[i][color=00a651] "EVEN IF I HAVE TO TEAR YOUR FUCKING THROAT OUT WITH MY GODDAMNED TEETH!!!!!!!!!"[/color][/i]

Only a second or so after Taibushi released the final shuriken he'd feel a gentle weight on his head, strong fingers rubbing in against the boy's scalp, ruffling his hair. [color=662d91]"Mao-sensei lecture number two and shinobi rule twenty five: a shinobi must never show their tears."[/color] It was impossible, unrealistic, unreasonable. In the distance the two fuma shuriken continued on through their original flight paths, bisecting at the tree just behind where Mao had originally been standing. The sheer force of impact ripped the mighty oak in two, its trunk coming to rest upon the ground with a mighty crash! 

[i]After Asuka's little display of skill Mao decided it was time to stop pulling his punches. Until now he'd been limiting his chakra flow, maintaining a level of energy dispersion below that of typical combat status. These sorts of things were simply in his nature, if he could skimp of doing work and still get the job done so be it. Now, having witnessed his pupil's skills, it was rapidly becoming apparent that holding back was not in the cards. 

Asuka's attack came first, multiple weapons screaming towards his back at blinding speed. Turning, Mao used his now fully enhanced reflexes to slap a couple away, body twisting to weave here and there as the remainder flew by to little effect. In the distance the sound of traps being triggered rang out, though this was soon eclipsed by Taibushi's angry outburst. 

Facing the boy Mao's glinting golden eyes perceived the incoming threats at a superhuman pace. As it stood the Jonin had almost as many years combat experience as the Modobo boy had years alive, this sort of enraged, direct aggression was extremely simple to counter. In the blink of an eye Mao dashed forward, closing distance with the fuma shuriken. Pulling upwards he leapt, feet slamming into the tops of the implements as he used them to prepare a second jump, his unexpected weight altering their trajectory slightly towards the tree in the distance. 

By this time Taibushi was in the process of throwing two kunai. At Mao's current velocity the boy's actions seemed to play out at 3/4's speed: still quick, but easily slow enough to calculate the kunai's incoming trajectory, especially when it was so direct. With the dagger sailing towards him Mao finally removed the scroll he'd previously attempted to withdraw from his utility jacket. [u]Unsealing Technique[/u]. The scroll unraveled to produce a large number of weapon seals. For the moment Mao only released the one he required. 

In a puff of smoke his right hand was covered instantly in the outline of something cold and rigid. The vice claw appeared fully attached and functional and with a single wave of his hand the steel fingers deflected the kunai. He was about fifteen meters away now. Taibushi's final assault of barrel-rolling shuriken proved slightly more difficult, however, upon closing the distance four sweeping claw strikes in rapid succession deposited the still spinning shuriken with two around each of the fore-facing fingers.[/i]

The entire exchange took about five seconds from the start. The Jonin wasn't playing around anymore and he wasn't granting freebies. When Mao spoke again his voice was deathly serious. [color=662d91]"All ninja experience pain in their life and the enemy will use that against you. You must never show your tears because you must never allow the enemy to see your weakness."[/color] Mao's grip tightened a little, strong hold comforting in a natural, almost fatherly way. [color=662d91]"You have to let your pain go and focus."[/color] Pulling his hand away from Taibushi's head the Jonin stepped away rather naturally. With a twist of his wrist Taibushi's shuriken fell away from his fingers and by the time he was done walking the distance between them had basically been reset.

[color=662d91]"Now. I know both of you are tired, upset, and perhaps hurting just a little bit. That's alright, that's the way this is intended to go. We get hurt here, get angry here, cry our tears dry here because this is training. When the training's over, when the tears stop, when the pain subsides. . . that's when you'll be ready for a real mission."[/color] Mao's shining golden eyes narrowed, his was no longer the face of mercy. [color=662d91]"Again, but this time come as a team."[/color]