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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2018 17:47:43 GMT
After the last time they had faced a Lost Soul, Fundoshi made certain that he would train a certain pair of Tempter Berzerkers that had slipped under his radar. Not only had he made it completely mandatory, he had also completely cleared their schedules to do so. He was a Primal Emanation, and because of such it was incredibly easy to tell the others below him to move schedules around and remind the pair. There was no getting out of this- they were going to be trained or he'd be further damned. Or purified. Whatever.
He finished moving the equipment around and turned to face the door in expectation. They were due any minute now, and he knew they had no excuse to not be on time.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2018 18:04:28 GMT
The Demon Brothers made there on time though they were almost late because Tank Top grabbed a slushie and Dress Shirt had to grab some smokes. As they came in Dress Shirt put out for his cigarette and stand tall to show that he was ready and respect. Tank Top on the other hand was drinking his slushie as he looked at Fundoshi with blank look on his face. It felt like Ruka but if he wasn't drunk and being a ass. Dress Shirt smack his Brother over the head giving the sign to put your slushie down. Tank Top rubbed his head and put his slushie down and stand tall like his Brother. They wait for Fundoshi to speak as they stand their quiet but ready for Berserk Training.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2018 19:19:08 GMT
Fundoshi watched them walk, observing them. His stance was straight, like a trained military man should stand. As they stood silently before him, he approached them and wordlessly walked around them. It was as a wolf would circle its prey. His eyes continued to scan over their forms before he stopped in front of them, his arms were clasped behind him.
"Good afternoon." He said, "You two know why you're here, I would assume? The Absolute was not at all happy with your performance on the last mission. Neither of you were able to do much of anything to the Lost Soul, and one of you lost control of yourself."
He looked pointedly at Dress Shirt.
"I wish to correct that. This is your chance to redeem yourselves."
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2018 19:47:36 GMT
They both started to sweat they don't know why but they felt like they were in the Dragons Cave and the Dragon was Fundoshi. The Brothers hold their breath as Fundoshi was circling them like a Lion would do. Tank Top couldn't hold his breath any more and he let out a heavily breath. Dress Shirt looked at his Brother and then looked at Fundoshi. Tank Top looked at Fundoshi and he quickly got back to into his Military Stance. They stayed quiet until Fundoshi gave them permission to speak.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2018 12:42:05 GMT
Fundoshi remained silent for another few moments before sighing and shaking his head. His severe expression eased.
"You may speak, now." He said, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side, "I never said you couldn't speak to me. You two are either nervous or in disregard of authority. I'm not sure if that depends on the time of day or what."
He was joking around with them. He might be a strict General, but he wasn't going to smack these two around without gaining their trust first. That wasn't how he rolled.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2018 0:50:35 GMT
Tank Top and Dress Shirt let out their breath and looked at Fundoshi. "We were just showing you respect, Sir" Dress Shirt said as he nervously smiled. "Yeah, what my brother said" Tank Top said as he looked at Fundoshi. "So, what's the tough thing you fought?" Tank Top ask Fundoshi as he saw him as tough guy. "Brother!" Dress Shirt said as he looked at him. "I'm just asking him!" Tank Top said as he looked at his Brother.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2018 19:21:56 GMT
Fundoshi nodded at their response, crossing his arms once again.
"The toughest thing I've fought?" He echoed as he thought the question through. It took him a long minute to think, but he decided to not dwell on the answer, "My father. To date, he was the hardest hurdle to cross in my thousand years alive."
He nodded to finish, as he found his response sufficient, before uncrossing his arms and walking toward the arena's center.
"Alright, enough talk. We have work to do." He said, gesturing to their destination, "If you want to succeed as a demon, you must learn to control the talents you were reborn with."
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