Punisher

Maybe she doesn't proceed excitedly, but Seiko doesn't really face most things with anything but seriousness and caution. Not being good at things isn't something she feels comfortable with; she wants to exceed in everything she tries, right away. Learning didn't bother her, but she didn't like seeming weak or unskilled. She knows fully well she'll be obviously inexperienced with weapons, hence her hesitation in learning to use them.

Akito seemed to oblige her feigned interest. His words, though muffled, were easy enough for her to understand. He'd show her more than explain. Seiko nodded in understanding. Carefully she picked the staff up in her mouth, finding it strange to hold. Something she'd get used to in time, she supposed. She mirrored his pose as best as she could, widening her stance. She moved her head slightly with the staff clasped between her jaws, testing its weight - her head moved down and then up again, then to the side, twisting the staff around to nearly touch her tail. It was light enough, but felt heavy against her teeth, the feeling unfamiliar.

Noting it did feel a bit uneven, she adjusted it slightly, trying to balance it so it didn't feel as though it was pulling too heavily toward either side. After some adjusting, and a little grunt, she decided she was ready. "Whaf now?" Her voice was muffled, though she was eager to start the next part of their lesson. Each slight movement made the staff wobble a bit, and she could feel the strange way it shook from one end to the other.