his pouch. He quickly threw the kunai that was in his right hand at a high target and hit it dead on. He then threw the left one as he grabbed another with his right. The second target had been missed by an inch. He dove to the right as he threw his third weapon, which had ended up pretty close to getting a bulls eye. This was then followed up by several more rolls, flips, and twists. In the end Rokuo found that he had hit pretty close to the bulls eye for the most part. He had completely missed 3 out of the 20 he made.

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