Ahh, it was time for a new home for the newly grown fighter mokai, Caesar. He came in, evidently, after the arrival of another fighter, Bijou, to their residence. A pearl diver, White, had already been situated there, though he hadn't seen much of him lately. Their owner had taken them out to see what kind of fighters they would make, and surely enough, Caesar had spent quite an amount of time with Bijou enough to know that he was glad he wouldn't be pitted against her in the ring. Perhaps it was her little shrewd remarks or her aura of being a worthy fighter under the guise of a pampered girl made him think this, but either way, Caesar was just happy to be outside, resting on his paws.

The entire family - except for White - had been out showing themselves out to the public. Apparently, his owner made some deals, had some conversations with other owners of fighter mokai, but Caesar wasn't too sure if he had been included in any of those discussions. His curious, inquisitive eyes wandered up to his approaching owner, giving a little yap of a question. When his owner signaled for him to rise, he wondered where the two were going.

It wasn't before long that Caesar found himself standing in front of a couple punching bags, some pairs of gloves, and various other human-made contraptions that all yelled out to him some sort of formal training. Ah, it was usual, he supposed. His owner hadn't seen him perform earlier, and Caesar's placidity the first few days of being home didn't help for a good evaluation of his skills.

He nodded curtly, padding up to the bags that held heavy sand in them, looking back at his owner. It seemed his owner was all too confused, too, being new to owning a fighter mokai. Sure, his owner had gone through a few days' worth of experience with Bijou, but still...

Caesar began snarling at the training figures in front of him, letting a roaming eye look backwards at his owner to see if he was doing this right. It was a new set of equipment that he was not used to, and with a new owner, he wasn't sure what was expected of him. But then again, he had a feeling his owner didn't know, either. That encouraging smile and hopeful eyes, though, made Caesar feel like he had to show something. And so he lunged forward, biting the thing and ravaging it like he used to do with the ragged things he trained with when he was younger.

His movements were quick, sprightly, and his teeth were able to maintain a focused and good grip on the sandbags. He made it swing around a little, feeling a bit of excitement from this act. Ahh, he was okay with not going in the ring this week, but he was sure he would be ready for his owner to be proud of soon!

"Is that what you think you're going to do?" came a very familiar and very female voice from behind his owner.

Caesar looked at the source, taking all of his attention away from the sandbag in front of him. It was Bijou! Apparently, she had come along with them without him noticing.

"Let me show you how to do it," she stated, placing herself firmly in front of Caesar much to their owner's amusement and curiosity.

She took a few steps back, and then reared herself low to the ground to pounce onto the thing in one smooth leap, digging her claws into the sandbag enough to make it swing far higher than he had managed to do. When she did that, she also planted her teeth in the thing too, making a very tight grip on it - and, almost as soon as she did that, she swung herself out, too, landing on all four paws with her usual grace.

Caesar rolled his eyes, making a face.

"Show off," he stated, looking at his owner to do something about this interference with his training session.

"No, I am just showing you how to do it," she said, pawing back to their owner's side.

Caesar huffed, though was signaled again to go at it. It was his time, not Bijou's! What was she thinking?

"I don't see any difference," he wondered while looking at the still faintly swinging thing in front of him.

"You must make your strike and then withdraw from your opponent as quickly as you come in, unless you are sure of their defeat. I suppose it is mostly a style thing, but..." came the words of Bijou, "Go on. Don't let me stop you, pup."

Caesar snorted. What was with Bijou's slight feminine arrogance and calling him a pup! It wasn't the first time she called him that, though he had heard her call other mokai something similar as well. But for all the vaguely demeaning things she said to others, she did have a point, and she was a little qualified to say them, he thought.

So he looked at the sandbag again, feigning a snarl and hopped onto it to try to mimic what Bijou did. It was just... landing on it, taking a bite out of it, and then jumping as far back as he could while still facing it! That was easy, right?

He did manage to make a swipe onto it, feeling the surface of the contraption as he bared his fangs into it, but when he moved back away, he stumbled over on his paws. Sheesh, it was hard to jump backwards if you didn't know where you were going.

"Hah, if you try hard enough, you'll be able to meet up with someone as worthy as me next week," sounded Bijou from her perch.

"Hmph!" Caesar squeaked as he continued to run and fight the sandbag in front of him as if it was a real opponent. Sure, he'd look silly doing this, but he was not one to show his owner that he had been wrongly labelled as a fighter. He was a fighter through and through, and in his heart he knew he would be able to put up a grand fight in the ring!

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