Goemon buried his face between his knees, audibly groaning even though the day had just begun and training didn't even start.
He could already feel an ulcer forming just from being around the two trainees.
"So the high and mighty Fire Dragon ninja can't even seem to train two junior ninjas on the first day of lessons. What a great start to our futures." Yakeru speaks out with some annoyance in his tone, letting out a huff and crossing his arms over his chest.
"I just need a minuteā¦" Goemon assures to the kid, not moving from his position on the ground.
"A minute that is wasted with you wallowing instead of training us." He quickly comebacks.
"You just love opening that mouth of yours, don't you?" Goemon looks up at the redhead with a glare, already annoyed with his voice.
"If it gets you off your ass, then yeah, I do."
Goemon stood up, straightening his posture and using his height to tower over the trainee in an attempt to show authority.
"Fine. Shut that little ass mouth of yours and change into actual training attire. Both of you." Goemon orders in a low tone.
Yakeru felt a bit of a chill shiver down his spine but his stubbornness kept his composure and stood in front of Goemon.
"Let's skip dress up and just get on with the training."
"We aren't climbing a branch until the both of you change into the proper gear for training."
Goemon and Yakeru held sparks between them. Their glares were very similar and the firmness between the two was unmatched.
"Fuyuko and I aren't doing shit. Ain't that right, Fuyuko." Yakeru doesn't get a response, finally breaking contact with Goemon to look for the albino. "Fuyuko?"
Yakeru turns and looks towards the courtyard and finds the girl skipping back towards the mansion. Even though she was being playful, her steps were nearly silent on the rocks and sand.
"Fuyuko!" Yakeru finally gets the girl's attention, raising his arms in dumbfoundedness.
"I'm going to change! I want to wear my ninja suit!" She calls back in excitement before turning around and skipping into the building.
"At least we have one trainee who won't give me a hard time," Goemon comments with a small chuckle.
"Go fuck yourself." Yakeru spits, walking towards the mansion to change into his gear.
Goemon watches as the kid disappears into the mansion before letting out a sigh. If he was going to act like this all the time, then training is not only going to be hard but also take longer than normal.
The ninja glanced down at his casual kimono and thought to himself that it would be wise for him to also change into his ninja outfit if he was going to train with the brats.
It's been a hot minute but Goemon was able to change into his gear in just a couple of minutes, stretching around and feeling the familiar tight clothing on him. It has been a while since he last wore his gear since he rarely did missions anymore and it brought back many memories.
Goemon's iconic ninja attire hasn't changed since he became a high-rank ability ninja. The tight sleeveless turtleneck with the silver choker. A sleeve on his right arm with the lightweight armor. Dark navy pants with the flared bottoms and dark crimson lining. His meticulously wrapped ankles and feet for support. He was never for the tabi boots unless there was snow on the ground, so he opted for the thin and flexible wrapped sandals. On top, he usually wore a kimono cover that was wrapped around his waist and only had one of his arms in the sleeve, but he chose to keep it off as he doesn't think he needs to be so dramatic with his clothing. Everything was exactly what it was since becoming a ninja.
Goemon waits outside for the two trainees. It had been more than ten minutes and he was starting to think that Yakeru maybe convinced Fuyuko to skip training and just left. But after another minute, Goemon hears Fuyuko telling Yakeru how excited she was about starting training and him replying with whatever.
As the two enter the courtyard, Goemon looks at them in surprise as they weren't in the general training attire.
Everything Fuyuko wore seemed to be tight-fitting and wrapped. She had on a skin-tight two-piece that was wrapped messily on the wrists and knees with tabi boots that looked to be tied just a little too tight. Even though it all looked unbreathable, Fuyuko moved comfortably in the suit without any effort.
Yakeru kept the color scheme similar. He also had a two-piece on that crossed over his chest and tightened around his mid-back, allowing a show of his six-pack and gold belly button jewel. His top only had one sleeve that he wore on his right arm, revealing a similar looking tattoo to Goemon's on his left shoulder which was left exposed. His pants were kinda baggy while being tightly wrapped in the middle of his v-line. He also wore tabi boots with his gear, which didn't go with the outfit and made him look a little off.
Goemon stood in silence as the two walked up to him.
"Ready!" Fuyuko announces.
"Before we start: how are you two able to have your own ninja outfits?" Goemon asks, amazed and skeptical about the whole thing.
"They allowed us to customize our gear because we are an exception. Guess that's the advantage of being an ability ninja." Yakeru explains with a bit of a brag in his voice.
"Okay, but why would Fuyuko look like a doll?" Goemon asks, scanning her outfit again.
"She doesn't have control over her ability yet. Any loose clothing would cause her to lose her balance or get snagged in the wind. So she wears tight-fitting clothes."
Fuyuko looks up at Goemon and smiles innocently.
"How is she so cute?"
Goemon blushes a bit before turning away from the two and beginning to walk towards the forestry behind the mansion.
"Today will really only be about assessing what you can and can't do. As ability ninjas, you have both the responsibility of being the offense and defense when in the field. And depending on what the ability is, you might be stronger in one than the other." Walking into a clearing, Goemon halts and faces the two trainees. "So I want you two to demonstrate something small for me."
"Define small." Yakeru insists.
Goemon holds out his hand and snaps his fingers, a flame appearing in the palm of his hand before fully engulfing it. He waves his hand around in some simple patterns and changes the density of the flame before flicking his hand and exhausting the flame from his hand.
"Your turn." Goemon nods towards him.
Yakeru rolls his eyes and holds out both of his hands. Without warning, they are both suddenly engulfed by the bright red flames; sporadically enough that it even surprises Yakeru for a moment before focusing on the flames.
Goemon could already tell that Yakeru was using too much power. He didn't know how to control the amount of fire he was using and the chance of losing control of it was high.
"That is enough," Goemon tells him in a frank tone.
Yakeru focuses on the fire and it seems to take longer to put out the flames than have them appear. He drops his arms to the side before the last of the flames went out and Goemon was able to see the sudden change in energy with him. Because he used so much without being able to control it, he wasted more of his physical energy than anything else.
"Fuyuko."
The albino nods enthusiastically before standing straight and inhaling deeply. Her red eyes narrowed as she concentrated on picking up even a little wind around them. And after a few moments, the boys were able to feel a gust of wind surround them in a little wind tunnel before the slight breeze turned into a flurry. The wind was picking up but Fuyuko was so concentrated on just creating it that she didn't seem to notice the tornado around her as she was the eye of the storm.
"Fuyuko! Stop!" Yakeru shouts, pulling her out of her focused state.
The wind around them dies and Goemon could only let out a sigh at the results.
"Are you two okay with constructive criticism?"
