Tengoku had sent out a notice over two weeks ago and a second one as a reminder two days ago. Xia Hyuga was hopefully going to take the place of his taijutsu pupil. He would be focusing attention on her to improve her taijutsu skills and hopefully learn from her in the process. He wouldn't hide that he was after the secrets of the soft palm style. Attempting in vain to attempt to replicate it it seemed. There were secrets even the Hokage wasn't typically privy too. However as a sensory based dojutsu it hounded his thoughts. It was advanced as far as sensory went. Many said it was the greatest sensory technique in the world. He wouldn't doubt it either. A part of him wished he was a Hyuga but alas....Hyuga did not have dog like traits in the slightest. He would consider them more traditionalist in style. Why he coveted them over the Uchiha was actually rather simple. The Uchiha techniques were honed for killing...Designed to kill. The Hyuga techniques on the other hand disabled an opponent entirely. He didn't have the brains to do that medically but he was an exceptional sensory nin. Even having developed his own sensory style.
However he wouldn't forcefully take anyones eyes. Nor would he do it without the clans permission. Nor would he be lying to Xia about his intentions. He was fond of the Hyuga and didn't wish to betray their trust...whatever they allowed him anyway. He wanted to be an honest man so he wouldn't toss his morales aside for power. Heroes didn't do that and the world needed heroes now more than ever. So he would train and he would improve. He would build up Xia and a relationship with her built on trust. Still he was nervous about her response? What if she saw him as power hungry and just another greedy monster? He didn't like the idea of losing her. Not right now...not with Dahlia giving up. He couldn't lose more allies...more heroes for the people.
So for now Tengoku was training in an gladiatorum style training area. A big round sand pit with some fairly sturdy training dummies. Meant to be able to take and absorb impact. He found them to take his attacks rather impressively. They were designed to look like blue roman gladiators. The design alone was impressive with the dummies scattered around. Tengoku was wearing black pants and a black tank top with a sash around his waist. Two katana and a wakizashi were tucked there. His three famous weapons. On his ankles would flash a glint of golden rings and the ones around his upper arms and wrists were plain to see. Golden rings lined like folded angel feathers. His hair hung loose around his shoulders. His white wolf like ears at attention as always. At the moment he was focusing some frustration on a dummy as he slammed repeated strikes into its torsa at A rank coordination. Leaving indents all over it in rapid succession but not able to destroy it.
However he wouldn't forcefully take anyones eyes. Nor would he do it without the clans permission. Nor would he be lying to Xia about his intentions. He was fond of the Hyuga and didn't wish to betray their trust...whatever they allowed him anyway. He wanted to be an honest man so he wouldn't toss his morales aside for power. Heroes didn't do that and the world needed heroes now more than ever. So he would train and he would improve. He would build up Xia and a relationship with her built on trust. Still he was nervous about her response? What if she saw him as power hungry and just another greedy monster? He didn't like the idea of losing her. Not right now...not with Dahlia giving up. He couldn't lose more allies...more heroes for the people.
So for now Tengoku was training in an gladiatorum style training area. A big round sand pit with some fairly sturdy training dummies. Meant to be able to take and absorb impact. He found them to take his attacks rather impressively. They were designed to look like blue roman gladiators. The design alone was impressive with the dummies scattered around. Tengoku was wearing black pants and a black tank top with a sash around his waist. Two katana and a wakizashi were tucked there. His three famous weapons. On his ankles would flash a glint of golden rings and the ones around his upper arms and wrists were plain to see. Golden rings lined like folded angel feathers. His hair hung loose around his shoulders. His white wolf like ears at attention as always. At the moment he was focusing some frustration on a dummy as he slammed repeated strikes into its torsa at A rank coordination. Leaving indents all over it in rapid succession but not able to destroy it.
