Cut off your nose to spite your face
Usagi
06-18-2022, 07:47 PM
Usagi resisted the urge to roll his eyes as Fuji calmed down a bit from her tantrum, then proceeded to ask why she couldn’t poke somebody’s eye out. Did he really care that she had an uncle with one eye? Or how cool an eyepatch would be? Personally, he wanted to discourage this fiery behavior - even as some of her feistiness reminded him, albeit grudgingly, of himself at her age. Except he’d never seek to jab somebody for shits and giggles. "If you want to poke their eye out, you’d better have a good reason to do it - like if they’re an enemy wanting to do you serious harm." He wanted to make it clear and precise enough so that the child wouldn’t get any mischevious ideas. Although she seemed to have her wits about her, and though impulsive, she wasn’t utterly foolish.
Once they reached the clearing, Fuji rested her bamboo stalk on her paws and mentioned that the plant based off her name wasn’t even pink - it was purple. He nodded. That was true - none of the children, save for Potato maybe, had color corresponding names. Not that it really mattered to him. He wasn’t a plant expert. He glanced at her before beginning their lesson of sorts. Flicking his flopped ear, his scowl lessened slightly as he began explaining.
"If you’re ready, we can begin with a few simple exercises to warm up. Just to get a feel for how a sword would feel when you carry it in your mouth. It’s an additional weight you’re not used to yet, so you need to practice so you can build up the muscles in your neck required to support it and balance it, too." He gently unsheathed his sword from its sheath, backing up a distance away from the child so she wasn’t in the way. "Back up a bit. You have a bamboo stalk, but my sword is dangerous to be close to. Just watch and repeat after me." He grabbed the handle in his jaws, feeling the weight. It felt natural. It felt right. The child had a much loghter stalk but it would serve her well to know how it felt to have it in her maw for a while at a time. He did some simple side to side tilts of his head with the sword in his mouth, gentle and slow, andenough for a kid to follow with ease. He did some exercises where he lifted and lowered his head, gently pivoted his head towards one side of his body to the other.
Speech
Once they reached the clearing, Fuji rested her bamboo stalk on her paws and mentioned that the plant based off her name wasn’t even pink - it was purple. He nodded. That was true - none of the children, save for Potato maybe, had color corresponding names. Not that it really mattered to him. He wasn’t a plant expert. He glanced at her before beginning their lesson of sorts. Flicking his flopped ear, his scowl lessened slightly as he began explaining.
"If you’re ready, we can begin with a few simple exercises to warm up. Just to get a feel for how a sword would feel when you carry it in your mouth. It’s an additional weight you’re not used to yet, so you need to practice so you can build up the muscles in your neck required to support it and balance it, too." He gently unsheathed his sword from its sheath, backing up a distance away from the child so she wasn’t in the way. "Back up a bit. You have a bamboo stalk, but my sword is dangerous to be close to. Just watch and repeat after me." He grabbed the handle in his jaws, feeling the weight. It felt natural. It felt right. The child had a much loghter stalk but it would serve her well to know how it felt to have it in her maw for a while at a time. He did some simple side to side tilts of his head with the sword in his mouth, gentle and slow, andenough for a kid to follow with ease. He did some exercises where he lifted and lowered his head, gently pivoted his head towards one side of his body to the other.
Speech
wishing there was something left to lose
this could be the day i die for you—