Ninjutsu training (Private)

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#Luke


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Luke headed across to one of the many floating islands that composed the land of the heavens via a long stone bridge. His gaze looking around and below him as they floated above the clouds; giving a uniquely amazing view to those visiting or those who appropriated such things. Luke could understand, but after living him all his life, you tend to get used to it and it looses its beauty overall. Besides, Luke had another reason for coming out all the way out here from the hidden heaven village as he was to meet another apparent hotshot who took care of a SS-rank mission about a week ago; a guy called Okami. Luke didn't think much of him, he sound arrogant and someone not worth the Shadow Shinobi's time or effort to meet, but he desired to practice his ninjutsu and this man had offered to assist him in doing just that. But from what Luke had heard, he was a walking nuke who blasted away a city block, so he decide to head over to one of the smaller floating islands, composed of mostly tropical forests with a small village of people living there, perfect in case things got out of hands, although he was hoping that if something got out of hand, he had another time to pull both him and his opponent into the shadow dimension and hopefully keep both the people living there and the island itself.

Luke headed to the small village that lived on this rock, passing through like a ghost on the wind and headed to the clearing about a mile away from the village, leaving more then enough room for them to train. He sat up in the shade of a nearby tree, his smooth black hair falling down to cover one of his eyes, but he kept the other one open as he gazed upon the area with his crimson eyes.

"If your out there, Okami, I do hope you know that I don't like to be kept waiting, so let's get this done," Luke spoke at a normal tone of voice, letting anyone listening that he wasn't in the mood to be kept waiting for this arrogant walking nuke. The whole thing didn't sit right with Luke; he smelled darkness in the air, although this was only natural due to his connection to Shadow, but this smell was off, he didn't like it so he was on his guard as he waited for this guy to arrive.

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Okami laughed under his breath as he dropped out of a tree. Watching the older man was amusing, but he really needed to loosen up. Watching the Special Jounin was interesting, as he had Jounin-level skill in an area or two, but not overall. Okami had gotten a request through the grapevine that the man had wanted to be trained in Ninjutsu, and he wasn't sure what to make of it. Looking at the man, he could tell that he had an affinity for Shadow Style, and that he had a fairly decent chakra pool. However, looks can be deceiving, as from what he could tell the man had poor control over the chakra that he had.

"You know, technically I'm your superior, so please show me the respect my position deserves. As you know, my name is Okami, and I'm an A-Ranked Jounin of the Hidden Heavens. I'm here to train you in the finer points of Ninjutsu. First off, if you have any questions or comments, please ask. I'm getting tired of people asking me questions, and I'm sorry if I seem arrogant. The rumor mill has done quite some damage to me."

Waiting for Luke to respond, Okami would listen as he listed any grievances he had. After a short time, the shinobi would yawn, stretching to improve his chakra flow before training. As he stood up, Luke would get a good look at his appearance. His hair, spiking lightly as if fell down, was an odd mix of black and white. His left eye sparkled in the sunlight, crimson against tanned skin as it flashed with an eerie inner light. Sleek muscles coiled under a black bodysuit and white flak jacket while light dazzled off of his headband, which was currently tied loosely around his throat.

"Okay! Let's get started!"

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#Chakra level: 600
#Luke


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Luke looked up from the comfort of the shade to see him dropping down from the tree; he appeared younger then Luke, much shorter, although he possessed one coal grey eye and one burning red one, unlike his blood red eyes. Although his eyes only spoke of superiority; a clear sign of arrogance. The way he spoke to Luke was also concerning; it was like a teacher talking to a student, not someone with enough years to learn respect for others. Luke huffed as Okami explained that he requested to be addressed with the proper respect and if he had any questions, he was to ask them like Luke didn't know jack all about anything, despite him being a academy tutor in advanced ninjutsu arts. Luke rolled his eyes, staring coldly at Okami.

"You may be my superior, but your six inches too short to be threatening. Besides, Whether you like it or not, I didn't ask you to come here to be lectured by a arrogant kid who got lucky, all I need from you is practice my ninjutsu and that's all. And since we are on the subject of respect, watch your mouth; I'm not some genin in training, I'm a special Jonin of the same village as you, so I'd suggest that you'd respect me just as much as you ask of me to," Luke told the arrogant kid seriously, shifting his left arm to reveal the ninja headband of the Hidden Heaven village; showing the symbol of two wings, side to side with a sun above it while informing the young man that he wasn't best pleased with his arrogant attitude nor his rudeness. He yawned and stretched, only annoying Luke more before he told him that they were gonna get started now. At that, Luke stopped leaning against the tree and just stood there, staring at Okami in a creepy mannor.

"So be it, but let's see these skills that defeated a SS-rank enemy, show me what power you have," Luke said, gesturing with his hand to "come-get-some", his face straight and seriously as his eyes watched him, waiting for Okami to make the first move and eager to gage for himself the level of power Okami possessed.

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Okami's grin subsided with Luke's words. It seemed that the Special Jounin was in the mood to be an ass, making HIS job that much harder. Walking about twenty feet away, the shinobi would spin about on his foot, beginning to knead chakra in his belly in preparation for a jutsu. He hadn't wanted to but out the big guns right away, but this guy seemed to deserve it. Building up the proper amount in his lungs before forming the Tiger hand seal, exhaling gunpowder as he spoke. "Fire Style: Ash Pile Burning."

Watching as the mist of gunpowder enveloped the man, clouding vision around 60%, Okami used the chakra kneaded in his stomach, mixing it as he breathed in air, then out as inferno. Forming the Horse seal, he spoke confidently before a wall of fire bore down upon Luke. "Fire Style: Great Fire Annihilation."

The wall of fire that spewed from Okami's mouth soon hit the gunpowder, setting off a massive explosion the likes of which created a clearing in the small field surrounding them, the smell of grass burning and over churned earth and rock hitting Okami's nose as it slowly died out. He let the jutsu continue for a moment before stemming the tide of flames. Letting them subside, he slowly strode over the burnt earth like a god, forming chakra in his hand as he stood over Luke.

"I wanted to be nice about it, but you left me no choice. Rasengan." Okami would say solemnly, the chakra in his hand picking up speed as it swirled around his palm, forming the epitome of chakra control as it spun in a million different directions at once. Thrusting it downward into Luke's stomach, Okami didn't really expect the man to be able to offer much resistance. After all, that was the difference one rank could make, especially when there was talk of Okami being made an S-Rank.

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#Chakra level: 570
#Luke


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Luke noticed that the arrogant grin that plastered his face had finally drained away; this was good, at least he was going to take this seriously. He readied himself as Okami built up chakra within him, feeling its strength allowed Luke to know that it was a fire style jutsu, what kind he was about to see as Okami throw up a large amount of ash around the area, limiting Luke's vision of the battlefield, but it was enough to make out the horse seal that spelled trouble. However, his own ash pile jutsu would be his own downfall as Luke made the rat hand seal, fortunately covered by the ash that Okami unwittingly provide, giving him plenty of shadows and darkness to work with.

"Shadow Style: Shadow Teleportation Jutsu," Luke whispered so Okami wouldn't hear it over casting his great fire annihilation jutsu as the shadows wrapped around him before he descend down into the shadow dimension; a place only the host of Shadow and any one he wished to enter could enter as he watched from the shadow he out as the whole area was consumed with fire and explosions like some Hollywood action movie. He then noticed that he was coming in with a rasengan, its violent rotations blowing away the clouds of smoke and dust as he came to where he thought Luke was, but this was the perfect moment to strike since it was sunny as it always was, casting Okami's shadow behind him as he ran, allowing Luke to easily grab onto his shadow and pull himself through it; re-emerging from the shadows as he came out of Okami's shadow like it was water, with the shadows running off his body, he leapt up and aimed to give Okami a solid kick to the face to knock him over before standing back, unharmed by some of his most powerful attacks and hopefully the rasengan hit into either the tree behind Luke or into the ground if he fell over.

"Not bad; using multiple A-rank and a B-rank to try and cover a wide area to make sure I can't escape; But I wouldn't underestimate me either, just because I'm technically beneath you. Whether or not you like it; I don't plan on making this a cakewalk for you either. So, since you were so kind to show me your abilities, Okami, do allow me to show you mine in return," Luke spoke as he released his dark chakra as it coated him in a aura that was as black as the night sky before the very shadows around him became alive before four, large arms appeared out of Luke's shadow, forming to float around his shoulders and underneath his normal arms; giving him the appearance of a dark Asura from Buddhism. He then ran at top speed at Okami, leaping upwards before twisting, aiming his top left shadow arm to smash into Okami with more force then Luke himself could do, aiming to show him Luke's unique style and some of the reasons he was made a Special Jonin in the first place.  

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Okami stopped his Rasengan the moment he noticed something was wrong. Where was Luke? Glancing around with his left eye, he noticed the telltale signs of Shadow Style, but there was no arrogant Special Jounin to go along with it. Suddenly, he would catch a whiff of Luke's chakra and spin, using his Rasengan to deflect the foot flying at him. They would stand there for a moment, the ball of raw chakra grinding into Luke's leg before he was blasted away, the Rasengan dissipating as he did. Luke would crash into a tree before getting up, favoring his left leg as he stood. The burnt husk of the tree crumbled behind him, effected by the explosion from earlier. Breathing heavily, Okami would watch as Luke explained that since he had shown his own techniques, he would show one of his own. Four shadowy arms swirled into existence as he spoke, the upper left one striking at where Okami stood.

Dodging the punch, Okami would form a half Tiger seal with his left hand while drawing the kunai blade slung across his back with his right. Flames would dance along the blade as he spoke, slashing through the arm and towards Luke, an arc of fire extending outward. "Cloud Style: Flame Beheading."

Slashing at each of the arms, the arcs of flame would slice through them before dissipating as the flames along the blade cooled, leaving it untouched by the heat. The smith had done a phenomenal job reforging it, even putting some extra carbon in the blade to reinforce it. Flicking the blade, he would stab it into the ground before gathering more chakra into his hands, slamming them into the dirt as a cage of flames erupted around Luke. "Fire Style: Burning Fortress."

The inside of the cage would be completely lit, allowing Luke no harboring in the shadows like he had last time, and it would be surprisingly cool. However, if Luke touched the flames themselves, he would scorch himself to all Hell. The technique was meant to cage dangerous opponents of strategic value, and Okami wondered how Luke would deal with this issue. The moment Luke broke free, he would discontinue the jutsu, picking up his blade. No need to waste more chakra then absolutely necessary for training purposes.

Dashing forward, he would slash at Luke, hoping the man would block. If he did, then he would be forced back by the sheer force of the blow and the kunai he used to do it would be notched. If he merely dodged, Luke would notice a large fissure opening up where he had stood, as if a godly sword had sliced the earth itself. This technique was a high-level Kenjutsu ability called Kenatsu, and was the swordsman's version of the Medical Ninjutsu's Chakra-Enhanced Strength technique. It worked by focusing a large amount of chakra into a single point on the blade at the moment of impact, allowing the user to use an inhuman amount of force in a single strike. Either way, Luke would most likely recognize it, and might even be stunned that Okami could utilize it to it's full effect.

"So, Luke. Have you anything to say for yourself at this point, or are you going to continue this charade of bravado? I'm not fond of your teasing. I tried to be friendly, but you made that nearly impossible."

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#Chakra level: 525
#Luke


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Luke grunted as the ball of condensed chakra ram into his kick, blasting him backwards into a tree, wincing on his foot as he got a pretty badly screwed up foot, his boot had been blown off, the rest of the material sliding off his foot as he landed. However this was the least of Luke's problems as Okami activated his cloud style: flame beheading jutsu and came at Luke, he raised his shadow arms to guard as he shuffled backwards on his feet as Okami slashed through them with his fire-enhanced blade, leaving Luke with only four flailing stumps, the top part of the arms fell to the ground, hissing like snakes before they faded away like the shades of the dead. He ducked under the flame slash, rolling around on the ground. This however gave Okami more then enough time to use his fire style: burning fortress jutsu to encase Luke in a large dome of fire, sealing him away as the dome close him off to the sun, leaving him alone with the shadowy stumps of what used to be his shadow arms.

"Well, isn't it a predicament?" Luke said to himself, releasing more dark chakra to regenerate his shadow arms as they reformed out the stumps and back into fully working arms again. He looked around, he had no means to leave with jutsus and no amount of chakra was going to fix this; time for a little mix up. He walked over to one side of the fire, looking at it intensely for a few moments, gathering his thoughts before deciding on the one course of action that would get him out and that would be smothering the flames with the earth enough to make a big enough gap that he could walk out easily. He moved back before sending his arms into the earth before pushing with all his might to lift up a large chuck of earth, almost equal in height to the blaze itself before pushing it over, watching it fall through the fire and hearing the large boom as it crashed into what was a lovely tropical forest into a badly charred landscape. Luke would then walk through, using his shadow arms as a shield against the flames either side of the gap he had made.

However, this wasn't exactly subtle and lead Okami right to him, his sword drawn and raised to slash at him as the fire jutsu was deactivated. He used one arm to grab to the ground across from him and dragged himself along, however, the large fissure that burst when his sword came swinging down made Luke thankful that he wasn't on the receiving end of it, however, Luke was noticing that a lot of Okami's jutsus if not all that he had shown so far where very chakra draining, meaning he had to be burning a lot of chakra to keep them going, despite how powerful they were, Luke doubted that even Okami would last too long if he kept burning through his reserves so quickly and possibly Luke's only way to win was to keep making him use his jutsus till he didn't have enough chakra to keep performing. He landed, using his bottom shadow arms like legs to stabilize his stance as Okami addressed him, saying if he had anything else to say, that he wasn't fond of his teasing and that he was trying to be friendly, but he made it nearly impossible. Luke huffed, looking away as his dark chakra aura swirled around him.

"So was I to a point, but look; I'm not here to be your friend and I don't want yours; I doubt someone like you would understand my reasons, but I'm a solo act, your friendship isn't required nor was it something I asked for, ok? Besides, how should I forgive someone who treats me like some genin? you had no right to trample over my honour. However true it is that fighting in the darkness like we do isn't honourable, but at least I still have my pride. Let's be clear if I didn't make it before; I'm not interested in your friendship bullshit, only your expertise to help me train and practice my ninjutsu. If you want to go, fine, I don't require your assistance if your going to try and turn this into a friendship making contest, if your going to stay and do your job, then fine, we'll continue," Luke told Okami, his eyes hidden in shadows so to avoid Okami seeing the sadness that laid within them before he turned to face him as he drew a regular kunai and passed his free hand over it, the shadows jerked and flowed around it, forming and extending the one foot blade of the kunai into a three foot long black steel blade, similar to a kunai blade, although thinner then the normal one and composed of the shadows and darkness around them.

He would then run forward, using his bottom arms to doing the running motion before using them to lift him into the air, dashing forward to leave a afterimage behind as he came down to slash vertically at Okami, aiming to do something to push Okami and to cut him and watch the blood drip out.

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"My, my. Aren't you the arrogant one? I extend the hand of friendship and you deny me? I take horrid offense to that. You think me a weak little boy that would bend to your whim and merely let you practice on me? I haven't even begun to start yet. You bastard. You WANT me to treat you like a Genin? Fine. Bring it." Okami spat angrily, blocking the strike from above and redirecting it to the ground effortlessly. Getting into his stance, Okami would begin to build up chakra in his body and lash out, striking and breaking Luke's shadowy blade and slicing clean through into his torso. Sheathing his blade an instant later, Okami would say one word before leaping back. "Tenshisen."

The technique he had just used was a rarity among swordsman, as it was so difficult to perform that many took their entire lives to learn it. The Glimpse of the Heavens was named after what people say when they witnessed the flawless technique used in combat, especially on the receiving end. Okami was livid enough to risk using an S-Rank technique on the man before him, and he didn't care. Luke Yasenha had insulted his pride and his honor, and honor demanded he rectify the issue.

Forming hand seals faster than the eye could see, Okami would begin to spew ten large dragon heads made out of flame as the updraft from the heat caused air currents to flow in every which way. A thunderstorm would emerge from the clouds that were forming as the Great Dragon Fire Technique soared towards their target. Even if Luke tried to block the flaming heads with his arms, there still wouldn't be enough between him and justice. Drawing his blade, Okami would lance behind the man, slashing at the spot between his shoulder blades just after the fireballs struck.

Slashing downwards toward the leg, Okami would then feint upwards and strike horizontally across the chest. He was pissed. Kicking out the other shinobi's injured leg, he would stab downwards at his opponent, ready to teach him that even in training, there are no winners. Okami was willing to kill to get better than he was. Was Luke ready to make that same commitment?

Stopping just short of the man's throat, he would flip his blade and tap it with the blunt side, bobbing his Adam's Apple. with the tip of the blade. "Training over. You lose. We start again this time next week. Get your leg fixed, you moron." Okami would say deadpan before a smile slowly lit up his face. Reaching down, he helped Luke to his feet. Hopefully, ths week's session had taught him never to underestimate his opponent. As it stood, Okami could do with a good sparring partner. It had been too long since he had this much fun.

Going back to his house, he made teriyaki beef yakisoba for himself and flopped down on his couch, soon asleep. In the morning, he would have a routine to go through. Breakfast, shower, walk, rinse, repeat for another week. The next week came and went by fast, as Okami couldn't wait to spar with Luke again. This time, he walked over to their designated sparring area extra early, just to piss off the man even more. It was a good tactic. Unsettle your opponent by changing your schedule and theirs. The moment a flicker of doubt is in their mind, it will sprout and grow like a weed. Their spar would be made that much more difficult by the serious look on Okami's face. Messing with Luke was soon going to be one of his unending ways to kill time in this world full of distractions and discoveries.

Once Luke had arrived, Okami would exchange only few pleasantries before lashing out with a fist, aiming to punch Luke square in the face with a right hook while using his momentum to spin around Luke, pushing him off-balance by sweeping the shoulder and giving Okami a chance to draw his kunai blade. Slashing diagonally, he would reverse his grip quickly and draw it across horizontally, flipping it back as he completed his combo. Giving a harsh side kick to the ribs to finish, Okami would look at the man with pity, of all things, in his eyes. "You can't even block that low-grade of an attack? I feel bad for you. You have to stay focused on the fight. Walking into a fight and then setting up will get you killed. Be prepared to fight even before you get here. Now, get in your position."

As he finished, Okami would step around twenty feet away and stop, turning on his heel and dropping into his guard. Watching what Luke would do carefully, the other shinobi would notice his left eye sparkling in the light again, almost as if it could see into his soul.

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#Chakra level: 565
#Luke


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Luke huffed, looking at Okami coldly as he listened to his rantings.

"Like I said; I'm a solo act, something like friendship only slows me down, so your friendship isn't required nor wanted, Okami and that's what I asked for; to have to spar against to train, nothing more or less. Your here to provide a service, that's what I asked for and wanted, not your rubbish talk of friendship, so keep your friendship bullshit for someone who gives a damn since it isn't wanted, especially from you. Like you could possibly understand my feelings, you disrespectful dumbass," Luke growled back as he swung before Okami blocked his strike and forced it into the ground, however, as he gathered chakra in his blade to break his shadow blade, Luke gave him a sharp punch to the face, which would give him enough time to pull his blade out the ground and move back, able to move quickly, even on one leg to avoid the slash to his chest before Okami spoke the word "Tenshisen", a technique Luke was familiar with from his teachings at the academy, however. avoiding it was near impossible...the key word being nearly since the sharp punch to his face should have been enough of a distraction to move out the way before he started firing large dragon-shaped fireballs, the heat of them caused thunder clouds to form around the area as thunder rumbled and rain poured down as the dragon flames attacked him; he brought up his arms to take the damage for him as they got blown off due to them not being that defensive or failing that, left large holes in the arms that remained as what fell to the ground hissed before fading into darkness. Luke then felt blood spill and a wound open up just under his armpit as Okami came in with his kunai blade and slashed him, leaving a bloody wound in under his arm.

He then brought his shadow blade to counter Okami's attack to his leg, seeing sparks fly off the shadow steel blade he had formed onto the kunai, before Okami moved his blade to go up before suddenly changing and slashing horizontally at Luke's chest, who shifted back, however, it still cut into his chest deep, leaving another bloody wound. Giving him more then enough time to kick at Luke's injured leg, making him fall onto his knees before he would feel Okami's blade pressing against his throat as the rain poured down around him, telling him that he had lost the training match and they were to do this again a week from now and that he should get his leg seen to, calling him a moron, which Luke gritted his teeth at. Seeing Okami smiling and trying to offer him a hand up was the last straw for Luke; he never asked for this guy's help nor did he want it. Besides, he had lowered his guard and now, was open to a attack. So, he looked up at Okami, anger and sadness burning inside his blood red eyes.

"But there's one more thing I should tell you..." Luke spoke with a soft anger in his voice as he quickly formed a shadow arm behind him and used it to punch Okami before he would get the chance to guard against it or to respond to Luke. Luke would then change what was left of his bottom shadow arms into four tentacles with shape ends and sent them into the air where he had punched Okami to and used the tentacles to run him through the gut before they would gently lower him down before reseeding back to Luke, becoming arms again to help Luke stand as he would turn to look at Okami.

"One of the first rules of being a ninja: never lower your guard. Did you honestly think I was going to accept your help and be your friend? your crazy if you think otherwise. Besides, no one won today; not me or you; someone with power like yours needs to learn to control it since without it, power and strength is just chaos, but power with control is truly terrifying. I'm out of here, I'd suggest you do the same after apologizing to the people here for torching a quarter of their forest," Luke would tell Okami before he would head to the bridge that connected this small island to the main one where the hidden heaven village was, first heading to the medical centre, where he gave the nurse on duty a heart attack when she saw what appeared to be a demon, walking on giant, shadowy arms before he deactivated them and stumbled into the hospital, where he was taken in for emergency aid, where he was fully healed after a two hour session with some of the best doctors and nurses in the hidden heaven village, he stayed in his hospital room for a day before being allowed to leave. He headed home straight after, not too keen on hospital food, he got some Teriyaki as a takeaway and spent the next few days, planning for the eventual rematch as he returned to the island, setting up traps on the ground and making sure they were covered within a ring of the arena before he would spend the night before the training in one of the trees that was left standing, in a meditative state until the morning, where he hear Okami coming this way, trying to surprise him by being early, however noticing he had yet to be detected, he got up silently before he would leap behind Okami quietly, aiming a punch directly to the back of Okami's head as he landed, using the momentum of his fall to increase his damage overall. So, when it came time to Okami's punch to his face, he would easily grab it and make a sharp movement upwards in a attempt to break his hand, if Okami was looking into his eyes, he would see anger and sadness, all mixed into one despair-induced rage before he would give Okami a sharp kick to the gut to send him backwards.

"I would say the same thing to you; don't get comfortable and don't lower your guard; we ain't friends, your just a tool for training, like all ninja are at the end; we are tools of our villages, used to fight the wars that kill pointlessly; its such a waste of life, that's why targeting the head of the pack is more effective then simply killing anyone in the way. To kill one to save many. But enough of this talk; if you've come here to convince me to be your friend, your wasting your time, if you've come here to help me train like I asked you to, good, then let's get started," Luke said before quickly throwing his Shuriken towards him, using them to open up a opportunity to use his precious blade, Zetsubo. He clicked it out its sheath, a worthwhile blade, made with only the finest in katana making skills, it was Luke's silent yet ever present companion. He then dashed forward at rapidly speed, charging chakra into it before he would rapidly and violently slash Okami across the chest before slashing twice more at lightning speed; slashing him again across the chest on the opposite side and the last one slashing vertically upwards, which would form a bloody star-shape on Okami's chest before he would move back, his blade, if successful, would be dripping with Okami's blood onto the ground.

"Still want to be my friend now? or are you going to help train me like a Jonin would?" Luke snarled at him, clearly pissed off at the beating he got the last time they thought and was eager to repay the favour as his hand tightened on Zetsubo as he looked at Okami, preparing to counter him in case he attacked. Okami may like to let his guard down, but Luke had no such luxury as to lower his guard as he waited for Okami's response.