fandomhighdorms | The Salle; Thursday Afternoon.

John was there in workout clothes, ready to kick Setsuna's biker-shorts-clad narrow ass with his leet sword skills.

Yeah, that was going to happen in about three days from, oh, never.

Setsuna nodded to John as he came in and then cocked her head toward the bench, where Diasuke her katana and Eleanor her Western sword were sitting on the bench in front of the weapon's locker. She was already armed with Yuunagi. "Choose your poison," she told him, curious as to which he'd chose, "unless you have your own steel?" She tried to think if she could recall ever seeing John with anything other than a practise sword in the gym.

John looked at her.

And then got a very wicked grin.

He bowed and left the room.

For a good 20 minutes.

You'd think he'd forgotten her.

Until he returned with a length of chain wrapped around a shoulder and his Alien Stabbity Steel Rod, with the smashy end and the pokey end and ew, there's still dried alien guts on it.

He didn't say anything, just let his not-quite-normal grin speak volumes.

And Setsuna, face in palm, wondered why she ever though this would be a good idea.

She sighed. Heavily. "John, I'm not teaching you these techniques unless you choose a proper weapon. I suggest the katana, because the broadsword would be a bit unweilding for what I'm going to be teaching..."

"Oh." His face dropped. He put his Alien Trophy down and picked up both swords, getting a feel for each, before putting down teh Western style sword for the katana.

"...Are you ready to take this seriously, now?" Setsuna asked, still a little annoyed at him wasting her time like that. "Because this is serious stuff, John..."

"I am. And that was serious. If you've got a sword, I want something that's as quick but with a longer reach." He tests the katana out more, finding the balance.

Setsuna gave her nodachi a look; he did have a point with the whole thing about reach, although, really, the pole and her longsword were about even. "Well," she said, "a lot of them rely on an actual blade..."

"Right. Martian Pig Sticker's more of a lance, really. Not very swordy." He continues some kata with the sword, getting a feel for how it moves and limbering up.

Setsuna watched his kata closely, trying to guage the level of experience with Eastern styles. "Before we start," she said, "how familiar are you with the concept of chi?"

"I've heard of it. Way to focus the energies of a person, facilitate healing inside a person, project attacks outside the person. I've done meditation, exercises, but never had anthing noticable happen to me. Not sure if it's real and I can't do it or if it's just kung-fu bunk."

Setsuna nodded a little. "It isn't just kung-fu bunk," she assured him. "In fact, it's crucial for these techniques. A lot of demons, I dare even venture that most of them, cannot actually be harmed with just weapons. You need something extra, like magic or, in this case since I'm not very magical and I don't believe you are, either, the manifestation of chi to cause an energy attack...."

She paused and studied John's face. "Am I making sense so far?"

"Yeah. I've tried to do this before. Mom had me training with some mystical blah blah guy, which was total ass, as all he did was just get drunk and make me whack a tree with a practice sword, telling me I was doing it wrong. Asshole. Telling me to focus don't do shit, dickwad!" John wasn't exaclty shouting, but he wasn't talking to Setsuna, either.

"Um. Sorry." He looked sheepish. "Fun childhood memories." He paused.

"So I could learn to focus my chi?"

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