Cut off your nose to spite your face

Usagi figured the child would pout and throw a fit. He expected no less - he figured she had a temper from the moment she demanded he teach her his sword fighting methods. The flop-eared male kept a cold, mossy glance towards Fuji as she swiped her bamboo around, not wanting to give in to her fury, but at the same time feeling some prickle of concern that she would poke her eye out. After calmly watching her huff and puff and ready to scream, he would sidestep her attempts to hit his ankles. His normally fiery temper was quelled - he was mature enough to know not to stoop to her level. He wasn’t a child, unlike her, he had control over his anger. Something she had yet to learn, in due time. She wasn’t far off from how he acted as a kid, himself. With a heavy sigh, Usagi padded over to the crying girl, looking down at her with a gaze that was quiet yet firm. If she really wanted to learn, she had to understand that hitting one’s ankles was the wrong way to go about it.

’Lesson number one in sword fighting," He said, his voice unwavering, yet hopefully enough to make the girl stop sniffling and just listen. After all, this is what she wanted, was it not? But if she wanted to learn the basics, she’d have to do as he said. He asked for that much, at least. "We do not wildly swing our swords around. That’s how you poke your eye out, or somebody else’s. We learn safety first before anything else. Understand?" If she acknowledged, the male would turn towards the direction he had intended to go in the first place - a decently flat patch of clearing through the green stalks of bamboo. Glancing behind him towards the child, he figured she could learn something out of this - but make no mistake, he wasn’t giving into her tantrums, and hoped he got his message across. "There’s a clearing just up ahead I use for training. If you would like to learn some basic moves, follow me." He paused, just so the very tiny girl could catch up to him, though he moved at a steady, even pace that a pup could easily follow. Realizing he hadn’t introduced himself quite yet - he knew their names, but did they know his? - he added, ’Your name’s Fuji, correct? I’m Usagi." It quite literally meant rabbit, clear in his nub tail and flop ear. A joke of a name, but he kept it all the same. Fuji sounded a great deal more powerful - perhaps though little in size, the fiery girl held a lot of potential.

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