Every Day's A School Day. [Open]

[Kazuki Akimoto]

ooc: This IS a teaching thread for Kaz, substituting from time to time as he is occasionally requested/inclined to do so. It's also open, so feel free to step in whenever you like. Yes, I'm aware it's stupidly long, but most of it is just dialogue so skimming it won't leave you struggling to understand the situation.

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"Alright, gather up!"

The quick call caused the groups of students to hop off from their little scattered cliques almost out of reflex, and as they gathered into one larger group in the middle of the gymnasium floor, Kazuki paced across towards them calmly, his palms stuffed into a pair of loose track pants. Unlike normal attire for him, he'd actually put on a shirt for a change, considering the nature of the class, and topped it off with simple, light running shoes and his reading glasses. Immediately, a few eyes began sizing him up. He picked out three from the corner of his eye without even having to look toward them, and ignored the youths accordingly.

"My name is Kazuki Akimoto, you can call me Mr. Akimoto, Kazuki, either is fine."

"So, what's up with Coach Daniels? He usually takes our gym classes. Is he sick or something?"

Nodding, he turned to the boy who'd spoken up and responded smoothly, "Mr. Daniels has torn a cruciate ligament, as you might have heard, and is taking a couple of weeks off to have it tended to. I'll be filling in for a couple of his classes in the meanwhile."

Returning to addressing the full group again, he spoke a little louder than before, making sure that he was heard clearly.

"Now, I've taken a look over your regular teachers notes, and I understand that you were due to practice Judo for the next couple of weeks. As I've been made aware, Mr. Daniels is quite skilled at it, so rather than waste time teaching you something I don't understand, we'll be--"

"Wait a sec, -you- don't know Judo? Why did they bother getting you in to teach us then?"

Slipping the glasses off his face, he sighed and shifted his attentioon to the interrupting boy.

"If you would hold your tongue a second, I'll tell you. Instead of Judo, I've shifted the blocks on his planner to bring two weeks of your 'miscellaneous' Phys. Ed into effect. As such, you'll still be learning about grappling, but from a different method. How many of you have heard of Aikido?"

Almost unanimously, hands raised up and heads were nodded in assent, and he gave a short smirk, "Okay, that's a good start. Now, how many of you have seen it put into practice? Just lower your hand if you haven't.", this time, a few hands dropped, but only a small number. Rolling his eyes, he made a tag-on to his last remark, "That wasn't in a Steven Seagal movie."

With that, just over two-thirds of the hands dropped. A good number, he figured. Aikido was well known by name and reputation, but comparitively few people had seen REAL Aikido outside of movies.

"Lastly, do we have anybody who actually practices it?"

Oddly, no hands stayed up, and an eyebrow piqued from the Asian as he shrugged his shoulders. He'd banked on at least one or two students in the class having dabbled in it, but it wasn't a particular inconvenience. "Alright, no problem, we'll just have to do this a little bit differently...You.", pointing to a particularly athletic boy somewhere to the right of the group, "Do you study any kind of martial arts?"

"Uh, yeah. I take classes in Jujutsu."

"Excellent. What belt are you?"

"Brown, why?"

"I'd like your help with a demonstration. I need someone who can fall correctly, and at your rank, you've probably got that down-pat, yes?"

"Pretty much, so what do you want me to do?"

"Come out over here, if you will."

As the youth stepped over, Kazuki folded the frames of his glasses and set them down a couple of feet away on the ground along with the clip-board he'd kept under his arm. Pacing back, he stood fully-forward, his hands still in his pockets and with a wry smile on his face.

"Now, Jujutsu is quite a grappling-based art, so this will make things quite interesting. I want you to try to put me on the ground."

"Wait, hang on a second, we don't have pads down."

"Would you prefer to have them down?"

"Well, I was thinking for you. I mean, no offence, but you're a pretty small guy, and it's a pretty hard floor."

"...Don't worry, this isn't going to get you in trouble."

Sighing, the student shrugged his shoulders, "Alright, if you say so. So, how do you want to do this, just, y'know, throw you, or do you want me to come at you first?"

"Whichever you choose."

"Uhm, alright. Whenever you're ready, then."

Nodding, Kazuki realised that his lack of any kind of guard was probably putting the boy off, and with a roll of his eyes, he shifted his left side forward and brought his hands up to about waist height. Giving another nod, the boy advanced. Sure that by 'normal' standards he would be quite competent, Kazuki considered it a shame what he was about to do. The kid was polite, but he was making a demonstration.

Opening with a punch, he mentally smiled. It was quick, this kid would have some real potential if he stuck at his training. Regardless, for the veteran fighter, it was childs play. Weaving his head to one side effortlessly, he shifted his eyes over the form presented by the young man. Having a little experience in the style, he noted that this was good form, once again, but the expected opening was there. The other hand, reaching for his shirt, would not be quick enough to grab onto him. His left foot would shift outward with a quick, firm sweep to the back of the boys foot, and his left palm would slam into his chest for the briefest of moments.

A simple, effective takedown, and as the boy fell he would land almost flat back, nullifying any chance he'd hit the ground awkwardly. Taking a step forward, he held out a hand to bring the youth back to his feet, smiling.

"What the hell was that!? I didn't even see you move until you got me in the chest!"

"You did well to see that. You're pretty good, keep practicing. Wait here for a moment."

Turning to address the other students after that short exchange, Kazuki would speak again, "Now, that was one of the most basic of Aikido moves. Yes, it does involve some of the stuff seen in those god-awful movies Seagals been in, but a lot of it is very similar to the principle of Judo in that you're aiming to use your opponents weight, balance and posture to your advantage, and keep your own to his disadvantage. Understand?"

Most of them nodded mutely, and with a smile he carried on. "I'm not one to mess around, we're going to get right into this. Were you all aware of the posture I took?", some more nods, "Alright, then pair up. I don't want any of you to try this beyond a steady half-speed pace for now. Get the feel for it, see when your opening is instead of rushing in blindly. Watch, take a circle round us so you can see from other angles."

Giving focus back to his 'demonstration' partner, he took his posture again as the boy nodded, approaching him and slowly going through their previous movements. Stopping him after the punch would be thrown, holding the position, he would begin a further explanation, step by step, through the procedure.

"If you use this, the oncoming punch is always weaved to the outside of your opponents arm, not inside. The reason being that it frees up your eyes, it keeps him out of your face and, obviously, it keeps him from using his opposite arm without adjusting his position. Next, you see, from my left-foot-forward position, my foot is in approximate line with his left, his body shifting forward from the punch. I flick my leg out slightly, it takes a good position behind his front leg. From there, as soon as that foot is in place, you strike. Palm, a fist, even a push, it's irrelevant what you do so long as you can give enough force to knock them back. When you do that, the instinct is to retreat the forward leg quickly to maintain balance. If they can't do that, their weight shifts all wrong and they end up on the floor, leaving you with the option to escape, change your target or prepare for a more definitive attack. Now, with your partner, I want you to try it out. Pull out some floor mats as well, of course."

At that, he let the other boy rejoin his group, and they began to split off in their pairs to set up for their practice. Pacing back, he picked up the clipboard and his glasses, hooking them into the top of his shirt and slinging the clipboard under his arm as he walked towards the wall for a moment. Within a couple of minutes, most of the pairs were set out in their little spots, and a few had already begun to try it out. As an afterthought, he spoke up once more before silently observing, pacing between the pairs and watching their movements for anything out of place.

"Any pair who does get this down to a tee or finds it too easy can call me over, and if so I'll find something more...suitable."

[Seth Calloway]

This sandbagging is taking too long.

Seth had already decided he'd learned enough of this first lesson, especially after seeing how well his partner had picked things up. In fact, it was almost as fast as the gang leader had learned himself. The two had come to an unspoken agreement to speed up their own movements, learning to use the move at full speed, and without their partner simply allowing the other to toss them to the ground.

But it's hardly an untouchable counter.

Seth had allowed himself to be fallen once, just to learn the move firsthand, though the boy had put a little bit more force into the counter than needed. As the gang leader performed the counter himself, he found the other male attempting to resist him on the way down. The second time Seth threw his fist at the boy, though, his plan had already been established. As his partner stepped around the punch to put his leg behind Seth's, the dark haired Junior slid his leg back, widening his base and ruining the leverage the other male had. His non-punching hand had remained close to his body, where it grabbed onto his opponent's wrist as his hand came for his chest. His extended punching arm, however, swept around and grasped his foe around the back of the neck.

Seth turned his body, pivoting on his left foot while this hands held his partner in place, before slamming his right knee into the boys back, sending him sprawling to the ground. Seth didn't follow up, however, as it was just a lesson of his own to teach the other male. The Junior watched the other boy stand up impassively, waiting until he was at least on hands and knees before calling out to the instructor with a smile tugging at his lips.

"Mr. Akimoto, I believe my partner and I are past this particular lesson. Is there another you have ready?"

As always, Seth spoke politely, though his tone carried his amusement at the moment.

[Kazuki Akimoto]

During his floating between the pairs and making his observations, one pairing had caught his eye already. Within a couple of attempts, the pair seemed content to not only increase their pace, but one of them apparently felt comfortable in making 'extensions' of the counter. As expected, one of them called him over after a rather rough response, and though his 'manner' seemed courteous enough there was something about the way he spoke that flared a moment of interest in Kazuki.

'Interesting....'

Nodding, he walked towards the other youth, by now pushing himself back to his feet, and gave him a cursory glance.

"You alright?"

"Tch, yeah. Fine."

"Switch in with another group for the time being, take turns. I think Mr....Calloway, I believe it was, might be a little above your skill level."

All the while, his eyes had now changed back to Seths, and he watched the youth carefully as he spoke, that glimmer of a smile hanging on his lips. Kazuki, on the other hand, held a rather blank expression for now, and as the other boy walked over to another pair he was familiar with, the Asian directed his entire attention to the tall figure in front of him. A big fellow, that was obvious. Over six feet, definitely, though not quite as tall as Adam, and a little leaner in the frame in comparison.

Rolling his shoulders out, he spoke quieter now, a little below audible volume for anyone but himself and Seth.

"Now, as for other lessons, I figure for someone on your level, we might have to think of something a little more apt for your ability. If you'd be so bold, take a swing at me. Don't worry about pace, I assure you, it'll be fine."

[Seth Calloway]

The gang leader said nothing to either deny or confirm Kazuki's assessment of his skill, opting instead to watch the substitute teacher come closer and send off Seth's partner. Briefly, the younger male considered the fact he might've gotten in trouble for going too far or some such, but it seemed that Mr. Akimoto had something else in mind. Apparently he had seen enough of Seth in order to decide he was above the others in the class, something the Junior had known from the start. The substitute teacher, though, was different from the other students. Seth could tell he had a confidence in himself, one that was apparently well-deserved given the example from earlier.

Very fast, and experienced too. There's a good chance I can learn something from him.

Normally, Seth avoided such challenges, as he had nothing to prove to himself or others. However, unlike many others, his pride didn't blind him to opportunities to improve like these. In response to Kazuki's proposal, Seth allowed a pleasant smile to spread across his face, letting his demeanour mask his scrutinizing eyes from the man.

"If you insist. Try not to hurt me too much, hm?"

It was hard to tell if Seth was joking or being serious from his voice, though the gang leader held no true fear of being hurt. Polite, modest, it could throw the teacher off guard and give Seth the advantage, though even if it didn't work, it wouldn't matter regardless. It was simply how the young man was.

Seth would stretch his hands out wide before leaving them in a relaxed position, placing them close to his chest and stomach. Since he'd been invited to attack first, Seth would walk closer to Mr. Akimoto, and as he took the last step with his left foot to bring himself within kicking range, the dark haired young man would pivot on the foot, whipping his right leg forward in a snapping kick towards the outside of Kazuki's knee. Seth had little doubt the faster, more experienced man would evade the attack, but then, the initial strike rarely landed outside of an ambush.

[Kazuki Akimoto]

"Don't waste your time being facetious. I can tell you're an able fighter, so be straight with me and I'll return the courtesy, alright?"

It was a rather curt remark, but without real malice. Kazuki had no time for someone who wanted to play smart, and the comment was somewhat matter-of-fact above all else. That aside, considering Seth would almost certainly still perform his 'attack', the Asian watched his approach before the pivot began, using it as the forefront for his reaction. The kick, naturally, would occur a second later, and Kazuki would draw back his left leg swiftly to have the blow strike naught but air instead. Immediately stepping back through, the marginally longer stride bringing him closer to Seth than before, his right palm would quickly whip out, aiming to strike to the centre of Seths midsection.

Unlike in a proper fight, however, he would not be exerting full force with any blows thrown. He -was- still teaching a class here, and whilst he would most willingly spare a few minutes to offer some advanced 'tutelage', whilst he was on Hircine grounds he viewed those within it as students. Corporal punishment laws could allow all they wished, he had no reason to actually fight anyone here, and would not actively promote one.

Fully, he expected that Seth would be able to intercept the shot to his chest, but the block would not be the relevant point. Instead, he banked on the tall youth from realising -why- he'd used such a counter. With his evasion of the kick and the subsequent step through, Seths leg would not be able to immediately return to its normal position, consequently causing his balance to be altered. The palm intended to abuse that, knocking back the opponent and forcing them into a fall by using his placed left leg as a tripping point.

'We'll see how you respond first, of course.'

[Seth Calloway]

"As you wish, but just to forewarn you; I don't fight or spar often."

The words came out before Seth advanced, answering Mr. Akimoto with Seth's typical strategy of consistently telling the truth. Aside from the response, Seth's actions had been the same, quickly noting the older man's reaction to the kick headed towards his knee.

There's the speed.

As expected, Seth's attack hadn't connected, the substitute teacher stepping back out of range. The snapping kick was pulled back after hitting only air, retracting back towards the Junior's body, Kazuki following after it as he prepared his own counter. The gang leader's eyes never left the Asian man as he came closer, a flicker of excitement appearing in them before fading away.

Not every move needs a counter, sometimes it's best to attack from another angle.

It was a lesson Seth had taught himself early on, and one that seemed to be difficult to understand for many. Sometimes just avoiding an attack was enough to give you the upper hand in order to wait for a better opening, rather than immediately counterattacking and finding yourself in a worse situation. Whether this applied to Mr. Akimoto, however remained to be seen.

Seth's leg, while returning to his body, would not be heading back to the ground to re-establish his base. Instead, the young man would pivot again on his left foot, turning himself further to his left while extending his coiled right leg out towards Mr. Akimoto in a thrusting side kick, looking to catch him in the stomach as he came closer. As much of his aresenal consisted of kicks, Seth was no stranger to keeping his balance while on one leg. Howevever, the dark haired Junior was interested to see how the teacher would deal with the move, and truly give him something to learn from.

[Kazuki Akimoto]

Shifting through with his movement to throw the shot to the younger boys chest, Kazuki would not have been so careless as to lapse in his observation. As a result, Seths next movement would be met by the Asians expected analytical efforts. His approach made the kick logically unavoidable, in that actually stopping it coming at him would prove futile, but he was here to teach.

'Lets explain to Seth here the basic principle of misdirection.'

As with most people he fought, size was his disadvantage, along with weight and power. No surprise then, that Kazuki had reflexes that were nearly unrivalled. It explained his reputation, above all else, and as the kick was thrust out he would demonstrate that very thing. Using his left palm to strike the back of Seths calf as the kick extended, he would divert the blow past his right, the heel of the younger fighters footwear grazing against his shirt as his right arm pushed up from under the limb. He paused briefly for a moment, again not intending to deliver any sort of actual harming blow, and spoke quickly.

"You're the sort of fighter who leaps in headfirst, and with your size and natural talent it clearly plays to your advantage the majority of the time, but hold yourself here a second and consider the options present to me now. You're all but out of arms reach from me without overextending, and my right leg is free. I could knee the inner muscle of your thigh, leaving you limping, I could kick to your left leg or sweep you, I could even go for a groin shot if so inclined. Hell, one of the simplest things I could do..."

Jolting his right arm upwards sharply and quickly, using his full-body strength to push up against Seths held leg, he would push past the natural flexibility of the bulkier fighter, causing him to stumble backwards and onto the mat.

"....Is that. For me, the most effective attack is that which forces your opponent against himself. Make -him- screw up, and reap the rewards. You get what I'm saying?"

[Seth Calloway]

Hm. He caught it.

Seth had apparently underestimated Mr. Akimoto's reflexes, or at least his experience, as he'd imagined there would be little time for the older man to switch from moving forward to being stable enough to push a kick away. As the Asian hooked his arm underneath the Junior's leg, Seth pivoted once again, facing Mr. Akimoto and preparing himself to drive his leg downward and break free from the grip. However, when Kazuki spoke, Seth paused, listening as if his leg wasn't being held up in the air, looking momentarily surprised as he was pushed backwards, forcing him to hop in several small intervals in order to keep from falling back onto the floor.

Well, that was underhanded. I like it.

Seth broke into a smile once more, amused at his misconceptions over this particular substitute teacher. A nod was given to the question, as it was a lesson Seth had learned well; this instance had reinforced the idea. His thumbs dipped into his pockets, knowing full well this was meant to be a lesson, rather than a sparring match.

"Would you happen to have an idea as to what I should have done in that moment, then?"

[Allen Daughtry]

'Ugh, middle of the fifth period, how dull.'

Allen Daughtry gazed at himself through the cracked and grimy mirror of the high school's public bathroom on the first floor's distant north corner hall, a unit that was usually reserved to freshmen leaving gym class to take a piss or some poor sucker that had a nasty cut from a fight just outside - beyond that, it was too far from any classrooms or important corridors to have any use. And so, after the junior slipped his way out of his fifth period class to - in a lie - take a rest break, the boy decided he'd take some solitude for himself and hide away in the distant bathroom that no one, save for lovers looking to bang, ran to.

'Smells like too many people have been using it for that purpose too... ugh...'

His arms planted on either side of the sterile sink, his jacket hanging on a booth door behind him, Allen's cerulean eyes stared at the gray sink above his cheeks and the droop of his jaw, ignoring the sight of his cerulean reflection for personal reasons - and don't ask why, he gets bitchy. The young man groaned, remembering why he felt so much like shit in the first place.

'That last check up to the hospital for my jaw was way too long - I was there til fucking two in the morning, and then the meds I got kept me up all night!'

To elaborate, Allen had taken his last procedures to fix his broken jaw after his first round defeat in the latest local tournament. Having taken two solid punches to the same bone by his opponent - his name unknown to him, but clearly an older guy - Daughtry had to get a series of bands installed around his bone to place it in a position that it could mend itself, and several weeks later, with the wounds healed, Allen Daughtry returned to have the bands removed by his Doctor, one Mrs. A.K. Philanaski.

Still, he hadn't expected such a rough night.

Tossing a handful of water across his face, Daughtry shook away the damp liquid before wiping the remnants from his cheeks with a paper towel, his fingers brushing across his left cheek, which still felt tender. Tossing away the trash and slipping on his jacket once more, Daughtry slipped his shades back over his eyes and kicked the bathroom door open, making a passing sophomore girl yelp in the process.

"Oh get over it, just a frakkin' door."

A frown of boredom and annoyance on his face, Allen found himself standing in the middle of the hallway, silently contemplating whether to do the good deed and return to class, or the bad one and find some other excuses to hide away. After several seconds of thinking, Daughtry's logic told him to give the class a middle finger and to find a place to nap.

And so, taking a left towards the gymnasium, Allen decided he'd be a careless prick and make his spot on the school's bleachers that sat inside of the basketball court, an ideal place for him to watch a bunch of girls in skimpy gym shorts and get s few minutes of sleep to the sound of people counting the sheep for him. Shoving both doors aside, Allen marched across the edge of the court with a relaxed demeanor, certainly in no mood to care if he interrupted anything, and watching with a faint sense of amusement as various students glanced at him in curiosity, likely wondering a) why Allen was even there with his heavy clothing, and b) why he was wearing sunglasses indoors.

Of course, if they'd seen Daughtry in the past, they'd just be staring for some other reason, which he didn't care to think of.

Stepping across the first level of the bleachers, Daughtry made his way to the very edge of the metal stands, and kicked a seat down by the second row's fifth column as he prepared to sit down and recline himself with all to see. But something caught his eye, and turning his head to register the curiosity, he realized that the substitute teacher standing nearby was familiar to you.

"Hey," Allen spoke out nonchalantly, his shaded eyes watching the Asian figure ahead without motion, his face relaxed still, "You're the guy that broke my jaw."

[Kazuki Akimoto]

Giving a wry smirk at the question that followed, he gave a short nod and gestured for Seth to catch his leg as he flicked it up in a similar action to the younger boys kick, shifting his posture to keep his balance solid as he twisted so he would still be looking at the taller youth, extending his arm out towards him but reaching only air.

"The problem I'll have is the obvious difference in size between us. For me, being a great deal lighter and more agile -no offence of course-, I could simply come off my other foot with another kick of some variety. However, I have a personal rule not to kick too high in the first place for that very reason. The first leg being caught is risky, if the second is too, well....You could imagine the problem that causes when I fight someone larger than myself with good reflexes. However...."

Pivoting his foot inside Seths grip, he brought the leg through to a front-kicks position and hopped forward one step. Stopping now that he'd closed about half the distance between the pair, he stretched out his arm to show it would reach Seth quite easily.

"Close a little of that distance and someone of your size regains your reach even moreso than I do. The other convenient one, though it does leave you on your back as well, would be to hop up and drive the opposite foot into their chest. Even if they can stop it hitting fully, the force is always too much to stop them from being pushed back, and in turn gives you back your leg. Ideally though, I would say it's better to avoid that situation unless it's life-or-death, and even at that, it'll always depend on the extraneous circumstances. Anyway--"

Interrupted by the voice of a youth who'd walked into the gym a moment or so ago, he nodded to Seth to let go of his leg and turned to him, tilting his head a little as he placed the face. Broke his jaw....? He'd hate to admit it, but he'd broken a lot of jaws over the years, and a good number of them in San Francisco as well...

'Wait...'

"And you're the kid from the tournament."

Glancing over him, noting his clothing, he leaned down to pick up the clipboard he'd set down prior to the private demonstration with Seth. Skimming over that, he noted that he had no absentees for this class.

"And you're not in my class. Was there something that you wanted or did you just plan on ducking out in here for a while?"

[Allen Daughtry]

"Correction," Allen interjected a moment after the tall Asian teacher replied, his left hand pointing out a finger of addition, "That guy from the tournament. I didn't go through eighteen years of life to still be thought of as a kid, you know. But I'll forgive you this once."

Kicking down one of the bleacher's front row fold up seats and sitting down, Daughtry leaned backward into the clumsy contraption and leaned his arms across the back and his legs across the front pole, his shades still hiding the cerulean shade of his eyes, a grin protruding from his lips, "And I'm not here for gym; mine was two periods ago. Just here to take a nap - though since you're here, perhaps we should share a word later, when you're not busy beating up on this other guy, since I'm sure he's giving off more of a big head than the average student is worth."

Then turning his head to the older individual beside his former opponent, Allen quipped as his right hand covered the right side of his face, as if he were whispering, "Oh, for your sake: don't let him hit your face, he likes to break your teeth in. Just so you know."

[Seth Calloway]

The dark haired Junior nodded back to the teacher, catching the leg flicked towards him and holding the position. Every word Mr. Akimoto spoke was listened to carefully as he attempted to benefit from the older man's experience. There was certainly several good points for Seth to go over later, and he let go of the Asian man's leg at the sound of a newcomer.

Broke his jaw, hm?

The larger male stepped back from the two, enjoying hearing about the past between this apparent slacker and the substitute teacher. While the words said were interesting, what hadn't been explicitly explained was much moreso: the teacher had taken part in the tournaments.

Come to think of it, he doesn't look too much older than myself. I'd imagine he graduated from the system not too long ago.

However, his attention soon changed to the student not in this particular class. Since Seth had never met Allen, there wasn't much he knew of him other than what he'd seen today, but his attitude was... amusing, at least. Proud, a loudmouth, it reminded him of the Horseman of War with every word he spoke.

"I'll take your advice. I'd hate to have gaps in my smile."

As if to show his point, Seth grinned towards the other man, apparently holding no ill will towards him despite his demeanour. In fact, the gang leader continued grinning as he replied once more.

"Don't let my big head get in the way, by all means; have your conversation. I insist."

[Kazuki Akimoto]

"Tch, whatever lights your candle."

Ignoring the touchy remark on the debate of 'kid' and 'man' for someone of Allens age, Kazuki shrugged it away. It was really just an argument of semantics. To the Asian, Allen was a good few years his junior. He was still a kid to him, as far as he was concerned, but it wasn't worth picking at. Following up the remark, however, he requested an audience later on. Furrowing his brow at the queston, he gave a short nod to it and turned back, apparently intending to further the demonstration with Seth before the added words a moment later caught his ear.

"Think of it like this. You'll not leave that kind of opening again, will you?"

Turning his head, his eyebrow cocked up, he smirked at that one for a moment and returned to Seth again, ignoring the offer to let him and Kazuki have their 'conversation', instead posing his own question to Seth first.

"Was there anything else you wanted to be shown, or can I release you back to your partner in good faith you're not going to send him to the infirmary?"

Folding his arms loosely, he watched the younger boy carefully, that grin still belying something that Kazuki was trying to decipher. He'd met many people like Seth over the years, and all of them had a motive or a scheme in their heads somewhere. For now, though, he was acceding to the chain of command. Right now, he was the student, and Kazuki his teacher. Nothing had violated that, and as such, he would maintain it.

[Allen Daughtry]

'That's a new one.'

Allen grinned widely at the Asian's retort, and shrugging his shoulders with a casual shove towards the added comment on his wound, though feeling a grimace in his mind when he recalled the pain. Still, he'd speak up no further, allowing the teacher and his student to continue their little charade. Regardless of the fact that the other student was slipping back remarks nicely and in good humorous taste, Daughtry decided to ignore him for now even if he wanted to respond to the gap in his teeth and the "big head." After all, there'd be time for that later.

Kicking his feet around on the pipe-turned leg rest and resting his head back, the junior slowed his breathing and bodily movement as his mind shut down to a lower level of awareness, though he did keep an ear pricked on the two men and their conversation, considering that it now sounded as if the younger one was still learning.

'Give 'um hell dude, let him work for the job...' Allen pondered with a snide mental chuckle as he returned to his faint snoozing.

[Seth Calloway]

Seth turned his blue eyes back towards the substitute teacher, contemplating what sort of answer to give him. There was, undoubtedly, more that the Junior could learn from this man, something that was being given serious consideration. However, by taking a break from such training and listening to the conversation between the newcomer and the teacher, Seth would hopefully learn more about both of them, something very appealing given how both males were intriguing at the moment. After a moment, the gang leader came to a decision, concluding that since such an opportunity had nearly landed in his lap, training could be done at another time.

"I believe that's enough for now. It would be better to allow one lesson at a time to sink in before moving on to the next, after all."

Seth glanced over towards the student skipping class, noting with some amusement that it seemed he was going to take a nap.

"Of course, if I knew this class was going to be so casual, I would've brought a pillow."

Smiling broadly to himself, Seth bowed his head slightly towards Mr. Akimoto, dismissing himself as he walked back towards his partner from before. As the two went back to the exercise, it seemed the other student had learned his lesson, moving at half speed during the counter and not going overboard with the force, something that Seth took a small amount of satisfaction in. However, with such a slow exercise, it left him free to focus on other things in the room, and give him a chance to learn in a different way.

[Kazuki Akimoto]

"Alright, go back over to your partner then. I'll be mixing you all up in a couple of minutes in any case, and giving you another technique to try out. I know it's fairly basic stuff, but not everyone shares our....affinity for fighting."

As Seth would approach his former partner, the Asian would place two fingers into his mouth, curled slightly, and whistled loudly before speaking at the same volume.

"Okay, is everyone content in what they've managed so far, any problems or questions...?", waiting a moment, nobody voiced out, and he continued on, "Great. Now, I hardly intended to waste an hour on a single take-down, so let's give you a couple more to work with. You...", pointing to the boy who'd helped him with the demonstration before, he gestured for him to come back over towards him, "C'mere."

As the youth approached, he swept his arms away in a small circle, kicking the nearby mats away and in turn making it clear he wanted the students to form around him, leaving a space in the middle.

"This is a little different to the takedown we demonstrated before, and it's a little bit more technical as well, so please pay close attention."

Giving a nod to his demonstrating assistant, the boy would step forward at about half pace, extending his fist in basically a slow-motion punch with his right fist. With a slight slide forward on his left foot, Kazuki would use his right to intercept the punch at the wrist and set a grip onto it. At this point he would pause briefly to allow the students a chance to examine the initial movement. Without commenting, maybe ten seconds later he would continue on, giving another short nod to the boy to follow the movements he was about to make.

His right foot moving this time, it slid a quarter turn clockwise as his left palm pushed upwards into the upper arm, contorting the joint awkwardly as he drew down with his right hand, what would effectively be similar to a 'nelson' hold. At least, it would be the easiest way to describe it to some of these kids. At the peak of the exchanging direction of force, he would stop and this time speak.

"From here, with your opponent normally punching a good bit faster than this, you have the advantage of his weight to throw him horribly off balance. Of course, as one or two of you might be thinking, that isn't guaranteed to ground them, but if you'll note my palm can slide off the underside of his arm without any interference. By this point, you will have complete control of the arm between the grip to the wrist and the angle it's held at, so follow up like so."

As he'd said, he pressed up further with his left, the twisting momentum causing the heel of his hand to slide away as his right drew the arm behind his accomplice. As he did this, his leg slid forward a little more, moving with the natural direction forced by the awkward position in the other boy. With a jolt down, his forearm would drop (quickly, albeit lightly enough to avoid harm) onto the top of the boys back and the back of his head, using the length of the lower part of the limb to connect against both areas at once. With his weight coming down as the arm was twisted back, the mixtures of force pushed his entrapped accomplice to the floor. Pausing again, his eyes glanced around, seeing a number of quite enraptured faces at this demonstration. It was one of the more 'showy' takedowns at Aikidos basic level, and when performed at full speed looked a lot more complicated than it was.

"From here, I now have ground control. My left leg can drop down onto his back to damage further or add extra restraint, and of course you have that left hand free to...."

Slamming his fist down in the first display of full-strength, it would collide with the laquered flooring sharply and send a brief echo into the air as he looked up again with a small grin, "Make the knockout blow."

Letting go of the boys wrist, he pulled him back to his feet once his arm was straightened out.

"Now, for those of you who would like to see that at full speed, watch."

On his cue, the boy would spring at him again, repeating his punch as Kazuki again intercepted it and shifted his body. This time, however, with the extra momentum in his favour he would actually bring the student off the ground briefly, his feet caught from under him by the back of Kazukis leg. In that instant the arm would come back down again, slamming into his back and grounding him before he dropped down, setting the 'point' of his left knee into the centre of his back along his spine. At no point during the motion would he overuse his strength, but the slight addition of force would be required for demonstration purposes.

At the end of it, his fist again came down, this time actually -to- the back of the boys head, but with all but the absolute minimum of force, merely as a visual point. With that, he stopped and rose to his feet, pulling up the youth and waving him off to his group again as he turned to the rest of the class.

"Alright, you've seen it done, so give it a try. I'll make it clear, you'll do this only on the pad-mats. God knows one of you would probably go into the floor face first the wrong way and break your jaw. Same as before, half-pace and take it step-by-step first, make sure you have everything down-pat. Last thing. Change out your partners. Every one of you will mix up and pair up with someone you haven't yet."

There were a few groans at that, but the majority separated without any real issue and changed out to a new partner. After that, he paced away to let them set about their practices. From time to time he would approach a pairing, reiterate a movement here or there, adjust someones posture, but for the most part the rest of the lesson would be somewhat normal.

Normal, that is, except for the sleeping youth on the bleachers over at the far wall.

Occasionally he glanced over to see if he was still there, but after the first ten minutes he left him to his own devices until the end of the class. About ten minutes prior to the end of the period, he called time and left the class to file out as he paced over to the sleeping youth, slamming his heel into the bleacher a little away from him, jolting the entire thing sharply.

"Wake up. Class is almost over."