Taijutsu instructor needed

Kiyogi would have to take his time here in Kirigakure. He needed to study this place from its agriculture to its shinobi. To calculate the point value here and see if it was up to his standards. He was already perusing public records when he had free time. Often eating a mere unflavored protein bar and a bottle of water. He didn't go out of his way for anything but the essentials. He observed some areas for improvement but all an all the economy and ecology appeared to remain strong here. Much like Konoha its climate supported a good deal of plant life and their proximity to the sea allowed for the harvesting of fish. Some considered the constant grey skies and rain to be depressing but for Kiyogi this was more pleasant than the cold barren mountains he had been raised in. Or rather raised himself. Without much need for a guardian figure early in life. He exceeded human needs as a child and now he had no need for most socialization. However some research was insufficient. An example being he was taking up taijutsu as his next focus. However book study and self practice did little. Nor would a civilian. 

A civilian simple could be dealt with quickly and efficiently. Without struggle and without noticing him to begin with. What he desired was more of a self defense measure should he be forced into the light and have to defend himself. Besides that most of the clan techniques involved with the blast clan were based within taijutsu. He was not a ninjutsu specialist himself however and as such was not efficient in developing new ninjutsu. He could memorize existing ones but could not create a formula for new ones. However if the majority of the clan techs were based on taijutsu....he could develop his own by mastering the body. It sounded simple enough. However he had reached the limits on what book learning could provide. He needed to develop his own taijutsu and in order to do so he had come to the grand Kirigakure training grounds. It was here he approached the front desk and requested any willing taijutsu practitioners for a lesson in taijutsu. Having made the request at the front desk Kiyogi would go and settle into a seat to wait out however long this took. Reviewing data in his memory as he awaited anyone. Practice was the natural step after theory. 

For now Kiyogi had a large scroll with him containing the entirety of his equipment. Wearing none of it and having sealed the bijuu coin away for now to avoid any sensory ninja. Should even a little of its chakra leak out he would be noted thoroughly. Along with the artifacts he held and drugs he likely wouldn't get away with talking his way out of questioning. While he wasn't a citizen here he truthfully wasn't interested in drawing attention or making a name for himself negatively. He was both a surgeon and an assassin by trade. Still he was settled in with a black set of shinobi pants and a black turtleneck over black dress shoes with modified soft soles for silent movement. A pair of thin black gloves with no fingertips on his hands. He had heard of a technique here called the silent killing technique. He would rather like to get his hands on that. Still black hair hung loosely on his head as honey colored eyes stared emptily straight ahead. Even his blinks were slow and deliberate as he waited. His frame however was thin. Not appearing as one may with experience in taijutsu.

"Hey, Katsuya" Mamoru greeted the receptionist as he signed his name on the paper work at the desk, but before he could choose the training room, she held her hand on his pen. "I'm actually really glad you're here, Mamoru She said, with clear sign of stress in her voice. She let out a heavy sigh as she threw herself back in her seat and looked over several sheets of paper, scattered about on her desk
"Whoa. What's up? Anything I can help with?" He asked jovially, hoping to ease some of that stress. She was a people pleaser and tried her best to help everyone, even when an issue arises and she can't say "No" or "Can you come back at a later time".
She looked up at him, the weight of the stress evident on her face. "A foreigner arrived shortly before you, requesting a taijutsu practitioner, and it seems all of them are currently booked at the moment. I know this is a lot to ask, but would you mind helping him?" Katsuya asked, and quickly continued before Mamoru could say anything."I see you working so hard training your taijutsu every day, so I know you're capable." She added, her tone sounding more hopeful.
"Of course I'll help. As best as I possibly can. Where is he?" Mamoru asked, looking around. Just as she pointed him out, Mamoru noticed him, since he was the only new face in here.

Mamoru approached where Kiyogi sat. He normally would have on his white kimono, but today was a day he had rigorous training planned, so he wore a simple white sleeveless shirt, with black shorts that went slightly passed his knees. The shirt and shorts were somewhat tight against his toned muscular physique, indicating his dedication to his training and keeping his body strong. Since Taijutsu was his primary skill.

"Hello!" Mamoru greeted the man with a friendly smile as he drew near. "It's good to see a new face here. My name is Mamoru Kaguya. I was told you were in need of a Taijutsu practitioner today. I would be honored to help you out" He said, giving the man a quick bow

Kiyogi would stare straight ahead. Not fidgeting or busying himself with study. Slowly blinking in timed intervals for ideal eye preservation. He remained motionless for the most part aside from the steady slight movements of breathing. In truth despite how still he was the man was reviewing data he had collected since entering the village. Collating it and creating graphs in his mind. He had found some overlooked discrepancies and easy solutions for both the economy, ecology and efficiency of the village but he wouldn't present them to anyone likely. It would all be utilized in his data for whatever purposes he deemed necessary. As of yet Kirigakure had proven itself more prepared to fight of an attack than Iwa or Suna had been. If Ren were present there was a chance they had enough firepower to deal reasonable damage and escape. Without portals however such a plan was doomed for failure here. It meant fighting their way out. Raijin had teleportation abilities but setting aside the chakra required for it...His thoughts paralleled as he continued his work in his mind. A well built and tall young man had approached the counter and was having a conversation he could overhear with the attendant. 

He would analyze the young man. His body suggested rigorous training in the taijutsu arts. The young man had a build of an athlete. Empty eyes would shift to look at the mans hands. Kiyogi had been an assassin in Iwa. An Anbu that was trained to assess a situation and eliminate a threat. At a glance he could tell this one was roughly Tier C as far as fighters went. Beyond an academy graduates capabilities but still not too much of a threat. Likely a strength based fighting style focused on heavy combinations of fists and elbows. Similar to Muay Thai. The Arhat fist style if he was lucky. Still by the time Mamoru moved Kiyogi had sized him up effectively. A strength based fighter at that tier would normally not be a threat to him. At least not if he used any of his techniques. However the purpose of today was to increase his understanding of taijutsu. If he simply wished to assassinate someone or defeat them he wouldn't have made himself known. It wasn't his style. This new training method was to fully unlock his blast bloodline he had implanted and learn to defend himself if spotted and attacked directly. 

Still Mamoru would approach him and he would stand slowly and purposefully. Kiyogi was a thin build and a head shorter than Mamoru but nothing changed about his expression. He was neither excited or afraid. All that reflected was the emptiness in those eyes. As if he was looking right through Mamoru and studying everything. In truth he was taking in all his surroundings constantly. All distances to exits and time to reach them. Obstacles shifting in the way so he always knew the shortest route to escape. However he would bow his head in return to Mamoru after he introduced himself exactly as the man had. Perhaps bowing was a custom here? Still he would raise his head and begin to speak. The tone and voice was as monotone as his gaze. As if he was playing the part of a human being. 

"I am Kiyogi Uso of the sound village. Your availability to train a foreigner such as myself is appreciated. I have just begun the practice of taijutsu as I have few other options in the way of combat skills. I will be in your care. You may lead the way to your chosen environment and I will follow."

Mamoru held eye contact with Kiyogi, trying to get a sense of the man, but he felt nothing. Just an empty void in those eyes. It was stark contrast to his own high spirited personality. Even as he rose to meet Mamoru, he assumed, because of his thin stature, that Kiyogi's movements would be quick. But the man presented himself almost as if he had no soul. Just a husk of a man going about his days, as a human should. It gave Mamoru the Heebie-jeebies just thinking about himself in the same way. It definitely wasn't for him. Of course, this was just the first impression of Kiyogi. He would be sure there was more to the man than met the eyes.

Mentally shaking himself free from his thoughts, Mamoru would bring himself back to the present, as Kiyogi spoke. ""Oh. I see. I see. Sound Village you say..." Mamoru scratched his chin thoughtfully "I don't recall ever hearing of that place. Then again, Geography wasn't my strongest subject. I could barely memorize any of the minor countries." Mamoru said honestly, with a shrug. He had no reason to pretend that he did know about the village. Hell, he barely traveled passed the gates of Kirigakure. He did make a mental note to study up on the world at some point. He was beginning to disagree with his younger self that there was definitely more than just training. Knowledge was also power.

Leading Kiyogi through the Grand Training Facility, they passed several occupied rooms. Thick glass panels lining the outside wall, leaving the inside of each room visible. Some people sat reading scrolls, possibly studying techniques they planned on learning. Others were actually working on mastering techniques of various elements and skills. As they passed one room, two shinobi stood across from one another. Just staring at each other. One held up a single handsign, while the other looked to be in a daze. "Oh cool. It's pretty rare to see someone practicing Genjutsu here" Mamoru said, watching the two shinobi as they walked passed.

"Ah. Here we are. Room 137" Mamoru said turning to enter the large secluded room. Unlike the other rooms they passed, this one was not visible. Some people preferred the privacy. Mamoru being one of them, so the receptionist always saved him these types of rooms. Mamoru walked to the center and turned to face Kiyogi, his arms laced behind his back. "So, is there anything in particular I can help with? Or would you prefer we just got hands on with a spar?"

Kiyogi didn't mind that the man didn't know where the sound village was. Nor did the young man inquire further. He was a fighter but he wasn't in charge of much it seemed. Lower ranked perhaps? Still he wouldn't divulge further information unprompted. Already if there was a mishap the name of the sound village would be on his lips. Perhaps even to the point that they would actively begin searching for it. If they didn't already have the location on file somewhere. Still he would follow without question. His empty gaze shifting from room to room. It was a unique training facility that held a great deal of potential for growth. Kirigakure hadn't really been on his radar for a need to be sacked because their point total was consistently growing. However what they did appear to have was nationalism. Pride in their country made for difficult recruiting standards. While he could train someone from here he wasn't certain anyone would be open to it. He was likely to have more luck with someone rebelling against the norm. Someone who stood out and wished to stand apart. This Mamoru seemed to fit in too well but the taijutsu experience was necessary for his personal growth. 

Still as they walked passed several rooms he would observe the display  The comment about a lack of genjutsu was interesting. He would note to utilize his genjutsu more in the event of a need to escape. If they weren't using the school of genjutsu much they were unlikely to be used to defending against it. Even the  genjutsu he was witnessing being displayed was low tier and merely meant to daze an opponent. However he had heard rumors there was a bloodline here that made genjutsu into reality. He certainly wished to use the ability for himself. Being able to bring things into reality physically with his mind was something any genjutsu user should covet. It would change the world. Still he would shift his gaze back to Mamoru. Analyzing his movements and size as well as weight. He knew he could counter this one if needed but he didn't want to reveal his cards. Besides this was a strength based fighter. A category he lacked. He would find it to be good practice fighting in close quarters without utilizing blast release. If he did then questions could arise about his connections to iwagakure. 

Still they would enter into a room. Number one thirty seven. The number made him question just how many rooms were present in this facility. Still he appreciated a room for privacy. The room itself was a facility white with lights above and an open floor plan. Kiyogi could feel the floors beneath his feet had a little spring to them and were softer for absorbing impact. The texture of the walls looked padded as well. So it was a room designed for close quarters fighting with no more than a thirty meter diameter. Almost like a boxing ring but a circle with no ropes. He would position himself five meters from Mamoru as he let his eyes lift up. His shoulders relaxed as he contemplated what move to use. He would test out his defenses first so no need for an offensive move. Not yet.  He could utilize as needed to fight back other techniques but he would avoid any poisons, genjutsu or clan techs from either of his clans. 

"I think a direct course of action is the most suitable for gaining an idea of each of our levels. You may begin as you see fit. I am in your care Mr. Kaguya."


Analyzing Mamoru 1/1

"Sounds good to me" Mamoru said. He took a moment to let several thoughts play out in his head, as he and Kiyogi stood there, eyeing each other down. Fighting with Jin and Lady Kit, gave him some insight that the Arhat Fist Style was way more widely known that he originally thought when he first learned it, so he would take the opportunity in this spar to learn to not rely on it so much. It did have it's uses, but up against an agile fighter like he assumed Kiyogi was, his moves would be too slow and predictable. He had a lot more options now. Too many to choose from, really. But ultimately, he decided to hold all his cards for now, and bluff. Just keep it simple. Mamoru dashed forward at full speed, closing the five meters between them in a little over an instant. Feigning a style, Mamoru's legs went wide, his arms were up, in front of his chest and partly his face. He threw a jab with his right hand at the upper part of Kiyogi's body, but instead of striking, he would reach out and grab for his clothing. Mamoru would be ready to reach out further if he would instead lean back to dodge. This was to keep him at arms reach, but he would do his best to keep his eyes on Kiyogi, trying to analyze the man, to anticipate his defense or next move. He didn't have time to hesitate. Whether he was able to grab Kiyogi or not, Mamoru would lean in on the man, transferring his full weight to an uppercut aimed for Kiyogi's gut. But he wouldn't stop either. Unlike the Arhat Fist Style, which wasn't meant for a combination of strikes, Mamoru would continue with an onslaught of punches. All the while, he would try his best to watch how Kiyogi would defend or dodge, advancing on Kiyogi, if need be. His body twisting with his thrust of his fists to add speed and force, each punch precisely but erratically aimed between Kiyogi's face and torso. Mamoru was done just pushing his body all the time, it was time to start pushing his mind to it's absolute limit

Kiyogi would watch as the young man would prepare himself. Taking a moment to think through his attack as he thought about his own line of defense. Mamoru was clearly built better than Tadara. That meant his hits would land for actual damage if they did. Blocking was unlikely to be much of a goal so much as dodging and countering. It wasn't not doable but he would need to consider his options. Aside from that this was a spar not an actual battle so his usual lethal use of chakra scalpels was out so getting around that muscular endurance was going to be a chore. Still it was better for him if he didn't win this fight. It was for educational purposes after all. Leaning into the idea of learning what taijutsu capabilities a warrior nation produced. They both appeared to be starting without the use of any bloodline abilities at least. After all Kiyogi couldn't without revealing his own connection to Iwa. At least not without subtlety. However for now he would settle in and wait for mamoru to make the first move. Prepared to counter as possible and avoid any vital strikes. His expression cold and empty for the entire bout. 

Mamoru would start by closing the distance almost instantly. His speed was impressive at least. Roughly C tier by the look of it. Honeyed colored eyes would take it all in. Kiyogi took a step back but halted himself there as he didn't wish to seem to capable. The grapple on his shirt was a good tactic he supposed. Keeping an opponent from being able to keep any level of distance from you. Kiyogi would pull back as much as the fabric allowed as he used both hands to strike out at the free arm targeting him. He was weaker certainly but one arm was working against two. He would keep his left hand as an open palm to push the incoming rain of blows to the side while the other formed a prominently forward knuckle. Striking at the inner elbow along the muscle there. Attempting to force it to bend instead of a straight strike. Reducing the force behind it and ideally driving it away. However some strikes to the torso would still make contact. Each time there would be a shift to his torso as he adjusted to shift the blow away from real damage. He would bruise but nothing vital was facing danger this way. Mamoru would likely feel his hits connect but not properly...as if it wasn't a fully solid hit. If he took those hits to the muscle grouping in his elbow it would gradually feel difficult to bend as the muscle would be tender. For now the arm holding his shirt was ignored as while it did it's job it also occupied that arm.

Mamoru's was beginning to regret his decision to grab the man's shirt. At first it seemed like a good idea to keep Kiyogi from dodging too much, but he didn't think far enough ahead to account for himself to be down an arm, while Kiyogi still had two free hands. Stupid. Stupid mistake. His mind began to plague him with disdain after he his first few strikes not completely hit their mark, but also Kiyogi had struck so precisely against the softer muscle of his inner elbow, each time he swung his arm. But Mamoru pushed those damn thoughts aside and had to remember all the hard work and training he put in. He was better than this. It was only one minuscule mistake. His mind was clear of the murkiness of those damn depressing thoughts and he could focus more clearly.
With Kiyogi more focused on his attacking arm, Mamoru felt the man pull his body away just as far as the fabric would allow his body to move. A new countermeasure came to mind. There was no doubt Kiyogi would go for his inner elbow again. It was becoming sore enough, but he pushed his body through soreness already. But Mamoru would still throw another punch with the same attacking arm as before. Once Kiyogi would go to deflect a blow and possibly strike his inner elbow again, Mamoru would reel his right arm back, then he quickly shift his body weight to propel his left arm towards his face, letting go of Kiyogi's clothing as he did so. It wasn't a very powerful punch, more of a sucker punch that would hopefully momentarily stun Kiyogi. A moment was all he needed for his body to shift to the Arhat Stance, before he would leap forward. His right knee rising upwards into Kiyogi's abdomen or gut
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CP: 133/135
{Perk: 1 Rank Taijutsu Cost Reduction}
D(E)|Arhat Fist Style -1CP
D(E)|Rising Knee -1CP

Stats

• Strength: C -> B++ (+1 tier Arhat Fist and +2 advantages Rising Knee)
  
• Constitution: C -> B (+1 tier Shikotsumyaku Bloodline passive)
  
• Stamina: C -> C+ (+ Lifestyle passive)
  
• Speed: C
  
• Coordination: C
  
• Intelligence: D
  
• Perception: D
  

Techniques Used:

Kiyogi would watch all of the attacks. His own strikes were having little effect on the man despite the critical point of repeated impact. It would appear without tools or chakra his taijutsu held little hope of doing real damage. He simply didn't have the build for it. A punching blade perhaps? Something to adjust from the lack of damage into something more suitable. He preferred to consistently find ways to conserve chakra when fighting. Still this for Kiyogi was like watching it all in slow motion and observing each movement. Calculating and adjusting as much as possible. Even with his movement limited he wasn't really taking damage yet either. 

However he would note when the arm was yanked back and the other launched forward. Releasing his shirt as he did so. Kiyogi was free to move again but did not wish to truly reveal how capable he was. Instead he would shift his head. The punch glancing off his forehead instead of his face and like the blows before it not dealing the damage or effect Mamoru had intended. Every impact would feel lackluster as Kiyogi saw a way to take a hit but not take the force of it. 

Still the shift in stance he would take special note of. This stance was called Arhat according to his studies. A stance focused in increasing the power of ones blows and aiming to do damage with the bodies hard points. Elbows and knees primarily with fists and kicks mixed in. It was still appearing as if in slow motion for Kiyogi but he had to be honest, if he didn't have freedom of movement this particular shift wouldn't be in his favor. Even with two hands blocking would become difficult. He needed to even the playing field. He would see the rising knee and adjust his position. A light push off the ground to keep himself from bracing to take the hit. Instead he would place both hands on Mamoru's thigh and use the upwards motion to push off. Lifting into the air and appearing to do a backflip as he used his body to hide three rapid hand signs. 

Dog-Ox-Rat

He knew Mamoru would probably be pursuing him. Kiyogi had been on the defensive so far but needed to fight back at some point. So he would jam his thumbs mid air into his shoulders three times so when he would land facing Mamoru he would assume the Arhat stance as well. Mimicking the man but with a surprise up his sleeve as he attempted to lure the taijutsu specialist into attacking. 

-3 chakra :

Strength +2 tiers
D-B

Damn. He's as quick as I suspected. Mamoru thought as he felt his fist barely make contact with Kiyogi's head. It became more apparent when Kiyogi pushed away from his rising knee. Did this man need an instructor? Or a training partner? Mamoru didn't feel like he could pass on any knowledge or insight, at this point. But maybe he would learn something about the man later on, to help him on his way to better his Taijutsu. Then again, Mamoru was being highly aggressive. He felt like he had to be though. So with Kiyogi pushing away from him, sure enough, Mamoru did advance after him.

Unaware of the hand seals and jamming his fingers in his shoulders, Mamoru did take note that Kiyogi had shifted to the Arhat Stance, which meant he was about to go on the offensive. Good. He was eager to feel the man's power. As he approached, he feigned the Arhat Stance and delivered an open palm right at Kiyogi's chest. But really, he had no real power behind this attack. He was more focused on tensing his muscles, bracing himself for an attack from Kiyogi, and watching for any sudden movement from the man
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CP:130/135
Body of the Bear -3cp

1Stats

• Strength: C
  
• Constitution: C -> B++ (+1 tier Shikotsumyaku Bloodline passive and ++ Body of the Bear)
  
• Stamina: C -> C+ (+ Lifestyle passive)
  
• Speed: C
  
• Coordination: C
  
• Intelligence: C
  
• Perception: D
  

Techniques Used:

Kiyogi would watch his sparring partner advance. He had watched and adopted the stance through observation quickly. Evading impacts and blows had to have been a focus for him prior to now. He wasn't the most constitutionally focused so he would usually avoid direct confrontation. He had some jutsu and ability to boost himself of course but hadn't really had a use for them up until this point. Still this was perhaps the most he had ever raised his strength in an attempt to go on the offensive directly. Before a well placed blade or chakra scalpel was enough. Now he was finding out the hard way how taijutsu affected those with a weak body. 

Kiyogi would land but with no respite even as he adopted the arhat stance. Mamoru was already on top of him. A persistent fighter and should he have actually found himself in a combat situation with him would be hard pressed to actually evade these attacks fully. However he was on the offensive finally. Even as Mamoru charged forward to attack he was observing him and watching for an opening. The arhat stance looked...different but close enough. Another form perhaps? Either way Kiyogi would keep with the method proven so far. He would shift to take the palm as a glancing blow before thrusting his own palm at the opponents sternum. 

However even if this did connect it would have the opposite effect of what Kiyogi intended. The sternum while useful for stunning and pushing back was a bodies hard point. Even at B rank strength Mamoru had braced himself so the cracking sound wasn't the sternum cracking but the sound of Kiyogi's forearm breaking. Two tiers of strength difference to constitution meant that his blow had damaged himself. Still at the sharp pain Kiyogi registered the damage and backed off rapidly. Shifting out of arms reach and then leaping back again before holding up his clearly broken arm. His voice and eyes eerily calm despite the clear damage.

"I need a momentary break before we resume if you do not mind. It seems my body was not ready to keep up with the advanced strength of the technique."

As Mamoru sent his palm forward, sure he had his body braced, but also he had every intention of using one more counter measure. Unfortunately, Kiyogi was quicker. Before he could get his arm in the way of Kiyogi's strike, Mamoru felt a heavy pressure on his chest, followed by cracking sounds. He instinctively winced, awaiting for the pain, but suddenly realized that the cracking sound wasn't his bones cracking. It was Kiyogi's arm. Mamoru blinked for a moment, still rubbing his sternum, as Kiyogi backed away and calling for a time out, with a calmness Mamoru just found...eerie. Any normal person would be in much more pain than what Kiyogi was showing, which seemed to be absolutely none. This man was definitely intriguing

"Yeah. Of course. Take you're time. I definitely don't want your arm to be damaged any further." Mamoru said with a warm smile. "Trust me. Arhat was the very first style I learned and even with my Kaguya bones, I still struggled, even fracturing my shoulder at one point." Mamoru chuckled and stepped over to the nearest wall as he spoke "But I've definitely gotten much tougher-" Mamoru paused speaking as his body, now facing the wall, shifted to the Arhat Stance. Rotating his body and pushing his arm forward with surprising force, Mamoru's palm slammed against the wall, the thunderous sound of the impact echoing throughout the room. He moved his arm, revealing a small fissure with tiny cracks extending outward. "Now I can even do the Shattering Palm without feeling the strain as before. Just slight discomfort Mamoru said grabbing a bottle of water and taking big gulps. He grabbed another bottle and held it out towards Kiyogi, silently asking if the man needed some
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CP:127/135
[Arhat Stance -3CP]
[Shatter Palm -5CP]

1Stats

• Strength: C -> A (+2 Tier Arhat Stance and Shatter Palm)
  
• Constitution: C -> B (+1 tier Shikotsumyaku Bloodline passive)
  
• Stamina: C -> C+ (+ Lifestyle passive)
  
• Speed: C
  
• Coordination: C
  
• Intelligence: C
  
• Perception: D
  

Technique Used:

Kiyogi would wait on guard until the other seemed to acknowledge his injury. It was pleasant that this was a controlled environment. In an actual battle he would have had to have found a way to make do. As it stood understanding the bodies limitations in boosting his own strength was valuable information. Still he would grab the wrist of the broken arm with his free hand and with his strength still boosted from the three pressure points he would give his arm a yank while bracing against it. With a tightening in the face and a small grunt Kiyogi would reset the bone. Cautiously he would flex his fingers as he assessed that he set it right before tenderly forming hand signs. Even with his cold demeanor his hand resisted the pain of forming the two signs with the fracture. Ox → Tiger was mostly formed with the use of his good hand but he did manage both signs before his free hand would take on a green glow. He would lower his fractured arm to his midsection and cradle it there with the mystic palm holding it in place. It wasn't all that serious of an injury but he would make sure the bone fully set.

Still he would let his honey colored eyes shift to the young man as he explained his own experience before doing some damage to a concrete wall. It wasn't on the tier that Kiyogi was used to seeing but he figured the young man to be about chunnin level. He could be taught and be useful if he were the type. However he seemed kind and innocent. Two traits Kiyogi wasn't certain would suit his needs. Still he would shake his head at the offer for hydration. He needed both his hands at the moment and despite calculating in the exertion of the training it wasn't the optimal scheduled time for rehydrating yet. So far Kiyogi had not broken a sweat. He wasn't fighting all that seriously after all as he preferred to hide his true potential. Still those empty eyes would study Mamoru as he continued the healing process.

"Tell me Mr. Kaguya, you have clearly trained yourself physically with purpose in mind. You're at a decent point level combat wise. What is it you train for? What is it you are trying to achieve?"

Jutsu: