Hakuda | Taijutsu [Taichou/Mirja][Open]

Taichou Ryakketsu gazed longingly at the training dummy that stood before her, sighing. "I feel like I'm never going to get the hang of this shit.." She spoke, before raising her bruised and dirtied, running them through her hair. It was a habit of hers when she was stressed.

She charged at the dummy, pivoting on the ball of her left foot; throwing her hip into it, she extended her right leg, plowing her shin into the body of the dummy. Retracting her kick, she bounced on her toes, circling the dummy in order to strike it again.

This time, she held her fists at eye-level, extended in front of her. She counted off in her head, 'One, two, three combo, Tai.. You've got this..' Her right fist was the first to fly in the direction of the dummy. As she reached out with it, she tucked her jaw tightly into her arm before recoiling the strike; defending her face with the same hand. Launching with her left fist, she struck the dummy again.

Upon striking, she shifted fists again, returning her left to its position near the outer corner of her brows, her right fist then ringing out in resistance to the air, as she threw a right hook in the direction of the dummy once more. Striking it directly in the body, between the ribs, where the left kidney would effectively be located.

Taichou pulled back, her brow furrowing in frustration, as she realized that her timing was completely off. Feeling defeated, she decided that she'd take a seated position, lowering her buttocks to the ground as she wiped sweat from her crinkled brow.

Mirja was watching Taichou train, and it was quite amusing, really. She didn't have any style, no instinct, and her strikes were so way off they were like Lactic acid. Eventually unable to take it anymore, she got involved, walking up to the seat she was on, and planting a kiss on her forehead.
"You know, Doll. If you want to learn how to fight properly, all you've gotta do is ask. I'll be here to help you train whenever you need it. I am your mentor, after all. What kind of mentor would I be if I couldn't help you with this?" Mirja asked, stroking her face tenderly, and just, admiring Taichou's abundant beauty.

Like that of an excited child's, Taichou's face lit up, before she began to speak, "Sometimes I'm too prided to ask, maestro-sama.." Tender concern filled her eyes, as she glanced off into the distance, visualizing the examination that was looming on the horizon. Her master's touch reassured her, though.

It filled her with hope. She shifted her gaze back to Mirja, asking her, "Will you show me an actual combo, maestro-sama?" The words danced from her lips, and the wind began to pick up, causing tendrils of the girl's onyx hair to frame her face, elegantly despite the fact that she was now further disheveled.

Mirja sighed, and shook her head softly. Pride was the cause of all downfalls, in her mind. But she was going to train that out of her Doll, and make sure it stayed gone. So, Mirja ran her fingers through Taichou's hair and ruffled it playfully.
"Ohh, I don't know about combos. You've got no style, no flare, no skill, no....anything really. You've got to walk before you can run, my Doll. And right now you can barely toddle without smacking your face off something" She teased, before pulling her up off her seat, and taking over over to the dummy. Her hands slid across Taichou's body in a pseduo-erotic manner, before finally reaching her arms, and bringing them to a proper pose. "You've got to factor in which, of the many millions of styles, you want to use. And then work around that"

"I like running better than walking," Taichou stated as she was now standing in front of the training dummy, poised like someone who actually knew what she was doing. Her face reddened in response to her master's touch, but returned to its pallid nature as she steadied herself. "I've always been kind of a scrapper..." She trailed off, gazing at her hands, before fixating her gaze on her maestro.

Mirja giggled at the comment. Running was usually better than walking, but she seemed to have missed the concept of the idiom entirely.
"It means you can't do something until you first learn to do that which precedes it. Like you can't use Kido without first learning to control your Reiatsu. You've got to establish a style and learn the basics before you can do combos" she told her cute little doll. Taking a deep breath through her nose, swimming in Taichou's scent, she returned to her words after a few moments. "And scrapper is not a style. Boxer, is a style, scrapper, is not"

"B-but.. In Rukongai we were all kind of scrappers." She tilted her head as she spoke, a giggle now too rising from within her throat. Her voice began to falter, "What style do you think would suit me? I want something that will be effective, and not force me to expend my energy quickly, so I can still be formidable with either my kidou, or my fists."

Taichou removed her left hand from her stance; raising it as if to scratch the back of her head in consideration. Her eyes moved to gaze off into the distance, while her she mentally envisioned herself awesomely doing backflips while punching opponents out. Fire began to burn in her eyes, as the young Ryakketsu began to shadow-box absentmindedly, creating the sound effects, and crowd roar, without even realizing it.

"And now you will be a fighter. You have me, one of the best teachers in the whole of fighting to help you along with that. And if you want something that won't expend a lot of energy, and that can help with the use of Kido, you could always try Chinese Kempo. It's...kind of hard to work with a training dummy, but I could teach you. It's a defensive style, with counter attacks secondary, defense primary, and actual attacks just, not factored into the style at all. It's not a main for a fighter, but for a Kido user, it's a good suppliment"

Then she started to mess about with the imaginary crowd and shadow boxing, which made her smile, rather broadly. "Or you could learn Boxing, go to Earth, becoming a world-class fighter...that'll get you the crowds"

"I'm not concerned with crowds. I just want to become the best in the Kidou Corps!" Taichou exclaimed, before pumping her right fist into the air as a symbol of her determination. Lowering it back to her side, she spoke again, "Let's try this Kempo thing. I've never heard of it, but then.. it's the Soul Society." Shifting her gaze back to that of her master's, she awaited a response, chewing her lip as she did so.

Wetting her lips in concentration with her forked tongue, she did her best to pay attention to what her Mirja-sama was about to say to her.

Mirja nodded at her desire to try Kempo. It was a nice enough thing for a beginner, not actually having anything offensive for her to get caught up in, so making it ease - enough - for her to grasp the basics of.
"Alright. But we can't really do it with this kind of dummy. Be right back" she said, kicking off in a Flash Step, and being gone for a few minutes, before returning with a more complex looking thing. It was thicker, and had six arms, with segmented pieces that made it look like it moved.
"This is a moving dummy. Does exactly what it says on the tin. Good for Kempo. You block the incoming attacks, for now. Just hone your defensive capabilities and reflexes"