"A tonkotsu lamen, please. Make it big."
Ayame smiled bringing up the order to her father.
"Order up!"
Hiroshi smiled and banged his head on the counter.
"That good a day huh?"
Hiroshi glanced up from the top.
"Some days I wander Why I left the bed."
She laughed. Hiroshi groaned banging his head again.
"Yes, my suffering nourishes you."
"Ikamuzu-san?"
Hiroshi blinked looking up at a teen with a massive scar across his nose.
"Hey Iruka-kun."
"Is this a bad time?"
"Not at all pull a chair, sit on the ground."
Iruka stopped for a moment huffing. As he entered the table.
"I still don't think you are that funny."
Ikamuzu snorted.
"Coming from the brat that used to throw paint balls on my store. I am not impressed."
Ayame gave a glance at Iruka who blushed.
"That was five years ago."
"I still remember as if it was yesterday."
Hiroshi looked up for a moment and smiled.
"Hey Ayme, put a big ball of whatever Iruka wants on my tab!"
The teen shinobi sputtered beside him.
"What?"
Hiroshi smiled at him.
"Happy birthday Iruka!"
Ayame smiled and went inside to grab up another order. Iruka scratched his cheek embarrassed.
"You don't need to do that you know?"
Hiroshi smiled.
"Need? No. Want? Yes."
Iruka smiled and order up. The two passed the evening talking about how life being treating Iruka and his goings as a genin.
"And the bloody cat is a menace! And freaking d-ranks are just chores!"
Hiroshi laughed up from the teens disgrace.
"You did your bed, now sleep on it."
Iruka was a little silent after that.
"I wish I knew better of the bed."
Hiroshi looked up at him taking a somber note on his face as he looked ahead.
"Wanna talk about it?"
Iruka shrugged halfheartedly.
"My teammate died."
Hiroshi glanced at him and he shook his head.
"I already talked to my jonin sensei and a councilor. I am… will be okay."
Hiroshi nodded and let it be.
"I just felt so unprepared. I don't feel like the academy is really teaching the genin well."
Hiroshi blinked and prodded his lamen.
"Well. What do you want to do about it?"
Iruka grimaced and looked up.
"I want to be a academy teacher."
Hiroshi nodded.
"Well how are your studies coming along? That is a lot of sleepless nights you know?"
He shrugged.
"I am not sure."
Hiroshi nodded.
"Your sensei not a help in that?"
Iruka grimaced a little.
"I am not what he wanted in a genin. It was my teammate he was dropping his hopes on."
Hiroshi nodded and thought for a moment.
"You know. There is this other kid with the, kind of the same idea. His name is Ebizu-kun, and he wants to be a elite personal trainer."
Iruka blinked at him.
"Study what you thought should be teaches in the academy and trade some ideas with him. Build up your idea of what should be teaches in the academy. Make a plan and present it to the Hokage."
Iruka spluttered again.
"You know the man was known as the professor. I do like to think he enjoys teaching."
Hiroshi stood up.
"Good luck Iruka. Whatever you decide to do. I am certain you will do great."
The slow and steady movements of Taiichi are ridiculously deceiving. The slow movement requires that you feel and every fiber of every muscle at every time.
There is point of the exercise that you enter in a state of trance, and is still awake. Hiroshi remember his old master in another life saying at one point he manages to see himself practicing as an out of the body experience.
And when you have chakra it seems a little more pronounced.
His old master was one the few that managed to flee the Chinese revolution and held the ancient knowledge of Kung-fu.
It was bizarre to witness the things the eighty year old man Chinese kung-fu master could do with his bare hands.
Hiroshi presence very unique experiences in his life, and he was okay with that.
As he finishes the movements of the training everything is still. Silent, and the sound of the wind blowing through the treetop. A thousand leaf's dancing in the air sounding like rain. And a man in green spandex crouched in front of him staring with wide eyes.
Hiroshi blinked once before waving.
"Good evening."
The man sprang like a coil.
"Yosh! That was a most youth style!"
Hiroshi flinched taking a step back as he tilted his head.
"Technically it is the wise style, an inner style."
The man looked sharply at him as Hiroshi begun a few simple routines of tai-chi.
"The ancient master who left the knowledge behind explain it is an inner style. From a pure physics point of view Tai-chi is the art of mastering the center of gravity and using the enemy strength against himself."
He then smiled sheepish.
"But it really hard to apply, and to use in combat. I myself use it as a meditation technique to center myself. I feel less fighting against the tides of the world and using then to my favor."
The man rubbed his chin.
"You said that was an inner style. What would be an outer style then?"
Hiroshi nodded and begun a few kung-fu routines.
"Although of relative different origins, he teaches then a little bit as complementary arts. Sometimes he would look at a disciple and tell him to practice Kung-fu, and sometimes he would glance at the disciple and tell him to practice taichi."
As he kept at the kung-fu routines he turned in a few kicks.
"Kung-fu has more appliance of strength into the fight, it works more on your yang… or is it ying. I never really differentiate then well."
The man hummed.
"Probably yang. it the more physical aspect of the energy and ying is the more spiritual aspect of it."
Hiroshi nodded in thank you.
"Kung-fu was made observing the movement of the animal kingdom. And according to legend is over five thousand years old."
The man in green nodded.
"So it is the better martial art."
Hiroshi tilted his head.
"It is very complete, but it does not hold if you fall on the ground. But the master also left to u. Not important is the sword, but the hand that holds it."
The man smiled with all teeth as light reflected form his teeth blinding him for a moment.
"That is very youthful! Where is the academy which teaches it?"
Hiroshi rubbed his eyes as blank spots danced in front of his eyes.
"There is a dojo in little Uzu. Ask about you might get some lessons if you really want."
The man disappeared and Hiroshi heard a call of youth in the distance.
"Huh."
Blue stood beside him.
"The one-armed man will be mad at you."
Hirsohi waved.
"Nah. It will be fine."