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As the children made a noise of uncertainty, Satori glanced toward them for a moment and released a low hum of thought. After a moment, he spoke, simple and concise.

"Injuries happen in spars. You all will need to adjust to that idea, it's the life you've chosen. Don't let something as minor as pain deter you," as he stated this he nodded one to Midori as she straightened up. "See?" he inquired simply with a smile, causing a few uncertain nods.

Once she was ready and motioned she was such he nodded and clasped his hands together in front of himself. Stretching out slowly before beginning. "I named this one Mobility. It focuses on movements comparable to drunken fist, do you know what that is?" his brow arched in curiosity.

Midori listened to the name, and although it was blunt enough, she wasn't sure how it compared to Grace and the Instinct she learned, and the question regarding the drunken fist made her raise an eyebrow and shake her head side to side slowly. Not only had she never heard of it, but she didn't like the name of it. She had witnessed people under the influence of alcohol... even had to crush one's foot because he tried to touch her, but what she saw did not leave her expectations very high for the technique itself.

She hoped he would explain, because as it stood at the moment, it would need to be pretty convincing for her to take it seriously.

Satori chuckled softly and nodded. "It's a relatively rare form of combat, all things considered. It's not actually a technique where you get drunk, though some people do use it as a medium to help influence them. The style focuses on unpredictable and complex movements that generally have no place in real combat. Headbutts, spinning kicks, yelling randomly, spinning on your back to create distance and gaps, flips and so forth. A bit like my standard style but more... staggering and purposely creating openings." As he explained this he tilted his head.

"The chakra is used to give your body that extra boost to make it properly effective. It can make your combinations, attacks and defensive movements quite difficult to keep track of against normal opponents," as he explained this, Satori tilted his head to the side slightly.

"It'll definitely help you out quite a bit with how forward your style is naturally, even if you only use it to keep yourself a bit looser than normal and more flexible, balanced."

Midori tilted her head, a clear indication that she didn't understand how creating openings on purpose would lead to a positive outcome in battle, but then another thought snapped in her head. She had fallen for his traps, his 'openings' repetitively, to the point that when she saw one, she hesitated. Her eyes opened in realization that this had been something he had learned to help him with exactly that. Perhaps this was a true glimpse into his style that would help her analyze it, break it down and find a true weakness amidst his entire arsenal of strengths.

What the child had spoken of earlier was true; there was very few people who would be able to not only learn everything that Satori had, but be able to use it in combat, especially against Midori who excelled at pressuring a person into not being able to think properly. Satori had her interest now though, and she waited for him to explain it further and give some sort of example, focusing on learning this part and wondering how it could be used in combination with alcohol and still be effective. Midori doubted that part, but if it was a part of the name, there had to be some truth there.

Satori idly motioned for her to come at him after she had nodded.

"Attack me with a few standard attacks," he stated simply with a smile before his body slowly relaxed. Muscles calming before his eyes relaxed, becoming almost distant, as if distracted by something. It was impossible to tell where he was looking, because he was looking at nothing at all. Much like focus had for her, but there was something different about his own.

The reason would become apparent when she launched her first blow, and instead of dodging like a normal human being, Satori... fell. Falling to the side as if in a stumble from catching his foot on something. The attack would miss, but it looked less like he'd dodged and more like he'd gotten lucky. This repeated when she gave a follow-up attack as he was falling, and he suddenly threw out a hand as if to catch himself: and caught her kick instead.

Suddenly wrenching her by the limb to not only haul himself up, but come stumbling toward her and having blocked the attack at the same time as he practically flailed toward her, his movements completely non-lethal and unnamed entirely until he was nearly on top of her--and suddenly only of the panicked arms bent at the elbow. Which was already near her face, and moved with the momentum of the previous flails but now aimed directly at her temple out of nowhere.

His movements weren't faster. They weren't more focus, or stronger, or deadly. They simply made no logical sense, only working due to the chakra itself enhancing his movements and his own skill at perfectly timing his movements.

At first, Midori hesitated... looking at him, it looked like a type of exhaustion had taken over his body... she could understand where it got it's name. He truly looked like he had just gotten very faded, but she also recognized that look in his eyes as a variant of what she had done before, and so she stepped forward, complying with what he asked and went for a pair of straight jabs, testing the waters... and he fell to the side to dodge it nimbly. This wasn't even the agility that Satori was naturally born with that was causing the movement... this style was just weird.

Considering how low he was, her instincts told her a kick would work well and she committed to it, going for a low sweeping kick that would peg him across his entire body... and it was blocked as he tried to 'catch himself' and used her leg to do so. He used it as an anchor to approach, causing Midori to step backwards sharply as he moved deep into her personal space, and before she could react properly, an attack manifested where there had been no indication before. It was only because she had barely caught a glimpse of it that she ducked in time, the blow coming across her hair and brushing it in a close call.

Bewildered, she jumped backwards, unsure how to approach such a stance, settling into her own but her eyes easily betraying her confusion.

She was clearly not certain how to deal with the style. But that was fine, the point of the little exchange was to simply show her it, now it was her tone. As she jumped back with wide, confused eyes, Satori smiled and straightened casually as if he hadn't just had a drunken seizer involving attacks. Placing his hands on his hips he tilted his head slightly to the side and cocked a brow curiously at her.

"Want to try? Or is it too far from your normal style? I think attempting it at least would do you good. You're damn good at what you do, but your attacks do tend to be pretty linear. Against the wrong opponent, you'll be easily seen through. Taking even a few aspects of the style could help you out quite a bit." Smiling he would shrug, it was her decision in the end after all. He'd fall silent, letting her decide what she wanted to do.

Midori shook her head side to side as Satori asked if it was too far from her style, willing to try, but she held up a hand and asked him to wait a moment.  Getting into the right mindset for this was going to be a lot harder than typical stances, but she could see the practical application and how she could use it with her own style; she had tried something earlier that was similar with her own headbutt, and if this would make her more effective with non-conventional dodges and attacks, it was worth learning.  Closing her eyes, she focused on what she saw, and what it meant to her.

Outwards, you would see her start to relax, starting with the shoulders that slowly slumped as she forced them to ease the tension there... then her arms and hands... chest and core, and then slowly her legs.  As she did this, she felt the chakra flow through her and keep an even teal in her body, and then her eyes opened again, and she looked towards Satori and nodded, thinking about relaxing her mind and her gaze going distant.  She was as ready as she would ever be, but part of her hoped Satori would start off easy, because this was a hard mindset to maintain.

Satori smiled softly, his body relaxing as he waited patiently for her to fall into the process. Once she finally managed to gather herself up and center her mind, he stepped forward and his smile widened. He'd honestly expected her to refuse. It was so far from her normal style that it seemed like the correct response, really, but in the end, he had to admit it was a good thing she'd agreed to try and learn it if nothing else. Even if she didn't master it, taking a few of the styles aspects would increase her overall combat skill.

De-activating his own chakra flow, before stepping forward Satori launched himself at her, but he would start off light, just as he had for all the other instances. His hands released a short series of jabs aimed at her center of mass, clearly not aiming directly at any key point of her body like he normally did. He only wanted her to react and see how her new form measured up using the style in question. It was going to take quite a bit of time for her to properly develope and understand the style, so he may as well keep things simple for now.

As Satori stepped forwards, Midori had a stroke of absolute brilliance. At least, in her mind it was brilliant, and it would be interesting to see if it actually worked, and a way to make this far more her own technique than a direct copy of what he was doing earlier. In her relaxed state, and with her clearing her mind, the result of this idea played extremely well on her face, and she gave Satori a smile that he had never seen before; a devious, shit eating grin of someone who had a card to play that they were certain they would not expect.

The blows came, and in every single sense, they seemed like they landed, with the exception of touch. Her eyes went wide, body jerked with the blows, and it looked like, even to someone watching, that he had struck her but hard, her hands coming up from the recoil and landing on his arm. But it didn't quite make contact... the blow was so shallow that there was no damage, having flexed her core perfectly in time with his strike to make it seem like the blow landed but there was no depth to it. Rolling backwards, that grin still on her face, she waited patiently to try again.

She wasn't confident in it enough yet to say that she could counter-attack.

Saori instantly noticed what she was doing the first time that she "dodged". It wasn't due to any fault of her own, the style she had chosen to go with was one that he himself had used in his training with Tin. But he'd found he disliked it due to how many close calls it could cause, and using it against one opponent twice was practically impossible once they understood what was going on. A fallback option for him, and nothing more.

But that didn't mean her using it was a bad idea. In fact, he wholly supported the concept as his fist touched air. Not quite reaching her as she effectively dodged the blow.

His fist drew back with each dodge, face remaining relaxed and eyes focused. Every basic jab causing her to react, but he didn't ramp up the difficulty just yet. Waiting for her to respond in full so that the official training could begin. Right now she was just dipping her toe in the pool. How far she fell into the water was something that would be up to her.

It was a very interesting thing; while in this relaxed state, she could think a little more clearly than she could normally, which allowed her to process a few things while she was trying out this stance. First, she couldn't pull that little stunt on every blow; it would quickly become predictable, but throwing one in there once in a while might be good for throwing off an opponent. But as his next series of jabs came forward, she tripped on her own foot, surprise on her face as she spun around the blow, stumbling to the side before turning to face him again.

She was starting to get the hang of it.

A lot of the reasoning for that was that Satori was giving her a chance to truly sink into the mindset, as well as that she felt more clear and level headed now than normal for some reason. She would have to investigate the reasons for that part of it later, as it could be useful... as she tumbled into a roll over a kick, she came back up, ready to take it to the next level, her eyes distant and the smile across her face looking like she truly was blitzed at the moment.

Satori followed her movement carefully, each reaction she offered gave a new layer of information for him to utilize. The way she dodged, the balance she had when she tripped, this style wasn't like others that one could just observe. It took a far keener mind to predict and follow the actions. But he needed to do exactly that if he was going to help her learn. The more he attacked the weak points she had, the more she would develop and improve herself. That thought pushed him to keep track of her every step.

Surprisingly she didn't quite need it. She was getting the hang of it, all things considered. Not fading back with each blow now, instead physically avoiding the attacks as he followed along with her. Every jab forcing her to react and shift, before Satori finally began to slowly ramp it up. Shifting from basic jabs into a few swings, each one in-between the jabs to force her off balance before ending the combination with a downward kick of his heel.

She dodged it with a roll, bouncing back up as he smiled softly. Her reactions were getting better. Now to see how she was on the offensive with the style, his hand lifted, motioning her to try and come at him now.

It was actually becoming something enjoyable at the moment; she was able to think clearly, and it was very odd to be tripping and dodging things on purpose, as she felt the openings she was creating for him to exploit. But on that same note, she was aware of those openings, her mental clarity allowing her to watch to see if he wound up trying to target them and attack, although she knew he was starting off light so it wouldn't be so simple when things ramped up. This chakra flow was easier too considering she had to do it for most of the other stances she had learned so far.

He motioned for her to attack him, and she leaned forwards, a bit too much, seeming to slip and land on the top of her head, causing her legs to spin rapidly in a rotation and perform a couple of kicks aimed at his face before tucking in as she rolled to get closer. It would hopefully make him lean back, and she expected a counter-attack during her roll and was waiting for it, hoping to see a strike in her direction that she already had a plan for.

Satori played his role. Of course, he knew the openings were falsified, and also knew that they were not nearly as easy to target as one would assume. But, the point of this was to play the role of an opponent so she could learn how to use the technique. He wasn't so childish as to use his knowledge to avoid that fact.

So, he countered.

As she suddenly fell toward him and released a barrage of kicks aimed at his chest and head, Satori's wrists snapped up to parry the blows away. Each time forcing her leg to the side, using the styles weakness against it in it's lack of body weight control and momentum as the wild flailing and sudden shifts could be easily exploited. The next movement caused her to roll forward, and as she began to roll his leg lifted before a powerful downward kick using his heel as an ax-head slammed downward toward the center of her back mid-roll.

If she was planning on using the style effectively, this was done on purpose. But another attacker wouldn't know that. The reactions would steadily grow more difficult but for now, this was fine for an entry-level training session using the style.

The moment the leg was committed, that it could not be stopped, she came out of her roll in the most odd movement that Midori had ever done in her life; she literally snaked up his leg, slipping herself around it once and then using the limb as a foundation and locking her legs around it. This effectively nullified both his legs as he couldn't really use the other one to strike her from this angle, and like a snake, she was poised extremely close to his torso, her body literally pressed against him in a move she would have never dared try before this training. She was all but sitting on his lap, using her body weight and position to keep him in place.

She would be embarrassed about it later.

Both her arms, free and available, also snaked forward, grabbing him firmly at the elbows where she could keep him from counter-attacking her freely and she wound up face to face with him, so close that she could have bit his nose. The position and extreme closeness made it extremely difficult to counter-attack, but she was also aware that he could perform one-handed seals, so this all happened extremely quickly, pre-planned down to the last step.

Flexing every muscle in her body, she bent him backwards in an attempt to make him tap out, or get broken in half.

Satori had half a dozen methods of doing this. She was too obsessed with grappling. Substitution, clone, genjutsu, snake eyes, body flicker, chakra burst, chakra enhancement, not letting her get the opening in the first place, hell he could even just straight up bite her jaw off. But what they were practicing this for wasn't for testing him against her, it was for her learning the style, and as she flexed her body in an attempt to crush him, he simply tensed and resisted.

Her grip on his elbows wouldn't mean he couldn't counter. His hands were open, he was incredibly flexible so crushing was difficult, and shifting his body weight would be easy. Instead, he simply stated with a smile.

"You pass."

She'd used it effectively, and done well in finding a way to integrate it into her specific combat style. But...

"That said you're relying on grappling too much. There's a reason only one creature in the world uses that in life or death situations. You would have died if you'd done that against someone in a real fight, or been seriously injured," as he stated this idly he tilted his head.

"Bite first perhaps to help lessen the chances of them doing it to you, lowers one of the risk factors at least," with this he flexed his hands once, a silent statement to get off unless she wanted tossed off with a burst of chakra.

Midori's eyes slowly came back into focus as he claimed that she passed, and almost instantly, her muscles relaxed and she stopped trying to do anything harmful, leaning backwards as she let go to go into a handstand and then cart-wheeling back to a standing position. He claimed that she was too reliant on grappling, and that was something she did know and understand, but she wasn't sure what to do about; she tried mixing things up but it was what she always fell back on. She frowned slightly, thinking about it, and knowing this was a weakness that she was going to have to overcome sooner than later.

Clenching her fists a few times, she nodded, a bit solemn, but otherwise fine with the criticism.

Turning towards the kids, she became suddenly very aware that she had been extremely intimately close to Satori in that moment, and even though there was absolutely no feelings for him in that regard in any way, shape or form, she suddenly felt self conscious about it. The next lesson needed to hurry up and start or she was going to lose her composure, as she was trying to hide it as she turned to face Satori again, her eyebrow twitching.

Satori smiled softly at her frown, as long as she knew about it and was thinking of solutions, it was fine. Relaxing slightly his hands intertwined behind his back as he then glanced toward the children. All of them were far to innocent to think anything of her actions, though the teacher was keeping a stone face. Bemused, Satori glanced back toward Midori as she looked at him. She was one statement away from becoming a flustered mess.

Amused, Satori simply moved on.

"The final two styles are more up your alley," Satori stated idly, lifting a hand up and ruffling his fingers through his hair while he contemplated which once would be first. Probably impact.

"The first is called 'Impact'. It utilizes chakra and raw momentum to amplify striking power and adds a substantial amount of force to your blows for low stamina exchange," as he explained this, Satori then relaxed his body once more before lifting his hands up in a basic guard. The style used the opponent's momentum against them as much as building up onces own momentum for attacks.

Having her attack him once more would be the best bet, and would take her mind off straddling him. He motioned her toward him easily, a silent statement to begin and attack.

Midori listened carefully, nodding in appreciation for him not driving a screw into her already bruised social grace; the kids didn't realize what it was, but she herself did, and that was all she needed to be on the verge of an emotional outburst. Her eyes went wide for a moment as she realized she had started accidentally absorbing Nature chakra... and she quickly performed Calming Steps again, dispelling it entirely. Now was not the time or place for her to lose her mental focus; she had come so far, she was not giving it up now.

He motioned for her to attack, and part of her was wary; the name of this technique was a little daunting, and considering it amplified strength, she was eager to learn. Dispelling any fear in her body, Midori stepped forwards and propelled her fist towards his face, aiming a perfect strike towards his jawline and watching him carefully, waiting to see how this technique worked. She would learn everything he had to offer, and not hold anything back; it was the only way she was ever going to start to be able to catch up to him in any way.

Satori waited patiently for her to swing, and when the punch finally shot forward his body relaxed. Instead of flexing or building up a tremendous amount of force, he waited patiently for her until the swing was near his face; and then he shifted his body to the side. Timing it specifically so her momentum sent her punch right past his face, it wasn't unrecoverable, but the timing was everything. The reason why became clear half a second later as his fist suddenly appeared right in front of her, aiming to smash into her chest. It was no faster than normal, but the timing, mixed with her own momentum sending her flying toward it caused the power to be far greater than before.

Even if she blocked, she'd find whatever part of her body she used stinging due. The blow had been nearly as powerful as Arhat had been, but the amount of effort he had expended was clearly nothing even close. Similarly, there had been no actual stance, no 'tells' to follow through as the style was based entirely on reading the opponent, timing, and momentum with a bit of help from chakra. After the initial exchange, he grinned a bit and straightened.

"Now, guard," he stated bluntly. He showed her the counter, no for the offensive. He launched himself toward her suddenly, going from relaxed--to an outright sprint. No signs of an attack forming, once more until the last minute before his entire bodies momentum was suddenly transferred into a powerful elbow aiming for her head. Once more the force would be considerable.

Midori could sense his body relaxing, and almost instantly made the connection between this and the last stance, but as her strike came at him, he slid around it smoothly and countered her completely.  She was so enthralled with watching the technique and the way he moved that as the fist connected to her chest that she was struck by in completely and stumbled backwards.  That was an amazing technique, and she couldn't help but smile as she tried to get air back into her lungs.  He had aimed specifically for an area that was strong because the power behind that blow if it had hit a critical area would have been devastating.

After a moment or two, and the stinging throb in her chest was mentally held in check, he told her to guard... and she went into her normal guard, but there was something different about it; her limbs were a bit more loose, and while there wasn't chakra flowing through her limbs yet, she had been practicing enough that it was definitely present, on tap, waiting to flow.  She wouldn't have any problems moving forward with enhancing herself using her normal chakra, a sign that this training was working wonders for helping her progress.

He charged, pretty typically, but the moment that he got into range, she quickly used some of her chakra to help her react to it; she wasn't getting caught off guard again.  Not only that, but she was using a combination of enhancing her coordination and perception at the same time, sliding under the elbow but only barely, landing on her hands while putting her feet under his chest, pushing upwards as she flipped backwards to try to use his momentum to toss him gently away from her.  The drunken style combined with the enhanced capabilities made it to where this was much more likely.

Standing back up, she turned and got into a guard again, and waved him forward as it was her turn to try what she had witnessed.

The initial impact of the blow sent into her chest caused a wide grin to form on his lips, not due to the pain he'd inflicted on her, Satori wasn't so petty. But instead, because he knew that she was watching it carefully. The moment she then tried to counter his on movements using her techniques, Satori simply halted his body before she could land her counter, also halting his punch. Satisfied she was understanding the concept well enough as he straightened and smiled softly.

"Don't use the styles too liberally, we're almost done so it'll wear you out," he warned idly, before cracking his knuckles and leaning forward slightly. Waiting for her to attack as his eyes narrowed in focus. He needed to make sure she had this technique down well before they moved on to the final style. She'd probably like that one as well, but considering it was a last-resort kind of technique, he was wary of teaching it to her without perfect body control and timing.

Taking a moment to take a breath and reign her chakra back in, she nodded, but felt the need to make a single comment. "Is there a way to use the other chakra for that?" she asked, almost at a whisper so that the students and teacher couldn't hear, and even if they did they wouldn't understand. Satori though, with his sharp hearing, would be able to understand it perfectly, and likely would respond with a simple nod or shake of his head, and she would have her answer. But now wasn't the time for a lengthy discussion of that topic... instead, it was time to find out if she had this technique down or not.

There was a defensive and offensive aspect to it, and it was all about timing; getting that last second movement to prevent the enemy from having time to react. Preparing herself for a moment, she moved in with a short dash, moving in close before even hinting at what she was planning, relaxing and suddenly dropping into a slide and putting all her momentum into a kick aimed at his chest, fueled by her Chakra in what would prove to be a powerful blow if he managed to dodge it.

Who was she kidding... it was Satori, of course he would dodge it.

Her question caused Satori to arch a brow in thought. There was a chance of course, that she could not use it for anything that wasn't related to her body alterations that her bloodline caused. But, on the other hand, it was all just chakra in the end. It was possible, but she was asking if she could use it right now, so he shook his head. Too experimental. They'd give that a shot when they were together in private. Instead, Satori watched as she dashed toward him at high speeds, his hands clenching a few times as his body remained relaxed and calm until the very last moment.

Only then did both of them act, and Satori's pupils expanded as the kick flew toward him. Measuring the raw power she was dishing out quietly, and seeming content with the difference in comparison to previously. The powerful kick approached him at high speeds before he jerked quickly to the side as her foot smashed into the ground behind him instead. The technique opted for tremendous raw strength increase. It was difficult to measure the power and speed of the strikes initially due to this.

The sudden reliance on momentum was usually... difficult to master. He recalled using this on Kiyoshi and the man ruthlessly taking advantage of that opening to smash him head-first into the ground. Satori would just dodge. No need to scare the children.