A flat patch of sand and dirt surrounded by stones about fifty meters wide would be suitable for what she had planned, and she turned to address her trainee. “Alright, so we are going to make this simple. You are going to attack me. Give me everything you got, and don’t hold back. It will help me gauge how best to use your strengths and find ways to cover for any weaknesses you have. If you manage to land a solid blow on me, I’ll make you a kunai or some other weapon of choice… won’t be the best quality, but I’ll upgrade it as I shake off the rust on my forging skills. But if you can’t after five minutes or when you are just so exhausted you need a break, you have to sit in my lap for five minutes without complaint and talk with me.”
It was a lot to take in, and she prepared herself for objections; she actually hoped that she would object. But this was a multi-layered attack; she won, she got a weapon she could keep, which was good incentive and a way to practice her smithing. She lost, she had to work on that personal space issue and recognize Niko as someone safe. If she objected to the ordeal, it was proof she was gaining a sense of being willing to think for herself. No matter what happened, Niko won.