It was your typical Gymnastics gymnasium uneven bars, even bars, rings, and a field of matted flooring. bleachers surrounded the area. the crowd was a group of parents pushing the kids to be what they weren't friends that were there to honestly cheer the contestants on and a mixed bag of people that were simple interested in gymnastics, it was a decent crowd, and so far it seemed like a subdued respectful one.

Koga rolled his eyes at the gymnasium's name before he entered the building. He had signed up for this competition months ago. he had already paid for it and he was going to participate in it. He attempted to blend in for the most part, He had tied his hair back with a black hair tie and stuck a peachy human colored flesh band-aid on him and he was actively mimicking the colors, so the only thing mutant worthy was his eyes and so far he had no Issues. He wasn't sure why he felt the necessity to blend in, maybe it was the chameleon side of him.

He stood on the Side line and stretched for a while he had already warmed up on the bus ride, doing pull ups and stretches, but it was nice to do some on solid ground. He grimaced at the music that every other competitor had brought, all classical, he loved classical, but it was like that was the only kind of music they had ever heard. He wondered what they would think of his synthesized and industrial mix.but he didn't honestly care. just curiosity.

He watched the predictable patterns and routines of his competition, He new that the judges must be bored with this lack of innovation, he sure was. If so, they would be in for a treat.

The gym had a much smaller turn out than Kaz had expected, or perhaps his judgment was colored by his memories. When he was young, the gyms always seemed to be packed, the number of spectators and those participating seemed to thin out as he grew up, much like a piece of furniture seems to 'get smaller' as one grows.

Kaz, and Demi, moved to a relatively secluded area before he shifted and jumped into the rafters to find a good vantage point so he could see and hear the goings on of the floor. He found a relatively nice spot and sat down, on leg dangling in the air as he back was against a beam. As he watched he quickly picked out those that had come for themselves and those that had been forced into it. He was a bit surprised at how well a few of those forced participants did, granted they weren't great, but they could do well later. Though some of the willing, in Kaz's opinion, should go home and pick up a X-Box controller and forget about Gymnastics. Kaz was getting bored in record time. There was a huge lack of variation, some enthusiasm, and a nothing but classical music.

Kaz was debating whether to leave or to go down and show'em how it's done when he noticed a small boy, probably not even five feet tall start to move. He relaxed back against the beam, <If he's good, I'll stay, if not...> Kas waited patiently for the boy to begin.

He nodded to the DJ, He had to do this himself, because he didn’t have a coach to signal them. Immediately, the difference was apparent. Over the speakers a Hammer hit steel three Times. On the first his right fist went up on the second his other fist rocketed into the air, on the third he did a standing back flip and landed directly in the same spot. After that the performance and the Moves picked up, he bounded across the gymnastics field like a ninja, Flip after flip, sideways rotations, Kicks and spins at one point it looked like he was doing a bit of break dancing.

His routine was Improved and kept to the beat like it was practiced for years. Every landing stuck on a heavy beat that he expected. The truth was that he knew the song well and loved to move. Toward the end of the performance. He paced off six front flips with seven back flips oreoed in-between. Back, forward, back, forward, back, forward, back. He then crouched all the way down to the floor and launched himself into the air and completed a double flip, landed. Stuck. Bow. And that was the game. He closed with a composed and traditional Japanese bow. And walked off of the matt with not the slightest bit of pride on his face. Once he stepped of the matt he allowed himself a small and momentary grin as he faced the judges who looked…troubled?

Kaz was leaning forward to watch the kid before he knew he was. Even Demi seemed interested as he head moved side to side, up and down or around in small circles, as he followed the kid's movements with his head. Kaz didn't recognize the song the boy had chosen, but it was a nice pick to be sure. Different and full of energy just like the kid. Standing, he walked along the beams above the crowd until he saw an opening below. As Demi gripped onto Kaz's shirt and shoulder, he dropped heavily to the floor almost three stories below. Those who were near to his landing area jumped back in surprise, shock and some, fear. He began to walk slowly toward the floor.

Kaz shifted back to normal as he walked. From his new point of view, he could see the boy's move in a new light. The kid was good, but he deffinantly had room for improvement. A few of the boy's landings made Kaz wince or flinch slightly internally. He saw clearly that his foot were just a bit more to the outside, or angled just a bit more, he could have easily twisted it, causing a sprain or breaking it. Mostly it was just some 'spit and shine and polish' that he needed. Tighten up his twists, bring his knees in a bit more, and while it flowed, Kaz could tell it was a mostly spur of the moment routine.

When the boy finished Kaz started clapping, after a few seconds he stopped as he saw the judges faces, along with a good number of people, staring at the boy. Looking at his back, Kaz couldn't see what the judges could. Demi's eyes narrowed at the judges, his lips pulled back into a snarl of sorts, showing only his upper teeth and growled softly. Demi didn't like the look on their faces and neither did Kaz. "So what's your problem, eh?" He said as he walked up from behind the boy. "Why don't you tell him how well he did? Cat got your ton.." Kaz let his words drop as he turned to look at the boy. His eyes were black, not just the iris, but the whole of it, black like volcanic glass, not to mention his skin. "Ah, kiddo, you know you're a wee bit see through right?"

Koga stood there and while the applause and the cheers lasted through out his performance it was like some one pressed mute in the room. He stared at the judges who apperantly he had sent into awe, they stared at him slack jawed and bewildered, he knew he was doing well, but shouldn't they hold up the cards already?

Finally someone spoke and surprisingly it was over his shoulder, he glanced up and back as the man spoke, the mutant spoke...right.

~~"Why don't you tell him how well he did? Cat got your ton.."

but hey at least the guy was on his side. or not judging by the silence.

~~"Ah, kiddo, you know you're a wee bit see through right?"

"Huh?" He glanced down at his forearm and realized that the band aid apparently couldn't keep up with the nice little sweat he had going, and his hair tie was gone too. crap, he had wanted them to realize that it was just him, he could do this stuff before he was a mutant, he had been in a gym since his father got the idea that he should be able to achieve greatness at this in kindergarten. It had been about nine years, and he had an aching feeling that they were about to write him off as a genetic cheater...even then though wasn't that what competitions were about? who was the best?

" Thankssss." he replied to the man for the information and then a moment later as he held his arm up to the older male, his skin and hair color. as his eyes landed on the small dragon though it was his tun to gawk...."Whooooo, Nice dragon." he almost whispered it. He no longer even was thinking about what was going on, that the pair of them were being stared at the same way they might have if the president showed up in drag, they wanted to make fun or freak out, but think of the consequences for messing with beings of power.

He finally tore his eyes away from the little dragon and cleared his throat. " If I could have my score pleassse? I am still the sssame kid that hasss been competeing in this dissstrict for yearsss now, I am jussst a different color, lots of different colors." he sighed on the verge of shotting at the three full grown morons, that seemed to think he was an alien that might abduct and probe them at any moment.

"Ssscore, Pleasse." He spoke firmly but still nothing.

"Thankssss."

Kaz caught sight of the kid's tongue only because of the boy's speech. "No problem kiddo." Kaz said as he gave the kid's hand a firm grip. He turned his head to look at the dumbstruck judges. Just as he was going to speak, he felt Demi shift on his shoulders. Kaz looked at Demi from the corner of his eyes to see him hop over to the kid's shoulder. While that seemed somewhat surprising in it's own way, the kid had seemed to take on his own skin tone and hair color. Kaz smirked at the sight.

Kaz could hear the judges murmuring between themselves, if he payed attention, he would have been able to hear every word they said. Kaz touched a hand to the boy's shoulder as he stepped a few feet forward, so he was in front but to the right of him. The kid asked for his score once, and Kaz caught a very clear word that he nearly jumped at them for: Mutant. He started to pay attention more, "He might have cheated." "We can't prove that he did." "Or that he didn't."

Again the boy asked for his score. And again, Kaz heard it, "He's a mutant." "We don't know if he did or didn't cheat using his...abilities." "Disqualification?" Kaz began to snarl as he saw the other two nod. "We apologize, but," The middle judge looked to the others briefly, "to make sure this is a fair competition, we have decided to "

A knife suddenly appeared and stuck into the table in front of the judge's hand. "I swear, you finish that sentence, you won't ever be able to speak again." His voice was ice cold and calm. He walked to the table and grabbed his knife. "You three obviously have a thing against our kind, I hear it in every word that you speak." Kaz shook his head slightly. "So what if he's a mutant. The kid didn't cheat, could have broken his ankle three or so times, but he didn't cheat. Over 15 years of doing this myself, I can tell that he did better than 80% of the Humans in this gymnasium." Kaz nearly spat out the word Humans. "Give his scores fairly, or so help you," Kaz shifted skin, hair, eyes darkened, muscles rippled, bones reshaped, as his crimson gaze nearly pierced each judge through the heart. "I'll make you wish your family never existed."

Koga's eyes widened at the site that was playing out in front of him, the humans were being ignorant. Surprise...not so much. The mutant responded with an anger that reverberated in the cat sized legend on his shoulder. He listened closely as the dragon's counterpart demanded a fair score in his favor and he couldn't help but think the guy was awesome! He was saying what he himself had requested but a lot more forcefully and threateningly, he was pleased with the speech up until a couple of parts....80%? only 80% of the humans....hmmm, and he didn't think he had landed so poorly as to sprain an ankle and then there was the part that he really thoroughly objected to, beyond petty offense.

"Sssir, with all do respect, their family ssshouldn't sssuffer anymore from thessse three'sss ignorance. And asss for them they already sssuffer a sssad life that letsss them only sssee in human terms. I will sssay that I don't believe my mutation hasss improved or hurt my ability, though yearssss of hard work certainly hasss. I have been coming to thesssse meetsss for sssome time now and ranked high before I mutated ssso I think it isss fair to assssume that I am ssskilled asss well asss naturally talented."

He then took a breath. "But the truth of it isss thisss, even if my mutation made me the perfect gymnissst, then you ssshould ssstill praissse me for it, doesss not June Yu" he pointed out a chinese female that wore a glitter pink leotard "have the benefitssss of here genesss and healthy bone ssstructure? doesss Thomasss Littles'" he pointed a preteen out a tall preteen who's unexpected growth spurts might ruin his abilit or drive him into more competitive sports. "not benefit from the ssstrength that hisss father hasss sssurely passssed down. On that note I retract my sssscore requessst. I quite honessstly would now take offenssse to your opinions as the beliefsss that they are apparently built on are flawed. asss judgesss, I asssk you to look introssspectively into your livesss and judge what isss right versssusss what is popular. Your Gym loosesss when you pressss onward with ignorance."

after his small speech that no on dared to shout down, seeing as he carried the look of the larger one now, and the big one was dangerous.not to mention the dragon or the kid had just displayed the ability to move like some sort of ninja. what would stop them from slaying them all.

"Excussse me, sssir? I would have you ssscore me insssstead. I would value your opinion and critique, after thisss we can leave them to their falssse and meaningless awardsss."

Kaz stared at the kid, not in anger but surprised. He hadn't expected the kid to be so well spoken, but more so, he hadn't expected his words would strike the judges like they'd just been slapped. Kaz gave the kid a slight nod of approval before looking to the judges again. He grabbed a sheet of paper that was used to score the competitors. "You should thank," He looked at the name on the sheet, "Koga, he just saved your miserable, pathetic lives." Kaz had made a fist, in doing so he had crumpled the knife's blade into a twisted piece of junk. Dropping the knife on the table, which held a few drops of Kaz's blood on it, he turned to Koga.

After looking at the sheet for a few moments, he raised and eyebrow and set it back on the table. Sighing slightly, "I honestly don't care about their scoring system, but, I'll give you my honest opinion. You're good, not the best I've ever seen, but keep at it, you could be one of the best. Two things that you could improve on: A bit more planning of your routine before hand, and tighten up a bit." He stepped away from the table onto the mat.

"I'm sure I don't need to explain since you seem to have a handle on it, but," Kaz began to repeat a section of Koga's routine, where he had done consecutive flips and twists, "It'll look much more crisp if you tuck a bit more and watch the placement of your feet and legs just a bit more." He pointed down at his left foot, "I don't know if you're aware of it, and I doubt those morons even saw, but from above, I could see your foot was a bit too far to the side. If you have too much spin or come down at a slightly wrong angle, you could snap your foot." Kaz went into a perfect black flip with a twist while he relaxed the muscles of his left ankle and put his weight on it when he landed. One moment he was standing solid on his foot, the next, he was leaning to the left standing on his ankle. "See what I mean?"

Demi began to shudder on Koga's shoulder with repressed giggles, though he couldn't quick keep the muffled snickers silent. Kaz smirked at the drakeling while he 'fixed' his foot. "Technically, I have no idea how they'd score you, but on a simple 1-10 scale, I'd place you around eight." He paused, "Otherwise, I personally give you nine point five. The routine you had was good and entertaining, add in the music choice and the improv..You did a good job."

He walked over to Koga and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Bonus points for making them look and feel like morons for their racism." Kaz let himself shift back to normal as he left Koga's side and made his way to a first aid kit that he saw at the side of the room. He ignored those who moved out of his way as he wrapped his hand up to stop the bleeding. On Koga's shoulder Demi held up a 'hand' so Koga could see, with the other he drew a claw lightly across his palm and shook his scaled head as if to say, 'Idiot'.

~~"You should thank," "Koga, he just saved your miserable, pathetic lives."

Koga’s eyes widened and he was glad that he hadn’t simply kept his mouth shut as he wanted to initially and let this man handle the situation.

~~"I honestly don't care about their scoring system, but, I'll give you my honest opinion. You're good, not the best I've ever seen, but keep at it, you could be one of the best. Two things that you could improve on: A bit more planning of your routine before hand, and tighten up a bit."


He nodded seriously. Taking the man for his word. He had after all asked not simply because he wanted a score but he valued criticism, if you molded it into something positive any criticism was good.

~~"I'm sure I don't need to explain since you seem to have a handle on it, but," "It'll look much more crisp if you tuck a bit more and watch the placement of your feet and legs just a bit more." "I don't know if you're aware of it, and I doubt those morons even saw, but from above, I could see your foot was a bit too far to the side. If you have too much spin or come down at a slightly wrong angle, you could snap your foot."

“ohh.” He said quietly slightly embraced for making such a dangerous and career ending mistake.

~~"See what I mean?"

“Definitely, I will employ that in practice immediately.” He would have done so right then if he was willing to resist being the perch of a dragon.

~~"Technically, I have no idea how they'd score you, but on a simple 1-10 scale, I'd place you around eight." "Otherwise, I personally give you nine point five. The routine you had was good and entertaining, add in the music choice and the improve. You did a good job."

He offered the Mutant before him a bow in recognition of respect and honor.

~~"Bonus points for making them look and feel like morons for their racism."

And then he bowed a bit deeper for the mans wisdom as well.

~~ 'Idiot'.

He smiled at the dragons comment and offered a slight nod of agreement; the crumpled blade looked like it was quality before it was destroyed. And that was his hand the he was messing up.

He paced over to Kaz ignoring the judges as they gaped at him, he didn’t offer a second glance merely a low phrase. “I recommend you three get on with your ssshow. You audience is nervous.” looking up to the man that currently cleaned his wound.

“ I wouldn’t mind learning from you, you are obviousssly ssskilled and my mutation wouldn’t be sssseen asss anything but what it is, I don’t sssuppossse you teach?”

He then paused his presumptuous need for tutoring. “Also, Thanks, I appreciate the help, I know of a place that is great for mutants and excepts all kinds, if you’re interested.

Kaz looked over his shoulder to give Demi a small glare when he felt a tickle in his skull. The drake was making a gesture to Koga, he wasn't sure why or for what, so he rolled his eyes and continued to fix his hand. Though he didn't turn to Koga he did smile when the kid spoke to the judges. He was taken a bit by surprise when Koga asked if he taught.

He was about to answer when Koga continued on about some mutant friendly place. For a moment Kaz raised an eyebrow and looked at Koga while thinking inside his head, trying to think of all the places he might mean. Of course he ruled out Sanctuary and the Mansion, though both he did only because of his experience with both and their inner circles. He took a good look at Koga again, he couldn't see the boy at Sanctuary especially if he knew of the Order. Shrugging, "Well, it all depends on what you're asking if I would teach. I've never taught anyone Gymnastics, I only gave you a few pointers and a warning, that's all. But other things," He shrugged again,"Like I said, depends."

Fished wrapping his hand, he held it toward Demi, who scuttled up Kaz's arm to lay across his shoulders as Kaz began to walk toward the exit. Looking back at Koga, "Ya hungry?"

~~"Well, it all depends on what you're asking if I would teach. I've never taught anyone Gymnastics, I only gave you a few pointers and a warning, that's all. But other things," Like I said, depends."

“Theresss a lot to be ssssaid by learning from example, add a few pointers and a warning on that and I could learn fairly well from you.” He shrugged. “It jussst sssseemed like you taught, I dunno. Do you teach something else?”

~`"Ya hungry?"

“I could eat. You know anywhere near by?” he wasn’t familiar with the immediate area, he was typically invited to the after contest party meet and greet thing. Speaking of which, he looked around the gym before they exited. He waved to everyone and smiled. “Have a nice day.” He yelled as he grabbed his gym bag and started to pull on his wind breaker. He might have been a bit more humble typically but he had a guy that was ready to stab people, and he was tougher then nails, He figured he had a bit of room to bark and growl.

He stretched as he left the gym and spoke to Kaz Candidly. “ Yeah, I wouldn’t have bothered with the stupid bandaid, but the payment to enter was non refundable…and I wanted a chance to perform before they flipped. I bet I can just dispute the charge with my bank, make the bank get my money back. Or I could just hack those not talen judges.” He laughed at the last because it was mostly a joke….mostly.

He grinned up at Demi and then belatedly Kaz.

Kaz nodded as Koga spoke and chuckled a bit. "Heh, you're right I do teach something, I'm the assistant instructor at Clashing Blades. It's a swordsman's club in the city. I have instructed people how to fight, not many though." Before he could answer Koga of where to eat, the kid said goodbye to the gym in a way that made Kaz laugh.

"I do know of a place, opened recently. Revolving Doors, a bookstore and Cafe. Neutral ground for Humans and Mutants." Kaz pulled out the keys to his Lotus as the two walked out the building while Koga spoke. He hadn't taken Koga's statement as a joke, neither had Demi. While Koga grinned, the smile Demi returned was not exactly a friendly one, but held a mischievous and deadly edge to it. "Kid, you're too young to be doing that sort of thing. Besides, you don't want to hack at them, it's dirty, and messy, and makes things a lot harder than it needs to be. Unless of course you're doing to to relieve frustration...but there better and more fun ways to do that." Of course Kaz wasn't going to elaborate on his meaning, he'd learn eventually. "How much was the fee?" he asked as they turned a corner with Kaz's Silver Lotus waiting for them.

He deactivated the security system, unlocked the doors and hopped in. "Common in, make sure to buckle up." Demi began to chuckle as he found his spot to sit.

~~"Heh, you're right I do teach something, I'm the assistant instructor at Clashing Blades. It's a swordsman's club in the city. I have instructed people how to fight, not many though."

“Ssswordsss? Wow, I haven’t ever really considered them beyond my father’s ceremonial blades. They were ssssupposed to get passssed down, but I guesssss they will just have to make another sssson now. I mean I would love to know how to ussse them, but I wouldn’t have many placesss to ussse them in. I guesssss that comesss up a lot in a sssword club? Probably coming there to have an out let for their sssskill?’

~~"I do know of a place, opened recently. Revolving Doors, a bookstore and Cafe. Neutral ground for Humans and Mutants."

“That ssssoundsss awesome, it’d be nice to not have employees giving me the tenth degree. Or at leassst not for the usssual reassson.”

Koga took the look for the dragon equivalent of a smile after all Demi had a permanent deadly and mischievous edge to him.

~~"Kid, you're too young to be doing that sort of thing. Besides, you don't want to hack at them, it's dirty, and messy, and makes things a lot harder than it needs to be. Unless of course you're doing to to relieve frustration...but there better and more fun ways to do that."

Koga nodded at the now responsible adult ton and clarified. “ I more than likely wouldn’t do it over ssssomething sssso petty asss that back there, I might grab the email addressss and make sssure they get a lot more sssspam or sssome other little annoyng thing though. Perhapsss they need to be added to a few mutant rightsss forum listingsss.”

"How much was the fee?"

“Five hundr….oh my Goodnesssss you drive that! Freakin heck man,” that was about as close to cursing as Koga got most of the time. “ that isssn’t even in production isss it?! that’sss a concept Lotusss! Do you design them? or how do you even get a hold of one of thosssse?”

."Common in, make sure to buckle up."

“SSSweeet! Will do.” Kaz was already running around on Koga’s coolest people list and now was in his own catergory one that Cs would more than likely rival when he broke out the blackbird, but for now Cs, didn’t have a not out yet Lotus.

Kaz looked at Koga when he spoke of his father and the swords he wouldn't be getting. He assumed it was because Koga was a mutant and it pissed him off. <It shouldn't matter if he is a mutant or not.> He thought to himself. Though his parents were almost non-existent in his life at least they didn't seem to care that he was a mutant. "Sorta. A lot of people come just because they think it'd be cool to know how to use a sword, but those that are serious understand quickly that a sword is not just a sword. The same way a pen is not just a pen to a writer, or paint for an artist."

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to say don't hurt them, just that hacking away is messy. It's better to use a nice clean cut. Remove a limb or the head in a single stroke. It achieves the goal swiftly, efficiently, and without excess mess. That's all I meant." Demi snickered a slight bit before running his tongue across his teeth while his eyes were slightly unfocused as if he was seeing something no one else could. "Though, if you want to punish them that way, go for it. It's the legal way and probably least dangerous and less of a hassle for you in the end, haha."

Koga's outburst got a raised eyebrow and a lighthearted laugh from Kaz. "They're not? Huh, I guess they decided not to tell me that when I told'em I wanted it." Though he personally didn't call, he had his stock broker get in touch with someone she knew who knew someone else, etc. Kaz never asked how much it would cost and never cared to know either.

Koga seemed excited just to be near the car. Kaz started car which purred with restrained power, "Before we head to RD, you mind if we stop somewhere?" After Koga gave his approval Kaz put the Lotus into gear and headed toward Clashing Blades. Kaz knew the route to take that he could push and/or break the speed limit without worrying about safety too much of at all. Kaz turned an extreme sharp left into the alley, which left his rear wheels to fishtail momentarily, before he stopped at the rear of the building. "Common." He said as he got out of the car and made his way towards the back door.

After punching in the security code and unlocking the locks, he went inside. Kaz made his way to the equipment storage area. In the back of the room stood a large oak chest, well oak on the outside at least. Housed within was a large steel sword case roughly eight feet high, five feet wide and two feet deep. He made sure there would be plenty of lights, and of course once the case was open the lights inside it would turn on as well. "Ready." He said to Koga as he unlocked it and pulled the doors open. The doors and the side panels opened up fully and came away from the case frame to lay flat against the wall, displaying a large selection of various swords, knives and other blades. Stepping back so he wouldn't obstruct the kid, "Check'em out and pick one."

~~"Sorta. A lot of people come just because they think it'd be cool to know how to use a sword, but those that are serious understand quickly that a sword is not just a sword. The same way a pen is not just a pen to a writer, or paint for an artist."

“I sssee, that makesss sssenssse. The sssame way back there you could tell who wasss doing gymnasticsss and who wasss moving, performing, living.”

~~"Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to say don't hurt them, just that hacking away is messy. It's better to use a nice clean cut. Remove a limb or the head in a single stroke. It achieves the goal swiftly, efficiently, and without excess mess. That's all I meant."

“When I said Hack, I meant their computersss. I don’t have much of a ssstomach for hurting people, How are they going to learn if no one teachesss them a lesssson, and if that lesssson includesss death well, there is no one to ssshow up for a tessst later. Though I will sssay that certain filth does make me put my ssstomach assside and want to put them in their place forth with.”

~~"Though, if you want to punish them that way, go for it. It's the legal way and probably least dangerous and less of a hassle for you in the end, haha."

“Yeah, I think it’d be healthier all around.” Wow this guy had a darkstreak through him. But it wasn’t to late for him either. Perhaps all of this….passion could be turned to a cause.

~~"They're not? Huh, I guess they decided not to tell me that when I told'em I wanted it."

“I think it might be a twenty eleven or twelve, if not later.”

~~"Before we head to RD, you mind if we stop somewhere?"

He easily agreed. and leaned into his seat but enjoying the skill of the driver and the fluid motion of the machine.

~"Common."
He reluctantly left the car and then even as he did he glanced around for hoodlum about. He had a feeling this alley was well spoken for, but a second glance couldn’t hurt.

He attempted to watch the code out of curiousity, but he heard beeping after a hand blurred in motion around it.


~~"Ready."A silent nod from Koga in anticipation.

“Gah!” was his initial statement again his tongue tangled by surprise. He made a habit of keeping his vocabulary in tact.

~~"Check'em out and pick one."

He wanted to grab and test every one, but the first thing in his mind, was singling it out to Japanese blades, He would use something at least in the style of his ancestry. He lifted a few of them checking balance and weight until he realized that all of the blades were of a quality beyond his knowledge so he differed to something that he would know well, he wanted the best looking one. His hands strayed toward a blade that came with a black sheath it had a red tie and sash on it, his hand almost closed on it but then it went up ont to a white sheathed blade with a silver dragon down the side. Its weight and length were ideal for him and could only become more right for him as he grew.

“These blades are breathtaking.” He lifted the white sheathed blade he drew it to its full length. And noticed the blade was slightly paler then a typical silver blade he wasn’t sure if it was a trick of the metal or what but it was unquestionable a master piece. He placed both hand on the hilt and moved through the two steps that he knew with a blade. He did so slowly and away from kaz, He placed both hand down low and did a simple forward step and slash down ward from there , he took a step and moved the slash upward into a block. He was tempted to be immature and simply move into an improved blade dance, but he refrained. He could get away with improve with gymnastics for the reason that he had trained for years here however he was a utter amateur.

“ I, Like thisss one. I think it sssuitsss me. It feels right, What do you think?” Koga was again bowing to experience an knowledge.