[b][center]Sector Zero - Training Grounds Forest[/b][/center]

Kisheto rolled his neck and cracked his knuckles. He grinned and nodded once in Ishigo's direction, "You ever been in a bar fight before?" 
Ishigo tightened the bandages on his arm and shook his head, "Those are too easy. Everyone's intoxicated and they focus solely on making their attacks hit as hard as they can." Kisheto's expression fell blank. He had never seen a person like Ishigo before, but for some reason, he felt he could connect with his logic. It was as if Ishigo could put his thoughts into words; starting bar fights was easy because he didn't expect much of a challenge. 

Ishigo nodded at Kisheto, "You remember what I showed you? Precise and calculated?" Kisheto waved his hand in the air, "I got it, man, trust me."

Ishigo stood still and squinted at Kisheto, "Alright... attack me." 

Kisheto shrugged, "Alrighty then." Without a second thought, Kisheto broke into a full speed dash towards his opponent. As he neared Ishigo he rolled to his right and charged Ishigo with his left shoulder while preparing a follow up punch with his right hand. Ishigo simply leaned back slightly while simultaneously throwing his right hand up, between Kisheto's left arm and torso. He reached for Kisheto's neck and as soon as he made contact, he rolled to his left, letting Kisheto's own momentum carry him forward into nothing while Ishigo choke slammed him down to the ground. Kisheto coughed as he fought to regain the air that was knocked out of his lungs. He groaned in pain and slowly stood up. "What the hell... how'd you slip your hand under there like that?" he asked as he rubbed his aching back.

Ishigo stood still and held out the hand he used to grab Kisheto's neck. "Once you understand the your body's field, you can move it the way you want it to move, even when something enters that field. Hold out your hands to both sides." Kisheto raised a brow but obliged, spreading his hands out to each side as far as he could go.

Ishigo nodded, "Now turn around full circle." Kisheto did as he asked.

"That right there is your upper-horizontal body field, or your horizontal reach. At any given time, assuming you're capable of flexing your arms to full potential, you can move your hands to any part of that circle you made. The same concept applies with your legs. You need to understand this because if you don't, you're just flailing your arms around hoping to get your strike where you want it to. If you understand your body field..." Ishigo didn't finish his sentence. Instead, he dashed forward one step, grabbing Kisheto's arm and pulling him towards himself. As Kisheto's body flew towards him, Ishigo grabbed his other arm and spun him around, catching the first arm and spinning him the other way. Kisheto tried to resist, but anything he did would be stopped by Ishigo's ability to catch his every moment with his own. Eventually, Kisheto found himself on the ground helpless, with Ishigo holding his free arm as he placed on knee on Kisheto's back. Kisheto's other arm was pinned under his torso.

"...then you can make a bitch out of anyone who enters your personal space."

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"Good. Good. Good. KEEP GOING," Ishigo quickly struck Kisheto lightly on his face, causing Kisheto to grow more frustrated. He was blindfolded, and to anyone else watching, it would appear as if he were staying in place, spinning around and flailing his arm in robotic maneuvers. However, he was reacting to every change in his immediate environment. Ishigo was constantly moving about within Kisheto's "body field", close enough to where the slightest movements could be felt or heard. 

"DON'T LEAVE AN OPENING!" Ishigo commanded as he continued to feign attacks. If Kisheto was able to block the attack, Ishigo would halt his strike and go for another opening, which Kisheto would instinctively raise his hand to parry as well.

"Good. Good. Good. Good. OPEN!" Kisheto felt the hand strike his face once more, causing him to grit his teeth in anger. He stepped forward and lashed out blindly with his right fist. Ishigo grabbed his wrist and tossed him over his shoulder. As Kisheto hit the ground hard, Ishigo kept a hold on his wrist and began dragging him to a nearby tree. With a quick toss, he slammed Kisheto into the tree and knelt by him.

"This [i]ISN'T[/i] a bar fight. NO. FLAILING. You know what that means? Before you even THINK about making a move, prepare yourself for a hundred moves I can make against it. Fights aren't won by brute strength. You don't walk into a battlefield, flex, and win. You have to strike," as he said the last sentence, he quickly jabbed Kisheto in the stomach with lightning speed. Kisheto didn't even have time to cough before Ishigo continued. "You have to defend," Ishigo said as he struck Kisheto across the cheek once more before spinning to a standing position and delivering a kick to the other side of his head. At this point Kisheto was on the ground, barely able to stand.

"You have to THINK," he said as he stomped on the ground where Kisheto had been moments before he rolled out of the way. Ishigo tilted his head to the side, "The fact that anger clouds one's mind is common sense. You don't have to be a Monk of the Horns to know this. You can't [i]think[/i] when you're angry, and you can't fight when you can't think." Ishigo walked towards Kisheto and put a hand on his shoulder, which caused Kisheto to flinch initially. He was breathing heavily and even standing caused him to feel strained.

"Most importantly, however, you have to fight with purpose." 

Kisheto's breathing relaxed as Ishigo let his hand ease off with the last statement. He walked backwards, making some distance between the two. "Now, I've taught you a lot within these past four hours. I want you to show me how you can combine those things with your own style. We're not going to spar just yet, instead... try snatching my scarf."

Kisheto wiped the blood from his mouth and looked at the red scarf that hung from Ishigo's pocket. He nodded, and Ishigo prepared his combat stance. "Let's go."

Kisheto broke into a dash towards Ishigo, but this time, when he neared, he planted his left foot and spun around, delivering a high kick to Ishigo's head with his right leg. Ishigo ducked under it and went to grabbed Kisheto's leg but, Ishigo abruptly halted his movement and jumped to spin the other way, delivering a similar kick but in the opposite direction. Ishigo was caught off guard by this motion and had to throw up his right forearm to block the kick, causing him to stagger a bit to the left. Kisheto followed up with four quick jabs, all of which were blocked by Ishigo, who then knee Kisheto in the stomach. Kisheto doubled over for a moment in pain, which gave Ishigo enough time to place a hand on the back of his shirt and deliver another kick to his stomach. The kick shot him up enough to where he was suspended by Ishigo clutching his shirt for a split second in the air before Ishigo slammed him onto the ground. Kisheto swallowed the pain and rolled out of the attack before spinning around and charging Ishigo once more. He let loose a flurry of punches and kicks, all of which seemed to do nothing to Ishigo, as each strike was either blocked or evaded. Eventually, Kisheto grew frustrated and wanted to tackle him, but he held off his urges. Instead, he backed off from his assault. Ishigo took a second to breathe, and in that second Kisheto went with it: he charged Ishigo head on and attempted to tackle him. However, Ishigo simply wrapped his arms around Kisheto's torso, which was pointed towards his own. He lifted Kisheto up, as if to slam him down in a pile driver, and threw him up with the strength that Kisheto couldn't believe he had. Before Kisheto could go flying up however, Ishigo jumped above him and flipped, delivering a vertical kick to his torso and smashing him back into the ground. Ishigo landed on the ground next to him, having decided the fight was over.

"I told you not to charge me like that, is it that hard to focus?" he said calmly, kneeling over Kisheto's aching body. Kisheto snickered as he reached into his pocket. He pulled out the red scarf and chuckled, "Sorry, man... it's just my style."

Ishigo looked down at his own pocket with wide eyes. [i]'What in the....'[/i] He was beyond surprised; he didn't even feel Kisheto reach for his pocket. "How did you...?"

Kisheto shrugged, "It's easy after years of practice, y'know?"

Ishigo scoffed as he looked at Kisheto in disbelief. "Ok, good session. We'll do this again tomorrow if there's time? I heard you heal fast, so this shouldn't be a problem," he said as he pointed at Kisheto's broken body. Kisheto nodded, "Same time, same place. Don't go easy on me next time, alright?"
Ishigo chuckled and nodded, "Got it."