A Path of Training[Sloth/Kana/Job]

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After spending some time with the Finalis siblings Yakuroro recently met, he was approached by Dynatos with a request. To help make them stronger. Initially Yaku was hesitant to accept as the path he walked was one of a magician. While Yaku's body was strong, he didn't like using it and had never polished his melee skills which would be the red haired natural born fighter's specialty. The Imuchakk was unaware that Finalis couldn't learn magic, but he was aware that if they were born magicians the brother and sister would have learned at least some basic kind of magic by now. So teaching them spells wouldn't be of much help either.

However despite his out doubts, Yakuroro agreed in the end. The deceitful Imuchakk lied at first and claimed that he had extensive knowledge of the martial arts before taking several poses that looked exotic in nature. If they were meant to be fighting stances then their benefits would be a mystery. However once the antics were done, he would explain that the best place for the finalis to train would be a temple Yakuroro owned in the Jade Mountains. Since they were nearby anyways and Alekzander was off doing a job to collect some funds, the blue haired giant would suggest the three travel there together.

After hours of climbing through bamboo forests and mountainous terrain the sun would be setting and it was pretty safe to say that the two Finalis might suspect the Imuchakk of being lost. But just before the first protest could be spoken, Yakuroro would grin and point, "There!" His large arms would pull stalks of bamboo aside to reveal a stunning view of a mountain top temple in the distance.


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((Whoever posts next, feel free to take control of the group like I did. Just follow the instructions of the job. Obviously Yakuroro doesn't own the temple, but FYI, it's one of the places he stopped to sell dungeon treasure at, so they know him and will be willing to open the gates for us. From there, take this in any direction you want so long as it leads to all three of us fighting against the training students.))

Amira had been tricked! Bribed with the notion of honing her skills whilst training some new ones had been a tempting offer to take. How else would the two men that she walked with be able to convince her to make a trek up the mountain, a trek which she clearly dislike taking? Though the reason she was walking up the mountain was partially her fault. She had accepted the offer before knowing the full detail, and for her hastiness, she was rewarded with a trek through a bamboo forest and mountainous terrains. She made a mental note to wait for people to finish speaking before accepting an offer, no matter how tempting and/or juicy it was. But for now, she was stuck walking, and it was not like she was going to head back into town alone. She may hate walking, but walking alone was not on her agenda.

Amira continued to walk, wondering how much further until they were finally at their destination. And before she could whine, Yakuroro announced their arrival, having removed a bamboo stick that had obscured the temple that lied behind it. Any thought of complaining had been dropped as she was captivated by the beauty of the temple, a temple she had never been to before. Or at least she did not remember ever making the trip to the temple. She snapped herself out of her stupor, having to jog in order to catch up with the group before she resumed walking.

Soon enough the three were at the gate of the temple. Her brother said something, the door swung open, and her brother said something again. What exactly was said by Dynatos, Amira did not know for she had not been paying attention to him. The first thing she saw upon the gates being open was a man who was flanked by three others that were younger than himself. He welcomed the tallest member of the group before beckoning for those behind him to step up. And step up they did. Dynatos quickly picked out the one who wished to fight, removing his sword from his back. Amira glanced up at Yakuroro, "who do you desire to fight, for I truly do not care who I am paired off against."

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As the trio approached the temple, Yakuroro recalled fond memories of his last stay with the monks. It wasn't very long, but they'd given him quite the fair deal for the dungeon loot and even offered meals for free as a kindness. The Imuchakk almost felt bad that he was returning with a request for physical combat, however he knew that they would welcome the training for their disciples. Yakuroro waved up to the guards as they reached the gates and his friendly smile served as a key to unlock the entrance. As Dynatos commented on how simple it had been Yakuroro repliead, "They weren't all that interested in jewels, but apparently they melt gold down into statues. The amount I left with them was a bit more than they paid for." He'd been amiable and friendly during his previous stay as well, so there was little reason not to let him and his two companions in. After all, if they intended any harm to the temple there would be countless fighters present to ensure any crimes don't go unpunished. The sound of old wood creaking would moan as the gates slowly opened leading into the reception area where water and simple foods were on standby in the event someone lost in the mountains found there way here and was in need of sustenance.

From there they were greeted by senior students and guided deeper inside. The training dojo Yaku's party was brought to was simple on the outside, but the interior had a few of the gold statues Yakuroro had mentioned earlier. There would be a few students already training inside under the careful watch of the headmaster, but this group quickly dispersed after the Imuchakk and two Finalis were led in. With the floor cleared, the leader greeted Yakuroro seemingly glad for the two fighters he'd brought along. Yaku was surprised he didn't ask about the other finalis that had been traveling with Yakuroro last time, but at least that would make things simpler. As Dynatos relinquished his blade, Yakuroro did the same with his Unicorn Horn staff handing it off to a nearby disciple. "Be careful with the twine, its delicate~" The Imuchakk teased as he gave the magical weapon away. The twine wasn't really delicate as it was made from a northern beasts tough natural hair fibers, but it was fun to watch the student be extra careful for no good reason.

Yakuroro was snickering softly to himself as he turned his attention towards Dynatos' declaration of a 3 on 3 battle. The blue magician was thankful for this as he was not fond of fighting with his muscular body and would rather act as a meat shield of sorts instead. The 8ft tall blue haired giant removed his robe and flying carpet belt before stepping forward and speaking, "I'm not much of a pugilist, but my body is too strong for its own good. You siblings will do most of the fighting." Hopefully his sacrifice as a shield will be answered with fists like swords from Dynatos and Amira.

The three students who would be facing the challengers stepped onto the mats and everyone else cleared out to the edges to spectate. The three students would all bow before taking various stances between them. Yakuroro bowed in turn but took no stance and instead watched what his partners would do.

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Amira briefly scowled at her brother, expressing her displeasure of having to prove or show anything to him. But that was simply what had been expressed on the surface, for deep down she desired to show her brother what she had learned from her friends and him. She also desired to make him proud of her. The reason for her to express annoyance over happiness was privy only to herself, and she would not allow anyone to know why she sometimes acted the opposite of what she was feeling around her brother.

She glanced at Yakuroro has he offered himself as a human shield, and with his structure, he made quite an impressive one. Thus if push comes to shove and Amira had to retreat, she would certainly retreat behind the figure of Yakuroro and not have to worry about him being overpowered by the students as she recovered. With that reassurance in mind, she turned her attention to the three students that had been picked by their master to do battle with their guest. She had no time to examine them thoroughly for the master decided that now was the time for the battle to begin. And it started off quickly, for one of the three immediately made their way to Dynatos, bent on taking him out first.

And though she may wish to observe her brother, she realized that being idle was not a good plan. Thus she quickly examined her option, and went with the one furthest from the other disciples, leaving her brother to tend to the other two. She believed he could handle it, and if not, there was always Yakuroro there to scare the crap out of the disciples with his size alone. Thus she greeted the disciple she decided to dub Slow-poke. Yes, this particular disciple could had intentionally stayed behind the other two, but she did not care.

Amira did not understand Slow-poke's fighting style, for he went to strike with an open palm which was matched by her tightly closed fist. She had never meant anyone who fought like that, and thus was a little taken aback, but there was no time to ponder the oddness of the disciples style. No, for she needed all the focus she had, as well as the strength that she possessed. Though she may be a hot-headed Fanalis, it did not mean that she had this fight in the bag. No, this would rely more than strength alone. And she knew that Slow-poke knew it as well. Thus began her dance, one that she had gained the upper hand in though how long she can maintain was to be determined.

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As the elder signaled the start of the battle, Yakuroro immediately took as step back and to the side so he would be behind his allies. This would allow the tall Imuchakk to view the entire fight so as to decide where his help would be most needed. There was a blush on the blue haired giant's face as he was extremely self conscious about the muscular upper body which was now visible to all. Yakuroro disliked the image his body gave off as one might assume him to be a thick headed muscle bound meat brain at first glance. Despite his shame and embarrassment, Yaku's blue eyes were focused on the task at hand. His large body's reaction time and speed would be far too slow to double team one of the opponents with Dynatos, but it would be enough to step in next to the male Finalis from behind. The kick aimed for Dynatos' skull would be intercepted by the Imuchakk's large arm as Yaku moved in the way of the attack. The melee blow would impact against Yakuroro's biceps with incredible force. One of his eyes winced shut and Yaku grit his teeth as he felt muscle tear and bone shatter.

In just the first few seconds of the battle royale Yakuroro's right arm had been broken. But in exchange for this limb, a chance would be created for the other. The Imuchakk's left hand was already clenched into a tight fist, now held closed even tighter thanks to the pain of his broken arm. While the martial artist was still off balance from performing the high kick, Yakuroro's heavy large limb would pierce through the air and slam into his stomach. The trainee fighter would be sent back several feet suffering heavy internal damage. All the air was knocked from his body and his eyes went wide for a moment before fading into a dully blank stare of unconsciousness. The adrenaline rushing through Yaku's body made the pain subside, but it was still there. Like an annoying child poking at him for his attention, the blue magician's right arm cried out supplication in desperate need of healing and treatment.

Still wincing from the agony, Yakuroro's eyes quickly scanned for where he would be needed most. Dynatos seemed to have his opponent under wraps as he was on the ground and would be open to attack from the male Finalis. Amira on the other hand looked to be in a clash with her own opponent that was not in her favor. The martial artist's open palm meeting the closed fist would grant him an opportunity to grapple the girl. Leaving Dynatos to fend for himself, Yakuroro began moving towards Amira with his left arm still holding a fist while his right arm hung limp at his side. He wouldn't interfere just yet as the girl was here for training too and stepping in too early could just spoil the purpose behind this spar.

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The fight had been going well for Amira, though the tables had turned into the favor of the other disciple within seconds. For she had never been faced with someone that struck their opponent with open palms, and thusly so, she had no idea how to handle it. She briefly glance to see how her companions were fairing which prove to be a grave mistake. For as her eyes shifted to see that her companions had already finished off their own opponents, her own opponent took this chance to knock her off balance. With a strong palm strike to her chest, Amira was sent staggering back, surprise registering on her face.

She had not the time to be surprise for long, for her opponent was advancing on her, taking advantage of the surprise that managed to befall his female opponent. Though the man had not taken into account how long Amira could remain surprise. For within seconds her eyes snapped back up to her opponent, seeing him charge at her, and instinctively she dropped to the ground. With one fluid motion, she swung her leg, successfully managing to land her opponent on his rear-end. Now she had the element of surprise, for she highly doubt the disciple had expected her to swing his legs from underneath him. But she knew that he would not be on the ground for long,

She had to act quickly or the window of opportunity that she had made would close, and it may not present itself again. She had to win this fight, for she had pride as a Fanalis as well as the simple fact she had no desire for her brother to watch her lose nor lose as a matter of fact. It was a fight that would display to her brother what she had learned from him, as well as if she could take care of herself or not. Thusly so, a fight that needed to be won no matter who her opponent nor the cost.

Thus Amira quickly sprang to her feet as the disciple fell onto the floor, a resounding thud bouncing off the walls. The sound rang in her ears as she launched herself into the air, rearing her fist back so that it could meet the face of her opponent. To bad her opponent had the intelligence needed to roll out of harms way, the impact he had just seconds before having not dulled his senses. It of course made her growl as her fist met the floor rather than the face of that damn disciple, also made her tick off that he got up, a grin on his face. Too bad that damn disciple had made a fatal mistake at getting up, he was within range of her leg.

She had not a clue what had happened until it happened, her body reacting on its own as her foot went from the ground to his abdomen. The kick, enough to have him collapse onto his knees, his arms covering his stomach as he winced. Perhaps he could had withstand the kick and continued to fight, but she was a Fanalis. Someone born with the capabilities to break bone with her bare hands, though she very much doubt she had broken in of her opponent's bones. Maybe bruised something, but nothing serious.

Either way, her opponent was out of commission which meant, she won the fight. Her leg was brought down as she eyed him for a couple of seconds before allowing herself to relax. With shoulder slumped, she took a deep breath. And once she believed that she had caught her breath, she turned to her companions. With a grin upon her face, she put her thumb up, her other hand grabbing her chest. "That's what I can do, brother." Her eyes directed themselves to Yakuroro, her head tilting to the side as she asked the question without thinking. "What happened to your arm?"

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It seemed that the Imuchakk's concern for Amira was misplaced. As the large Imuchakk made his way closer to the female finalis and her opponent he observed an exchange that was too fast for his big bulk body to have reacted to anyways. Rather than lose another arm, he turned back to see Dynatos swiftly pummel his own opponent. Oh right, these two were finalis. Them losing in hand to hand combat against normal humans was a stretch, even if the disciples were well trained and possessed bodies that were like finely honed weapons. Those fists would not be enough to challenge the overwhelming strength of the red headed clan that was known for it's bone shattering blows. This was actually Yakuroro's first time seeing a finalis fighting style up close which allowed his mind to distract from the pain of his broken limb. The elation of being able to see something new such as the fighting style of these natural warriors was enough to put a smile on the blue mage's face as the last student of the temple fell.

Yakuroro didn't respond when Dynatos asked about his arm as he was too busy watching Amira fight, but as the sister finished her bout and returned to the trio her question about the injury woke him from his overly intense focus. "Ah...Ah!" Suddenly the pain rushed back and the twisted expression of "OUCH" washed over the Imuchakk's face. "D-Don't worry...it'll heal...I'm more worried about him." Yakuroro pointed to the opponent he had punched whom was coughing up blood from extreme internal organ damage. The Imuchakk's fist had literally crushed the man's stomach in a way which would have killed him had he been a normal person. It was years of trained muscles which saved the disciple's life, but the destructive power of the Imuchakk was clearly expressed through the fist shaped indent on the downed fighter's abdomen. The elder didn't seem too worried that the boy would lose his life and wave a hand as other students helped their defeated peers get off to the medical room.

The group was rewarded for defeating the students and as a show of good faith, the elder offered to treat any wounds the group had suffered. Yakuroro's injury was severe enough that he agreed and decided to spend few days with the them to recover. "You two don't have to stick around,  but I think I'll rest here till my arm is in good shape again. But when I'm well, please accompany me to my friend's house in Zou. Lady Shousui is a powerful woman and could easily arrange for travel or work all over the world. If you're not sure about what to do or where to go, she may help you find an answer."

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Amira followed Yakuroro's finger, examining the one he had defeated. She shook her head, not because she thought her tall companion went overboard, but at the sheer damage that the man could do though he ended up with an injured arm. She turned her attention back to the pairing, having seen enough of the injured disciple. She grinned at Dynato as he praised her, and her mind was absorbed with his words. Though she snapped back to reality when her brother called her impatient. "I am not impatient," Amira retorted, arms folding across her chest as she pouted. "I am fine staying here until Yakuroro recovers."

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