It was a bashful type of motion that Kiseki made with every slow step of his feet; shuffling across the dirt with an embarrassed tinge of red to ears framed by the softest white, eyes not much harder in their blue pale. He sniffed the air, hugging a strap across his chest closer - tighter - firmer between shaking fingers, pulling the katana that hung off his back further up. His arms were already covered in bright welts, as easy as it was to break or bruise his fragile skin: but even in his sorry state, even with his atrophic movement, there was a determination that shown clear on dimpled cheeks. His bones, like a bird's, seemed to hollow decisively in their flex. He wasn't allowing himself any quarter with this - and that's why he sought out someone he knew definitely wouldn't. The only Shinobi nearer his age than an adult's that seemed to understand what they were meant to do. How they were meant to be.
"H-Hideaki-san," and he whispered as he found her, his voice rarely stronger than a chime. He sighed, straightening his shoulders, and resolved to look her in the eyes: atlantis meeting intent. "I was hoping you could ... you could help me. Train. If you could teach me how to ... use this." And he indicated his sword, Serenity, acquired only weeks ago as a mission reward. It was an artifactal weapon, but it held an unbending quality - one he was now trying to emulate. "I'm not really picking it up on my own. You seem like, uhm, like you'd know something about ... fighting? I've never been very good at it, and I've never used a weapon more complex than a Kunai. All I have as a Ninja is -", a wince, "my chakra control."
He shifted, thumbing a loose strand of snowy down from his cheek. "Do you think you could help me?"
"H-Hideaki-san," and he whispered as he found her, his voice rarely stronger than a chime. He sighed, straightening his shoulders, and resolved to look her in the eyes: atlantis meeting intent. "I was hoping you could ... you could help me. Train. If you could teach me how to ... use this." And he indicated his sword, Serenity, acquired only weeks ago as a mission reward. It was an artifactal weapon, but it held an unbending quality - one he was now trying to emulate. "I'm not really picking it up on my own. You seem like, uhm, like you'd know something about ... fighting? I've never been very good at it, and I've never used a weapon more complex than a Kunai. All I have as a Ninja is -", a wince, "my chakra control."
He shifted, thumbing a loose strand of snowy down from his cheek. "Do you think you could help me?"