An audible gasp escaped Kenta. It took a moment to register what was happening. Reflexively, his arms squeezed the boy for a just a moment before releasing.<br/><br/>"Good night" Chaz mumbled before walking into his home. Kenta stood stark still, his gaze fixed on the home.<br/><br/>"Good night,"<br/><br/>The morning rays filtered in through the trees, bathing the forest in warm light. Birds had already taken to singing their morning songs and Kenta was regretting his decision to stay out near the field. He wiped the sleep from his eyes before gathering up his clothes. A small dark green satchel bulged with its contents as Kenta rummaged around for some pants, a clean shirt, and his water tin.<br/><br/>"Nope, no, uhh nah," he gave one of his shirts a sniff test. The odor was so strong it made his face hurt "yeah, not that one," he hummed as he looked over all the clothing items before resigning himself to a pair of white shorts "gotta do laundry I guess" he said as he hopped into the pants. It took no time at all for him to tidy up all his clothing and stow them away in the satchel, he strapped the pack up and slid it onto his back as he walked toward the training field. Jumichi was already there, he was dressed in shorts and a long sleeve. The headwrap headband made him look as if he were about to do spring cleaning. He was holding a large beige ball under his arm. A weak smile played across his face, but his eyes were dark and droopy. It was easy to tell he hadn't slept.<br/><br/>Kenta pointed at the ball giving him a puzzled look. He chuckled in response "You wanted to know how I did that technique, right?" he jimmied the ball under his arm a bit before motioning for Kenta to follow. The pair "trained" together for a few hours. It felt more like a game of keep up than anything else as the pair juggled the ball with their feet. It got so intense that they had actually managed to leave the field and end up in the forest. It took a bit of time to get his timing down, but Kenta finally managed to outlast Jumichi.<br/><br/>"I think that's all I can handle for right now," Jumichi said between ragged breaths. Kenta gave a light laugh as he hopped down from a nearby tree branch.<br/><br/>"I've got a report to fill out, but I'll see you later, alright?" He looked a bit bright now than he had when they first began, despite his exhaustion.<br/><br/>"Cool, and get some sleep," Kenta remarked, lazily tossing the ball back to him.<br/><br/>"Yeup" Jumichi raised his voice as he walked back toward the village.<br/><br/>Kenta made his way back to his stuff, just in time to see Chaz at the training field. His body lay supine near scorched earth and battered training dummies. He came to just as Kenta approached, his hands gripping the straps of his pack while he meandered over. He whistled as Chaz sat up.<br/><br/>"Hope I don't have to pay for the show, I didn't bring my wallet." he smirked as he raised his voice to call toward him. He stopped a yard or so away.<br/><br/>"You okay?" his tone was genuine but not overly concerned. Something told him he was just a bit overzealous with his training. He retrieved the water tin from the side of his pack and held it out to him.