Versatility In Numbers (Team Training)

When one has to start off topics it sucks but lets get it, Ab and Oya were in the middle of their daily training during the part where would spar for an hour at full strength; that of a pilus of course. Sometimes he wondered who was teaching who due to the fact of their situation, they were wearing some stylish golden training grabs which covered  everything but their forearms, shin and lower. Their eumelanated skin shinned as they faught in the sun filled arena that was setup for them on Ab's orders it was also setup to replinish reserves every ten post; his dreads blew wildly from the impact as Oya's kick was blocked. He would would grab her leg with his left hand and sling her in the air while using his right hand to create a few ftg projectiles in his pouch; utilizing a B-rank of chakra to stimulate him giving him B-rank strength to throw her fourty feet in the air while throwing two ftg kunai at her at Crshing Ground Speeds. Let's see you get out of that one Oya. Flying in the air she would smirk as his elementary games were quite old seeing as she was five and already in her prime physically an almost mentally, her battle instincts haven't fully developed yet. She would body flicker to the ground to dodge the kunai and flicker once more to get within range to tap on Ab's shoulder. If she could land that finger this session was about to get intense and one sided real fast. Just land this one time please!! I got to get you one time.

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There hadn’t been much going on in the life of the young Hokkai. At seventeen years old she was probably one of, if not, the oldest Principales in all of the West. Not that she cared much about this ninja crap anyways, this was more of her sister Isabella’s cup of tea. She was more interested in a life at sea than wrestling around in the pits with other wannabe gladiators. Alas, she was destined to live out the rest of her miserable life stuck with an occupation she didn’t care much about. Maybe she should just retire and become a civilian? Being a tamer would be quite beneficial for her being a Hokkai and all. But there was nothing exciting about being a civilian now was there? So it was being a Principales, for the time being anyways.

Now even though she hated this being a shinobi crude, she needed to get stronger so that she would be able to handle herself and also gain the respect of her pack. Whenever she managed to get one anyways. As such, she had actively sought out someone to assist her in training. Unfortunately for her, however, all her suitable candidates were all occupied. So she had to settle for someone else, he was a Blade though so that was a plus, right? Yeah, probably not but hey she needed something to do and it was either this or nothing. Though nothing sounded pretty tempting. Throwing on her favorite extremely short shorts and her daddy’s little monster graphic tee-shirt, she would head to the rendezvous point with Rhiannon around her neck like an expensive scarf.

“Hey, hope I’m not interrupting anything.” Isola stated as she arrived at the training grounds with the two at it, with the older one seemingly beating down the extremely younger one. Wasn’t she too young to fight? Damn savages are being training at a young age. “The name’s Isolabella, you can just call me Isola or Iso. I was scheduled to train with you today, or something like that.”