show me yer moves

Nephilim Island

Kuroki and his siblings were practically still fresh from the den but his Otou-sama said it just wouldn't do to waste their time away playing childish games. There was training to be done and as the eldest Kuroki was determined to be the strongest of them all, to learn all the tips and tricks he'd need to give anyone and everyone a good walloping if they needed it. He stomped along the shore, ignoring the akita that lingered by the treeline, no doubt keeping an eye on him in case he decided to try and go for a swim again. Surely one of his siblings had to be around, or maybe someone else who'd want to have a good tussle with him? He honestly wasn't fussy at all, anyone would do, but the thought of beating up someone older than him did put a bit of a spring in his step. No doubt it'd make his Father real proud and would give him plenty of bragging rights, something the pup was warming up to quite quickly.

He stomped to a standstill in the snow and stood with his shoulders straight, tail stiff and eyes narrowed in a very Hattori-like squint. He was ready!