Hugh
"Oof . ."

He let out a grunt as she had landed on his legs. He looked up to her, and sat down. He so wanted to just . . Rip open her First Gate. To see how she would cope with it, though he supposed it couldn't be helped. He held his back, and rubbed it. It was quite sore, and with Kazuko wriggling around on his leg, it just added to the pain. Though he did not do anything, as one wrong move and she could gnaw his leg off. He did not want that happening to him, no sir.

"Did you want to learn a technique?"

He asked her, wondering if she had wanted to learn a technique. Though now he was sitting up, so it kind of just looked like an awkward position that they were both in. He had waited for her answer, as he had learnt his technique and everything he wanted to do with it. Next week is gonna be the time that he was going to learn his first ever Kanabo technique. He had the Kanabo, but now he had a specific technique to utilise it with. Very, very nice.

In his mind anyway, he had wanted the Kanabo to inflict heavy trauma damage to people, and he was using the Zanbato to slice apart. He might even be able to combine Wind Release, his natural born element and utilise Nintaijutsu, though very briefly. He would not be able to withhold it for very long, and he would most likely just pass out if he tried to use it more than twice. That's why he was just going to learn it as a one-trick thing, if he so needed to do it.

"Well?"
Greg
*You get what you fucking deserve! Well, did he deserve something like that? Her intentions were to inflict pain, since he also was so exhausted that he may not be able to do much right now without his stupid Gates. She was way too much into Ninjutsu to even consider using the Eight Inner Gates. It would be the most stupid move one can do. In fact, she wasn't even sure if she could learn that at all in the first place... Nah, no need to think about it too much.

Kazuko watched him sit up just like that, which made the girl growl and poke his leg with a nail - and it wasn't that soft, oh hell nah. It was like a little knife stabbing him, but she did not make him bleed.* "Dumbass. Fucking weirdo." *She just looked away from him. What was that now? Well, Take did not have to understand that, since he was dealing with Kazuko here right now. All her behaviour may be interpreted in a 'weird' way. She didn't really act that normal. Though his question made her thing. After training her Genjutsu her like that, she had the idea to take it one step further and learn something new: A technique created by her. Or was going to be created, because she already had the idea in her head.*

"Yes. A Genjutsu. My own, I thought about it for a while." *She said, still not looking at him though and just sitting there on his lap. But then, it kind of struck her out of nowhere. That position was a weird one indeed, and Kazuko only now realized that. Widening her eyes, the girl just quickly stood up and gave his leg - for no apparent reason - a little kick as well.* "I..." *That was embarrassing. What to say?! Weaving a few hand seals just like that, she growled. That growl was to typical for her that one might think she is just angry. But no, it is the trigger for her Genjutsu. What happened after a short moment was pretty cool, or so she thought.*

*She turned around to face him again, angry face and all. No blushing, though definitely not the 'angriest' face of them all, as it had something else mixed into it. What Take was able to see now was... Wolves. Out of nowhere some wolves appeared behind her, like a pack that she was the leader of. They growled like real ones, and suddenly jumped on Take to bite his legs and arms. She could make it worse and let them bite more painful parts, but that was all she wanted him to experience for now.*
Hugh
He sort of just stared at her for a moment, and when the wolves pounced on him he kind of just sat there, he didn't know what to do and was in shock. Though soon enough he had broken out of it. Holding his head he wondered what to do, that was a Genjutsu, right? Blegh . . Looks like their training had been concluded.

"Man . . I'm starvin' I'm gonna go to the Bistro."

With that, he got up, sheathed his weapons and stretched.