A short laugh escaped Takeru's lips as Suzuki finished speaking."So he knows my name, but doesn't have the decency to tell me his own? Which means he is either extremely rude by nature or dumb because he is trying to bait me into a fight or something. I am not here to entertain you. I'll be on my way if you have nothing important to say to me,"Takeru said as he pulled himself off the ground. It was going to take a lot more then that to make TK lose his cool. The young man wasn't going to sit around and waste any more time with this freak of nature. Takeru nodded his head at the Jounin, giving him a farewell wave of his hand and started off back towards the village. Takeru knew that this day he had been defeated and wouldn't be going anywhere but back home.
Though the smile had previously dissipated from the man's purely whitened face, it soon arose once more as Takeru made his ignorant replies and statements. Such gestures as these were amusing- where one might believe that they could escape such events of which they had already become more than halfway drowned in; more than halfway overwhelmed in. Though it was merely a result of the positioning of the sun and Suzuki, a sparkle seemed to gleam in the puppeteer's eyes- something that merely enhanced and dramatized the fact that he was becoming progressively more curious of this Genin. Certain aspects, only, of course- though interested, nonetheless. Still, he was quite unintelligent, but perhaps this was something that could be utilized and taken into further use. Pondering on the thought, a seemingly levitating glove made its way towards the Jounin's face, to where it would proceed to have its cloth placed between clenched teeth in a moment of thought that stood often prior to speech. "He who is truly incapacitated is the one of whom makes claim without reason." Though the words of which the man spoke seemed, possibly, out of character in comparison to the personality that had previously been presented, this was yet another sign of further increase in interest that one would have to be focused on, specifically, to note. Such mindsets were uncommon, and as a result, difficult to read. Resuming his concentration to the glove whose index finger was caught between an enclosed trap, the Jounin pulled slightly in a sense that seemed as if there was truly a hand that was resisting the tug. In a slow, yet curious manner, Suzuki removed the glove entirely, showing no signs of there being any physical object being held within it, let alone a hand. "You see," he began, whilst removing the material from his mouth, "It is a trade off." A sudden pause broke in the man's path of speech before more words came to hinder it. "A name must be earned- granted. Such an object is a honour to possess." After having said this, a thin smile spread across the Jounin's face. It would have been more than evidently clear, by this point, that Takeru had not yet earned the name of the man of whom he'd now been confronted by. The requirement, of course, was left unspoken. A silence seemed to arise as Suzuki adjusted the positioning of his body in its current place. In a quick, and of course, invisible movement, the glove of which had previously been removed had now found itself, once again, upon the empty space of which it had before claimed to be its holding. The Jounin readjusted his line of eyesight to pierce through the Genin. "Importance lies in every word, though only if you come to understand why." Although the tone was slightly mocking, it remained in the man's smooth, and calming voice. This was, to some extent, a lesson. A conversation that would traverse Takeru into coming to more of a coexistence with his mind. A state where he would be of more meaning to Suzuki. Although, of course, the entirety of the concept could be abandoned at any given time, and that was exactly the ruse that provided entertainment.
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»Jutsu : • Satetsu [Iron Sand] ~ C Rank Due to the magnetic properties of iron, small particles of it could be manipulated in a similar manner to that of the sand utilized by Shukaku's jinchūriki, through the Magnetism Release Kekkei Genkai. This was used by the Third Kazekage to neutralize the use of Kugutsu.
It was a beautiful day and the young Genin was clearly not trying to spend it talking to this Jounin. His pace slowed however as soon as Suzuki began to speak again. Takeru didn't want to seem interested in what the man had to say, but it would be clear to anyone that he had slowed down to be able to catch every interesting word that left the Jounin's mouth. After the last word escaped Suzuki's lips Takeru pulled an about-face."I find it funny that you say a name must be earned when clearly you stole mine from somewhere else,"Takeru said as he made his way back towards the floating pieces of Suzuki."Ok old man! You have have my undying attention. I am not about to get into a war of words with you because clearly you have more experience and about hundred years on me. So how do I earn your name? Do I fight it out of you?"Takeru asked as he matched Suzuki grin for grin. He was hoping that he wouldn't have to come to blows with this man because Takeru knew he was at a clear disadvantage in a verbal spar and at the moment a physical spar would be just as worse. Takeru's best technique could be neutralized with little effort on the Jounin's part. Takeru didn't have any tricks up his sleeves and knew that it would take some clever strategy to defeat a foe who held the best hand.
The grin of which was worn so comically well upon the face of Suzuki Byakko only continued to grow as the Jounin observed his conversational partner more intently. The Genin seemed to only get continuously more interesting. Although this simply wasn't the case, from the eccentricities of which the puppeteer was performing, it certainly seemed to be. One might have called him out to be more of a ringmaster, if perhaps they knew of his past. Such things, however, were obsolete. The present was of far more importance when compared to the past, and there was currently quite the performance simply waiting to begin. In yet another outstanding display, an eyebrow reached its peak through a quite gentle and smooth raise to heighten its position upon the whitened face of Suzuki. Such an exaggerated expression was the cause of one rather pleasing detail: Takeru slowing his walking pace. Although the Genin's face was unable to be seen, enough information was provided so that the Jounin could reach the conclusion that the young Takeru was gaining an interest in the words of which his superior had to speak. This was more than likely clear that this was what was wanted, though it would require one to dig deeper than simply the external appearance to reach such conclusions. This, or perhaps, a skilled eye of sorts.
As the Genin came to finally rotate his body in a slightly twirl back towards Suzuki, the Jounin released his eyebrow from its raised position only so that it would fall back to its normal height, though without allowing his smile to fade away quite yet. Such dramatic effects were required for an amusing performance, after all. Whilst slowly taking in the words of which Takeru had to say, the puppeteer came to mockingly perform a series of exaggerated nods to create some invisible ruse for either himself or his subordinate. The rebuttal, though seemingly accurate, struck amusement in the Jounin for an alien reason. Although a laugh failed to escape the crescent derived mouth of the puppeteer, his grin seemed to grow ever so slightly before settling back to its generally quaint position. Ceasing the constant movement of his head, Suzuki directed his eyes towards the Genin before speaking. "No such thing could occur," he paused, seemingly in some deep contemplation in a realm not visible to any other save for himself before continuing his trail of words "I caught your name out of something renowned as intrigue." Although these few words may have not made sense to many, there was a select few including Suzuki, of whom it made some untimely correlation. All the while speaking, the Jounin watched as his conversation partner returned to carry on with their discussion, with one eye retaining its glare on Takeru. Strange as it was, the puppeteer's eyes were certainly far from symmetrical with each being of a different hue; natural art, as some might call it. Suzuki allowed a brief smirk to atone for his previously drab expression as he listened to the Genin reflect his superior's sarcastic charisma. This smile, however, increased in size, though not visibly- a quite transparent thought that only crossed the mind of the wearer. Such a game that one might play with themselves only when they acquired that which they were looking to achieve. Of course, it was clear that Takeru hadn't the intelligence nor the specific character to be entertaining for the Jounin, however there was a certain intrigue that managed to acclaim itself within every existent creature, whether it be shinobi to passerby or flora to fauna mattered not. Such things simply resided in reality, and that was merely the way that one such as Suzuki would picture it. The Jounin allowed his tongue to emerge from his mouth to wet the dried lips that ensnared it. "It is your choice," this pause, however, was simply for dramatic effect, as there was no other reason for someone to break there speech at such a place, "As to how you wish to prove your worth." Lifting the empty pockets of air where one's arms would generally be, Suzuki crossed invisibly allowed a cross to form between the lanky sleeves of his coat, with his pale gloves relaxing themselves after having made the slight adjustment of position. His legs, accordingly, moved slightly as well, and, just the same, the smile upon the man's face seemed to relax. "It is entirely your decision. So," as should have now been clear, yet another dramatic pause took place, though the Jounin used it to clear his throat and intake air, there remained only one core purpose, "Try me." Once again, a smile formed upon Suzuki's face, as he awaited how the Genin intended on proving himself to be truly worth spending time with, or rather proving his ability to entertain and be entertained.
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»Jutsu : • Satetsu [Iron Sand] ~ C Rank Due to the magnetic properties of iron, small particles of it could be manipulated in a similar manner to that of the sand utilized by Shukaku's jinchūriki, through the Magnetism Release Kekkei Genkai. This was used by the Third Kazekage to neutralize the use of Kugutsu.
Was it smart to just give someone the first move without knowing the full abilities of that person? Maybe the Jounin already knows everything that Takeru could do and was just baiting him into doing something foolish so that he could counter the attack and give the Genin a serious beating? Takeru's head was racing with thoughts, trying to form a quick strategy to deal with some one who he knew nothing about. How do you make a solid plan if he didn't even know what he was facing. Should he just back away until he learned more about this Jounin? Should he just go all out and try and something fast? Maybe catch the older man off guard? Everything that the Genin thought about just didn't work out well in his head. For one thing his best technique was use less against this man and that was part of many of his ideas. What to do against someone so smart and cunning? Without word Takeru formed some hand signs, trying to go as quickly as possible to avoid Suzuki from being able to figure out what was coming his way. Takeru put his two index in front of his face as he built up oil in his mouth, turning his fingers into Black Steel. He struck them together to form a large spark, spitting out the contents of his mouth and firing a large fire ball at the Jounin. Takeru would then make his fingers go back to normal just in case Suzuki tried anything with them and waited to see what his fire ball would manage to do.
