First Day of Training: Souji Okita
Scenario: It's your first day of training, and the one who found you is the one responsible for your instruction. What will it be like to train with him as your mentor?
"'Kay, let's get this done and over with" Okita-san says, handing me a katana. I stare at it, my eyes shining with intense wonder.
"Wow" I breath. "I'm actually holding a real, honest-to-goodness katana!"
"And your point is?" He looks at me strangely. I suddenly realize what I just said and blush a bit.
"Ah, well, you see -"
"- you've never actually used a weapon before" he finishes for me. I nod in affirmation. Okita-san sighs and rubs the back of his neck before taking the sword from me.
"You hold it like this." He places the hilt in my hand and wraps my fingers around it. I blush deeper at the close proximity, but focus my eyes on the sword.
"You're going to want to swing it like this." He steps away from me, draws his own blade, then swings it expertly in the air. I do my best to copy him, but the heavy weapon is a bit foreign to me and I lose my balance.
"Ah!" I yelp as the hilt slips out of my hands and I fall to my knees.
"Hey!" Okita-san runs over to me. "What happened there?"
"Well, I tried to do what you did, but then I lost my balance, and I -"
"Don't waste your breath on trying to explain." He offers me his hand. "Here."
"Uh, thanks" I murmur as I place my hand in his.
"I guess we should take it a bit slower, huh?"
"If you wouldn't mind, that'd be great."
Okita-san picks up the fallen katana, then once again places it in my hand and re-positions my fingers. This time, he keeps his hands over mine and stands behind me, guiding me through the movements.
After some time, he is finally able to back away and verbally instruct me as he demonstrates the correct way to execute the movements.
"Well done" he says after a good hour or so of training. "You're sure to become a great fighter if you keep at it in the same way that you are now." My ears perk up at the high praise.
"You really think so?"
Okita-san smiles faintly at me. "Yeah, I really do."
