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Not even nodding his head, the Pokemon did as requested and started to throw two knives at a time. One would usually come from one direction, and another would come from an alternate direction.

When the first set of knives flew at her, she managed to dodge one, but her uniform got sliced around the torso by the second kunai. Yet her movement sent her landing near a pile of already thrown weapons. Picking up her choice weapon, she then returned her glance to the Mewtwo to find it had already thrown two more knives. This time, rather than try to dodge them both, she ran to dodge only one, and ran straight for the knife's partner. With her own kunai, the girl blocked the second knife.

The training continued this way for a while, until one more mental command was given.

You have 30 seconds to end this battle.

For a moment, the Mewtwo paused and seemed to look away in the direction of the invisible Mew. He nodded his head, then turned back to his master. The Pokemon lifted a several kunai and all at once, threw them at the Rocket. However, this was only to serve as a distraction.

Kunai had fought with this Pokemon several times, so even though she attempted to dodge the knives for the sole purpose of surviving, she was a bit wary as to what the Mewtwo was doing. However, even with her eyes fixed on the Pokemon, he almost seemed to disappear.

Prototype2 had simply teleported, disappearing from in front of the Rocket, and reappearing behind her, his hand held out behind her neck as if he was going to attack. From this position, he stopped all of the weapons mid-air.

In a calm voice, the girl stated "Training exercise, Duel, over." She might have been done for the moment, however, Kunai had other plans for the Mewtwo.

((P2 is a selective mute, which means he'd need to feel comfortable first. However, if questions were somehow directed towards him, he might actually give nods >.> ))

The pink-haired girl's attention was stolen away from her Pokemon and redirected to the intrusion to the training. Her green eyes narrowed and seemed to glare daggers in the girl's direction. In contrast to her detached tone she'd been using the whole time, it seemed her anger got the best of her. "So, do you enjoy trying to kill yourself?! You realize that getting yourself killed or even drastically injured in the training facility will raise the company insurance drastically." No, it wasn't concern for the girl's safety, but rather for the finances of the institute that had set her off. Kunai already knew that dying on the duty was highly acceptable.

By this point in time, the girl was now making her way back to the seating area, almost looking as if she was about to hunt down the kid and make her pay for what she did. However, being about business, she merely just passed the younger Rocket and sat down where her computer had been waiting for her. And it almost seemed like within a blink of an eye, the pink-haired Rocket seemed to resume her colder persona.

"Training exercise, strength enhancement."

During this whole rise and cooling of emotion, the Mewtwo remained in the arena, hoovering slightly over the ground. He hadn't reacted even in the slightest, but instead had his eye looking into the small screen. Only once the command had been given did the Mewtwo start to clean up the mess that was upon the field. The knives weren't going to pick themselves up (despite the fact they looked like they were).

((Nope... he doesn't vocalize his thoughts through telepathy either.))

So far, there wasn't much information on the screen, since the computer was just booting up. However, Zinnia's presence was easily noticed. Kunai, knowing that her information typically was considered classified. With a swift motion, she took her hand and closed the laptop shut.

"Classified information." Her eyes once more seemed to grow more angry.

The Mewtwo set down the knives along the edge of the battlefield, then began to look around for something. As he looked around, he felt something press upon his mind. However, despite the being seeming to request for permission quite politely, Prototype2 did not respond. In fact, it didn't seem like he cared if someone used telepathy to speak to him. However, his own thoughts were very heavily protected.

His green eyes did happen to locate something which he needed for his training. Closing his eyes, he drew a spare sheet of metal that was leaning against wall for some reason or another towards him.

Kunai's expression went back to serious and cold quite quickly. She pointed to her Pokemon-tool on the field. "That is my only partner." She could go further into depth about her missions and how she'd been there much longer than this little girl could ever realize, but again, it was classified information.

She still waited for the girl to turn away, but she added a simple "You need to earn the title of being a Rocket. You might have the uniform, but that doesn't mean a thing if you cannot stand on your own two feet."

The green Pokemon lifted the sheet of metal into the air and held it there firmly. He heard the question, but gave no answer in words. His answer was a vague glance over to the one he had just been battling.

Lifting his hand up, he looked as if he was going to attack straight ahead of him. His hand started to glow slightly of blue. And the hand was aimed directly at the metal in front of him in the air.

Prototype2 charged up an Aura Sphere attack, but as the notion of him "caring" for this human, he couldn't help but turn his face away. Of course, he couldn't help but look at the monitor over his eye at the same time. It was then that he released the first of his volley of attacks. The blue glowing orb sped towards the sheet of metal, and upon impact exploded. The end result was a noticeable dent in the metal.

Kunai had no reaction for the explosion. In fact, she was quite adjusted to this style of training. "And do tell, did you steal that Mew? Or did you capture that Mew?" She already knew the status of the situation, seeing as she had completed a round of training with this Rocket-child. There was not even a single pokeball on her belt. And loyalty wasn't something a true Rocket depended on.

The elder of the two young Rockets asked yet another question: "What happens when they get bored of 'joining' you?" Kunai was feeling a bit irritable now, seeing as this girl not only jumped in foolishly into a training session that was well under control, but she was preventing her from getting important work done. Unlike those who were able to act the part of a Rocket full-time, Kunai had to pretend to be a normal girl half the time, which meant less time for her to work on even the most basic of tasks.

There would be no answer to this question. Instead, several more Aura Spheres shot towards the sheet of metal. Once more, he glanced to the screen over his eye and noted mentally how his master's heart-rate was increasing. Nothing unusual or perilous to both of their lives.

The sheet of metal, in the mean time, was hit by several explosions of energy, each one denting the metal, until on the final blast, the sheet of metal snapped in half.

Once more, Zinnia would receive an answer she'd probably dislike: "That's classified information." Had it been a Pokemon like the Shuppet she was using when "in character," it would not have been considered classified. In fact, more than likely, the character Mindi would be pleased to let others know where she got her Pokemon. Her fingers tapped in an irritated fashion against the edge of the laptop, seeing as she still wasn't getting a chance to work on her data entry.

Now holding two partial sheets of metal, the Mewtwo spread them out in two different directions and lifted up his second hand. Much like earlier, he began to shoot several blue glowing orbs of energy into the metal targets. Much like earlier, the metal dented under the explosive impact until these pieces snapped. However, this time it wasn't as clean, and many shards of metal were held in place.

It was hard to find good training tools these days.