"There's still an opening," Uren cried out as Sasuke jabbed her quickly in the ribs. The bruise was already forming even as the Uchiha retracted his hand. "You keep shifting out of the stance I taught you," he continued, irritation lining his tone. "Keep to it or I'll always be able to hit you." 'You'll always be able to hit me regardless of my stance, wonderboy.' Uren thought moodily to herself, her face scrunching up to show her dissatisfaction at the way the 'lesson' was panning out. So far all Sasuke had done was show her the correct stance, demand she took said stance and then he had began striking her from every angle while scolding her on not keeping her stance. "How am I supposed to defend myself," Uren growled through gritted teeth. "If I'm not allowed to move from this stance?" "You can defend while keeping your stance," Sasuke replied, apparently unaffected by the girl's tone. "The stance should move like liquid...like water. A stance is not a still position, not in my mind anyway, the stance should flow from one body part to the next. It should feel natural," Uren gazed at him with interest. Sasuke stared back at her for a moment before moving closer to her. Without asking for permission, the boy lifted her hand and began rearranging her into the initial stance he had taught her. "When I next go to strike you," he murmured, his lips dangerously close to her cheek as he moved more parts of her body. "Keep in mind your stance; do not stay in the same position, but do not break it. Do what is natural to the stance, not what is natural for you." Uren's breath came out shallow as a red blush overtook her skin. "Y...yes." she nodded. Sasuke moved away and Uren felt herself missing the close contact. And then Sasuke darted forwards, his fists ready to harm her body. Uren moved quickly; managing to throw Sasuke's hand off course, of course this didn't truly affect the Uchiha, Uren knew that Sasuke could still easily defeat her; improving her stance would have no affect upon any battles against him, but she was learning a better way of blocking attacks; something that had usually been her downfall against stronger opponents. "Well done." Sasuke nodded, stepping back and refraining from continuing his attack. Uren nodded, suddenly overcome by how close he was, once again. He stood directly in front of her. She stared at the ground and a silence past over them, Uren felt she should say something...something meaningful, but emotion was not her forte (and it was not, apparently, Sasuke's either) and so she settled on the easiest option. "Th...thank you." she managed, still a little outstanded by how enamored she was feeling with the Uchiha. "Hn," Sasuke tilted his head to the side slightly and Uren could feel him judging her, apparently he was pleased enough by what he found and he nodded as he stepped back. "You should wear your hair back too." Uren's head snapped up at this. Training was one thing, but fashion advice. "Excuse me?" she demanded, all her embarrassment, at what she was feeling for him, gone in an instant. "My hairstyle is perfectly fine! I know you think you look great and, trust me, you do, but my hair has nothing to do with..." the girl trailed off when she realised Sasuke was smirking at the ground, apparently amused by her outburst.
"I meant to make fighting easier," he stated slowly, before glancing up. "Your hair might get in your eyes, as it's so long." "Oh..." Uren murmured, feeling another flush of embarrassment take over her. "Yeah...that...that makes sense..." "I look great do I?" Sasuke pressured, that small smirk still upon his lips.
Uren stared at him in horror, just now realising what she had said. She looked frantically around before looking back to him; wanting to regain some of her ferocity and respect back, she stepped back. "...No!" she yelped before poofing out of there. Leaving, for once, a rather surprised and amused Sasuke Uchiha in the training room. 'Hot headed, reminds me of Naruto, hmn,' he mused to himself. 'But with her stance improved, she could come in handy...' Then the Uchiha poofed away; the usual thoughts of revenge returning to his head. However...there was still a small, irritating part of his mind focused on the way Uren's hair had swished as she had denied what she had yelled.