Patricia
The Goliath merely nodded at Kagayaki at first, pausing for a moment before giving room for his speech. "**Disturbance Taijutsu, for me, is the very essence of pure violence. Unpredictability, ferocity, uncompromising velocity; all of it combined**" He explained, cracking his neck. 

However, next, she explained. He remained silent for the duration of her explanation, simply nodding at her after she spoke. His eyes scanned the wiring around the trees and nodded once more; mostly to himself, but nodded nonetheless. 

"**Another example of the Shinobi art. May you all be free from this deceiving norm that plagues us and return to embrance the valiant way of us, Samurai**" He spoke, furrowing his eyebrows at the net of strings. In all truth, he felt not a hint of anger towards Kagayaki. Nor against other Shinobi, for that matter. He just believed it was unfortunate that people had to be led astray from the path he was born into, is all.

"**Could you do me a favor, Ressha Kagayaki?**" He inquired, cracking his fists. In a moment, his body erupted a slight wave of wind that knocked some pebbles out of his way and gave way for a more vascular body. His spiky hair shot up, and his skin turned somewhat redder. "**If you could summon a clone, I'd sincerely appreciate it. My Chakra Control and Pool are severely lacking due to the fact I've opened the Eight Inner Gates, and I need a target practice**"
Renee
Kagayaki frowned at his statement, "Hey what's that supposed to mean." She didn't appreciate his insult to her preferred fighting style, even if he didn't mean anything by it. "Wires and shuriken are elegant and intricate. Ninjutsu is beautiful and powerful." She responded with her own honest opinion. Throwing weapons, traps and lightning were her strongest tools, and she wouldn't let someone stomp on them so easily.

"I don't know much about your Samurai way, but please don't call the fruits of our effort 'deceiving'." She shook her head, trying to regain some of her composure. "My clones aren't very good for practice, but here you go."

She made several hand seals with her right hand, "Haze Clone Technique." She called out and ten copies of herself appeared around her. "They're not hard copies sadly, but they might be enough." She took a few steps back, "Just tell me what you want me to do with them."
Patricia
Konjo-Okami frowned at her as well, crossing his arms in a sharp, hurried gesture. He was the type of fellow that'd speak his mind, even if it makes the entire village ridicule and banish him from its rank. "**You take offense to it, as if you are to blame. Being over-protective of your ways, is it? A pity. You claim disrespect, however your over-sensitivity urged you not to even hear me out, nevertheless hear of my people's way**" He snapped back at her. 

"**You Shinobi will stick to your ways, and we will stick to ours. This is the way it's always been, and it seems it'll remain that way a little while longer**" He quipped. His cousin, Hideyoshi, would've likely scolded him for that, were he right then and there. However, Konjo-Okami was an impulsive man. There was nothing that could be done about it.

Instead of speaking, he launched himself forward. His speed was great; greater than that of a Genin. His leg shot up, breaking thorugh the fragile form of the haze clone.

"**I am going to destroy them one by one until I learn my technique**" He simply spoke.
Renee
Kagayaki refrained from rolling her eyes. She could tell Konjo-Okami was a rather serious person and clearly in love with ways that'd been passed down to him. She had no quarrels with people who followed their own path, as long as it didn't hurt others. What annoyed her was that it seemed he believed his was superior, a mind-set she found dangerous and annoying. She sighed, arguing would get her nowhere, even if she wanted to answer back to him, she didn't feel like interrupting his practice.

She watched as he tore through her clones, she shook her head, trying to push away the bad mood she'd gotten in. This was typical of her,normally cheerful and friendly, but when something ticked her off it took her a while to get back into her usual mood.

The haze clones regenerated as he took them down, though mere illusions, it seemed they would serve their purpose. She took the time to think about how he could help her practice her own once he was done. There wasn't much he could do it seemed, other than potentially serve as a target like she was doing.
Patricia
Kicking and punching the illusions served its purpose, it seemed. Konjo-Okami's great Taijutsu skill was enough to adhere to this fighting style with adequate success. He found it hillariously fun to utilize, too. It's as if he was a wild animal relying on its primal instincts. It was a far cry from his own fighting style, the Yamazaki-school. Nevertheless, it was fun to utilize.

After punching a few more clones, Konjo-Okami stopped. He cracked his neck and fists once more, feeling the tension built in them after the little exercise he just completed.

"**Alright, now it is my turn to assist you. What would you have me do?**" He asked. Much like Kagayaki, Konjo-Okami didn't have much to add to this makeshift feud, or momentary argument. Whichever you prefer. The two disagreed and likely didn't quite like each other, that's how he saw it.

He was bound by his honor to help her, though, so he wanted to at least fill out his part after she helped him.
Renee
Kagayaki watched him fight her clones and took the opportunity to take deep breaths. This whole ordeal had vividly reminded her of her first meeting with Kazuko - where the two had almost seriously injured each other. Yet now they were on rather amicable terms. If she could learn to like Kazuko, then this giant, who seemed kinder than the Kaguya, shouldn't be much harder. 

She was much calmer once he approached her, but if she had to be honest she'd completely missed on his training. She'd been focused on flowing chakra onto her jutsu and calming herself down, so she hadn't payed much attention. She felt she needed to apologize for the rough start, she'd gotten a bit too angry as well.

She hesitated whether now would be the best chance to, but as always she wanted to get it out of the way before they started practicing. If she had to be honest, she wasn't even sure this would help them get on friendlier terms, but it would ease her mind. Scratching her head, she began. No one like apologizing and she was no different, "So.. I'm sorry about before." She came out and said it, bowing her head a bit. "I did not mean to disrespect you or your ways in any form."

Still embarrassed from the sudden apology, she continued. "As for my technique, I'd say you can help me by serving as my target this time. I need to know if my wires are tight enough and in good places. How does that sound?"
Patricia
Konjo-Okami simply stared at her with a confused, furrowed eyebrow'd gaze, as if trying to understand her. 

"**You know, there's a reason I'm against this tradition of you, Shinobi. And it's not that I disrespect it. Instead of promoting honesty, it promotes deceit and treachery, even if indirectly. Naturally, it has intrinsic influences on the way of life we know today. People hide behind masks.**" He said, pausing for a moment. His speech, in his view, had a point to come. "**I will not lie to you, for instance. Even if the truth lingering in my mind is painful. And you don't need to apologize to me either, because you didn't hurt me and you didn't offend my way of life. You don't have to feign niceness or to actively exercise it, even. Pain is a part of life. And I, for one, stand by my truth. So I will not apologize to you. And I will not accept your apology, because it's obsolete**" He spoke. A rather philosophical man, Konjo-Okami was. He built the speeches in his mind to (probably) be bigger and more impactful than they are in reality, but it doesn't mean he wouldn't say them.

"**I will gladly serve as your target, now. Do your worst. I'll survive**"
Renee
Kagayaki heard his speech, eyes focused. She absorbed his words, thinking about what he was saying. Her training seemingly forgotten for a moment. She sighed, scratching her head. "Every shinobi is different, even if we all abide by the same principles. I don't lie if I can avoid it, I suck at it to begin with. But not everything is so black and white as you put it. There are times and places for each thing. Lies and deceit are necessary some times, even if honesty is considered the more moral of the two."

She took a few steps back, pulling out her shuriken to resume training. She kept walking back until she was in middle of a few trees and began throwing shuriken to strategic positions. She did her best to position the wires so they wouldn't be very visible. While she set up her technique, she kept talking. "I'm not feigning niceness, apologizing for something I think I did wrong is who I am. Even if you think I didn't do anything wrong, choose not to accept it or say it's obsolete." She paused for a moment, "If you could come running at me like you intend to attack me I'd appreciate it - just don't hit me please." She joked at the end, with a smile.
Patricia
Konjo-Okami disagreed with her, but he saw no point in advancing this argument any further, much like Kagayaki before. He simply remained quiet and nodded at her, preparing himself for her request.

When she told him to bolt forward, he nodded once more. He envisioned the process in his mind, measuring just how much velocity to employ for this purpose. He finally gave off a mental nod, mostly for himself, before he charged.

Doing so with his impressive speed (**B**   ), it'd likely be faster than she expected. However she wouldn't really have anything to worry about, since he sped into the wires themselves; he wasn't interested in tackling her or something like that.
Renee
Even Kagayaki's fast reflexes could barely keep up with his speed. She had not expected him to take this so seriously, but her mistake, she should have guessed. As such, she took a moment too long to cut the appropriate string beside her, which caused the wires to rearrange.

She'd intended to restrain several of his limbs with the wire, but her delay had made it so only his left leg was caught by two strings. 

Once he'd stopped, she approached, collecting her shuriken, "Which limbs do you think I should try to restrain? Also, thanks for going all out, but go one step slower next time please." She asked his opinion, as a close-quarters fighter he'd have much better knowledge as to what he needed to properly fight a close distance.
Patricia
Once more, the Yamazaki Genin offered one of his firm nods of the head to Kagayaki, right before he elaborated with his words. The answer he had his mind required no pondering upon. "**The legs. It'll cripple them just enough for you to kill them**" He simply spoke. While he wasn't particularly glad to go along with such "Unworthy" Tactics, he and Kagayaki, in essence, had the same goal; the good of Noragakure. 

"**And alright. I shall do it again, slower**" He added. Right after he spoke, he essentially deactivated the first gate "Mode". He wouldn't need it for the fight anymore. And in retrospect, he didn't need it up until that point, either. But no matter.

He untangled his left foot from the wire encroaching it, made some distance, and charged once more, at a slower pace. Hopefully this time, she'd be able to catch him on time.