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Upon the sudden ejection, Cruxis expected his head to be pounding something horrible as the result of his prank, and yet he remained fairly unaffected by his return. By comparison, Notwen had suffered a massive nosebleed, and appeared exhausted, perhaps in part due to his already injured body, but Cruxis suspected that he had tried to do too much at once, and had suffered for it. Thinking on this, Cruxis had used relatively few techniques, relying mostly on a few layered illusions early in the game, followed only by two sustained techniques, both of which were fairly basic in his repertoire. His use of minimal techniques versus Notwen's all-out offensive style used against him had led in severe degrees of difference in effects had on their real bodies. In fact, minus a small soreness in his eyes, mainly from the perception change from a mindscape to reality once more, Cruxis showed no outward signs of the training.
"Giving a quick bow, Cruxis glanced to his fellow students before addressing Notwen privately with a voice of false concern. Notwen-sensei, what did you overdo? It's only been a few seconds since I started counting and nothing's happened. Are we not training mentally after all? ......Right then, I suppose I'll go train on my own... I hope you feel better soon." this last sentence he spoke aloud.
In a small way, Cruxis did not want Notwen to know the extent of what he had done, particularly after seeing the pure wrath he had used against the illusory Sorain. Had Cruxis broken out the secret of what he had done in full, he may have relieved nearly the physical beating that Notwen had targeted on a false illusion, or so he feared. Outwardly Notwen seemed a good teacher, but it was combat that made him entirely different. A degree of his level headed attitude vanished in combat, as if the Chuunin enjoyed the fight too much for his own good.
"Hey guys, since our training isn't happening, did you want to see if we can take on any work on our own?" it was time to take on an odd job and actually succeed. Considering his last two failed missions, Cruxis had understood he'd been trying to take on too much, too fast, and after his training session in Notwen's mind, his use of only what we needed without overextending himself had raised his confidence to know what could be done without overexerting himself.

Rissa gasped, her eyes flashing open as she was kicked from Notwen's mind. The medic nin closed her eyes a moment, calming down before she glanced around. She felt like she really had been dragged down through the woods and who knows what else, as she had in the mind-scape. Shuddering a bit at the memory, the girl stood, looking to the other two. Takeshi soon left, telling them to meet him at the sparring grounds.

Rissa chuckled, but stood and stretched, yawning softly before she moved towards the window as well. “Come on Cruxis, we can discuss what to do outside of the room. Let's let Sensei rest and all.” She smiled softly, before jumping out the window and heading off, working through the little soreness she had in her body.

She went at a leisurely pace, and it was a few minutes before she even got to the training grounds. Takeshi was already there, sitting and panting. One of the tree stumps looked like it was about to fall over. “You alright Takeshi...?” She asked softly, walking over to where he was with a slight, worried frown.

Rissa nodded. “Yeah... I know the feeling.” She said softly, smiling a bit. At Takeshi's question, she closed her eyes, thinking a moment. “We should probably wait for Cruxis, before we go get any kind of job or anything. That doesn't mean we can't train some more.” Her smile was sweet and meaningful. Without the other two there, she didn't feel the usual pressure she had been under, to try and choose which guy she wanted to stick with. She just couldn't choose, not yet. The young kunoichi didn't want to hurt anyone, especially her new friends and comrades.

Snapping herself to, she looked towards to Takeshi. “So, what should we work on?” She asked with a light smile, tilting her head a little to the side in question. She trusted the advice of her fellow shinobi, especially because of his skill in taijutsu.

Takeshi listened as Rissa started to speak about how they should wait on Cruxis if they were going to go on a job which made sense, but it didn't mean that they couldn't do some training. He was about to reply to her question about what they should train on when the young bard showed up spouting out a list of mission that mostly were out of their ranking. The only one that they would for sure get though was about finding a lost cat, which was fine if you wanted to burn off energy wasting time with house hold pets that would generally come back on their own. Looking over to the bard, Takeshi was wondering why he was still looking down instead of up. Ether way it made no difference since they weren't on a mission this second. "Best to start off small, work our way up by gaining the trust of those smaller clients. That's my thought anyways, what about you Rissa?" He knew that they'd get back to training later on so for the time being he'd just wait and see what these two though.

In a flash, Cruxis had finished sorting the files, putting anything C-ranked or higher on a large pile, which he incinerated without a second glance before moving through the small pile of remaining missions. Unfortunately D and E ranked missions were among the more boring tasks out there;and Cruxis sorted several of the less challenging ones aside. Mundane taks could be done during a day teamwork was not needed. Finally Cruxis found two that held a degree of challenge, "Okay, we got two that hold a decent enough challenge to make it interesting... First one is a get well soon gift for Notwen... he has abit of a tab at the Ramen shop, so I talked with the owner inquiring about deliveries today... To put it simply, there are enough piling up that we might be able to give Notwen the get well soon present of a cleared ramen tab!
Second one is some vandilization downtown at the antique store, which has been happening not only at night, but during lunch-hour when the owner is out. There's a bounty on the vandalists, so we might be able to set up a trap for them and catch them!"
Cruxis had even managed to color-code his note cards, though with what it remained uncertain, there was a large deal of slight of hand he tended to play subconsciously that tended to surface when he was on rapid paced mode. The two missions lay out in front of the trio, color coded red and teal; red for ramen, teal for thugs - an old habit of color coded based on the name; though at times his choices tended to be unusual at best, having once color coded various waiters at a resturaunt. Bernie was blue; which made sense, but that ended there. Ethen had been labeled Green, Cruxis having played off the sound of the E's, a young girl by the name of Lisa R. had been labeled Purple, due to her initials both being in the color. Compared to his labeling antics in the past; the Red and Teal made relative sense.

Rissa watched as Cruxis pulled out two more interesting jobs, nodding her approval as he described them. Apparently, Cruxis had his own color coding for his note cards. The quirk made her smile, even if she didn't quite understand it. Soon enough, Takeshi was standing and stretching, ready to go. “Yeah, I'm ready to go... Should we set up a trap first, and take turns doing deliveries..? Or just one at a time.” She smiled between the two, wondering how much time they wanted to spend on these jobs. After all, she and Cruxis were supposed to be going dancing later, if she accepted his invitation. The young kunoichi managed to keep her blush from her face as she waited on their answer. It would do her no good to be acting like a love struck fool. She hadn't exactly solved her issue of having two guys after her attentions, let alone one. Love was so complicated at times.

(A note I am just playing an NPC for the moment. Should my tendonitis clear up I will be making this NPC my PC and resetting Chiyoko)

Darius sat in his dark cave waiting for nightfall. It wasn't often that he left, and that was with good reason. His strange appearance made him some what of an outcast. The living armor bound to his skin was almost demonic in appearance, and the mask he always wore to hide his disfigured face was no better. The only sound that echoed through his primitive abode was the occasional rustle of his cape. The boy thought back on the last time he left the cave. It had been almost a year ago. Time seemed to pass quickly for the young man. He let out a sigh and retreated further into the cave. The darkness gave him some small measure of comfort at least.

As the light began to fade Darius slowly began to creep out of his cave. He could sense that something wasn't quite right. There was an unusual amount of energy not too far from his den. His living armor began to itch and ripple. It was one of the many defense mechanisms Darius had grown accustomed too. Since it was dark out they young man felt that it would be safe to investigate. He slowly crept toward the source of the disturbance. As he got closer his armor began to go haywire. He could feel it digging into his skin and latching onto his nervous system. It seemed as though the armor sensed that this disturbance was a rather large threat.

Darius sighed and enveloped himself in his cloak. It would hide his presence from most methods of detection as he continued to approach this strange energy.