After getting herself one of the dojo's gis, it was time to go to work. Sodachi had already given Majima a rundown on the art of training. She had managed to catch the bit about "training slots" as she came back, a bit that confused her. Luckily, it was information that was unimportant to her. What was important was her first training session... Punching training. A heavy bag had been set up, and Majima tapped on the side. "I want ya to hit this thing. I wanna see just how much you know about punching."

"How much I know about punching? What? You just swing your fist forward! Like this!"

A sharp pain shot through Tomoko's arm as her fist made contact with the heavy bag. She didn't break anything, but it was clear to Majima that he had a lot to cover. "You keep punching like that, you ain't gonna have arms anymore. Let me show ya how it's done!"

"First up!" Majima took on a low stance, his right hand pulled back close to his body, his left kind of dangled towards the ground. "When yer in a fight, ya gotta get into a good stance, even if it's a street fight. A good stance sets ya up for the perfect punch. Yer hand's already pulled back, close to the body. Yer other hand's up front, ready to defend the fuck outta yourself! Second! Don't lock up yer arm. Keep it slightly bent, 'er else yer gonna fuck up yer joints! Third! Twist your body! Lean into that punch! Fourth! Don't just go for the one punch knockout! Always be ready to beat the ever livin' fuck outta them! Don't let them put their guard up! Lastly... Watch and learn!"

Majima was like a blur, as he landed blow after blow on the poor heavy bag. Thud! Thud! Thud! The bag swung with more intensity with every hit, before a final one sent the bag flying off it's chain. Tomoko was completely speechless. Not only did she not know the amount of technique that went into even a single punch, but Majima's demonstration was awe-inspiring. After another heavy bag was set up, Majima once again tapped the side. "Almost forgot! I know this is 'punch training,' but sometimes you don't have to punch. You can hit shit with yer palm, yer elbow, that bony bit in yer wrist... Switching it up can help out yer offense."

Tomoko's first instinct was to get into a stance. However, she didn't actually know a proper martial arts stance... So, she just got into a good old fashioned Ryu pose. Her next course of action was the punch itself. She twisted her body, her fist flew towards the heavy bag.

Thud.

It still kind of hurt, but nowhere near as bad as the first punch. That, and the pain came from her fist, something that was... Y'know, supposed to happen. She made the bag swing a little, but not much. She wasn't a very strong girl, after all.

Majima wanted to rile her up, though. He wanted to gauge just how strong his pupil was. "Come on! You call that shit a punch? Put some anger into it! See that bag there? That's yer worst enemy!"

She knew the bag wasn't literally her enemy, but Tomoko decided to take that advice. In her mind's eye, the heavy bag took on the shape of a certain girl she knew. That blonde hair, those shifty eyes, that look of perpetual indifference that screamed "I fall asleep in class!" In her mind, that heavy bag was Yoshida. With that in mind, she drove her fist forward with every ounce of might that she had. Another strike landed, which was just as ferocious as the last. Strikes landed, one after the other, until Majima was forced to intervene: Tomoko's knuckles had started bleeding. "Not bad, kid" He complimented, giving Tomoko a pat on the back. Tomoko was gasping for air, pushing her body like that had made her winded. Majima gave her a quick break, while he contemplated his observations.

"Yeesh, kid's ferocious. Training her's gonna be real fun!" With that done and over with, it was time to move on to the next bit of training.


After a quick rest, Tomoko was ready for the next "training slot:" Kicks. This training was actually intended to be training. Majima sat down on a bench, "Alright, Kuroki-chan. I want you to do a kick, at face-level."

Tomoko was a little confused. One kick? At face level? She wasn't complaining, that would be easy! Just-

Fuck. That kick sucked. And kind of hurt her thigh. Alright, time to try again.

Dammit, this is harder than she thought. Why the hell is kicking so hard? Majima just sat by, laughing to himself as Tomoko flailed her legs ineffectively. "I've got my work cut out for me. Kid may have got the mind, but she sure as hell ain't got the technique, or the physicality." After a few more minutes, he let Tomoko take another quick break. And with that last break, all four of her "training slots" had been filled. Sodachi walked up to Tomoko and Majima. In advance, he requested that he set up Tomoko's fifth and last "training slot" for the day. A meeting, he called it.

"Saejima took his students out for drinks, and that helped a lot! Tomoko may be a bit young for drinks, but that doesn't change the principle. Taking her out to eat would be a good way to not just give her a rest, but to help build your bond as teacher and student."

"Sounds good, I was gettin' hungry anyway. Kuroki-chan! C'mon, we're goin' out to eat!"

"Oh...! I-I... Well, okay..."

Without any knowledge as to her destination, Tomoko was dragged back out into the streets of Kamurocho, with one of the city's most feared and respected criminals at her side.