Kristi
"To be blunt, Ninjutsu has a lot of practical uses that most of the people of the wall overlook, which makes me have pity for some of your people." He knew that it was rude, but it was true. Many techniques had little direct combat use, but could still be used for combat related activities if used correctly. 

"Sadly enough, those were the only two i actually know. From what you said though, i can certainly understand why visualization is very important. I feel as if this ball of light is actually more accurately shaped like a sphere. So there's an achievement i would assume." It didn't take long, but after some time holding the ball of light, Gihachi would deactivate it since it was draining an unnecessary amount of chakra, that he couldn't pump out so much a day. "I shall thank you properly. Have you ate in the past seven hours." He asked.

This was going to be Gihachi's way of thanking Murano, by buying him some meat.
Nelson
Murano chuckled, seeming not bothered by what could be considered an insult. "No, you're probably right about that one. Guess it's good that we got a fresh perspective on it all now." 

"I'm glad you took to it so easily. I supposed it helped that you'd already had some training before coming to me. Guess those courses the government gave out weren't for nothing. At the mention of food, his ears would perk up just a tinge. He was indeed starving, it'd been quite some time since he last ate. 

"I haven't, actually. I don't know if you've been yet, but there's a really good ramen place nearby. Want to join me?" He'd pay for Gihachi's meal of course, a welcoming present of sorts for coming to Nora.

[This is 

Only a few hours after his meal with Gihachi, Murano would return to the training grounds. He'd made an appointment to meet someone else there today, his long-time friend and training partner, Kana. If anyone was going to be able to help him train his reflexes, it'd be heard. The other day she'd pulled off some pretty crazy moves in their spar, not the sort of stuff a shinobi with average reflexes could do. That was the sort of height he was hoping to reach, even if it'd take him a year or more. He wore his usual garb, with the addition of his new Captain's tabard. While he waited for her to arrive, he'd take a seat on one of the nearby benches and jot down notes for the rest of his training sessions next week.
Sachiko
Kana seemed to have chosen to forgo her usual dramatic entrance into the training grounds. She simply wandered into the field, almost as if she was lost, before spotting her friend across the clearing. A strange, almost despondent air hung around her, despite her putting on a small smile as she jogged over to him. She was dressed up as usual, weapons and all, but for someone as observant as Murano, and someone who'd known her for quite some time, it was obvious to him by her even paler skin and messier hair that she seemed to be lacking sleep. 

"Yo! Heard you wanted me to beat you up again today."

Her tone was almost entirely normal, her appearance the only thing giving away that something was eating away at her inside.
Nelson
Murano had been friends with Kana long enough that he for sure knew something was up when he saw her. Of course, the lack of a Dynamic Entry by itself was also a sign that she wasn't her usual self. He'd throw her a small wave and smile as she made her approach, quickly stashing his notebook back into his pocket. 

"Yea, something like that. Hoping it won't be as bad as last time." He sort of glanced around, unsure of how best to broach the topic of how she was feeling. Lacking any tact, as usual, he'd opt to just ask her about it. 

"You, uh, feeling alright?"