Susan
He just kind of looked at her, realising his lying didn't work. So he just shuffled back a bit, and then she had pounced. She had stolen his food and he didn't even get to eat them. He was angry, but not angry enough to say it aloud. He just kind of looked at her eating his food. A blank expression covered his face, and then went to his Shinobi pouch and pulled out more snacks and popped them in his mouth, scoffing them down so that she would not be able to eat the other snacks that he had for himself.

"Oh . . This? Nothing. I always get my gramma to do my hair, it's too long sometimes I don't know how to handle it."

The freckled boy said, looking at her as he wondered what she was doing. Why did she always talk like that? He figured that he could actually ask, as he was genuinely curious, but now wasn't the time. He began to continue walking, and turned around to ask her what she was going to do here. He was going to be training, maybe she was just here to annoy him and steal his snacks. Well . . She did steal his snacks, and he had ate the last of what he had brought out of fear.

"What're you doin' here anyway? Training? Cus I'm goin' to train."
Ruben
While Hachirou looked angry, Azuku looked pawsitively pleased with her successful snatching, eating her snacks with a small satisfied hum as she closed her eyes in a content manner, her hood still somewhat masking her face aside from the smug, satisfied grin. . . Though. . . Azuku hopped from foot to foot, feeling the weight of. . . Was she seriously getting tired already? She frowned at that, a small glare on her face, not any anger directed at Hachi, but rather, at her own incredible lack of stamina.

"Hachi, new job, listen up." She pointed at him, finishing the rest of her newly acquired snacks in between each word. "You train with me, right now. See, I'm too prone to taking cat naps, and that needs to change. . ." She hopped from foot to foot, giving another Cheshire grin as she gestured for him to come closer. "Today, you'll be Azuku's most *Fur*Midable opponent, so try and hit me, ya slow poke. As long as you keep me moving, that's the goal!"

She hopped again, leaning in to bap him on the forehead. "C'mon c'mon! Whatcha waiting for? Cat got your tongue?"
Susan
He just looked at her, and then blinked. Oh right, endurance. He wasn't going to punch her hard, as she'd probably . . Be knocked out from the first of it. She seemed to be wanting to not get exhausted as easily as she used to. Today would be the day that she had changed. He looked at her, and then nodded. He began to lead her to the training grounds where they would be training for the day. He placed his hands against his thigh, and then raised his fists.

"Okay . . You ready?"

He said as he began to throw punches, though they weren't strong. Just enough to cause an unpleasant sting if she got hurt. It was an incentive to keep her moving.