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The chuunin more widely known as Chuutarou found himself in a dojo, a place where almost any person or sentient creature could learn and practice a particular form of martial arts under the tutelage of a recognized master. The reason why MoRueran ended up here was because he lacked any formal or basic training with weapons despite attaining the rank he has now, a rank he only attained by accidentally slicing his opponents' ligaments, surprising them in tests of strength, or downright tickling them into submission. None were ever made the wiser as to what else the boy from Mimtar was capable of... that was until a certain Jonin Commander forced the purple weirdo into a corner, made him enter his Battle Schizophrenia, and then immediately restrained him when the effects of his aberration were too much for him to bear.
It was a rather neat a proper place inside-- though Mo had neither any knowledge nor immediate concern over where he was exactly-- and it was only ever disturbed by the imposing figure of what appeared to be a man decked out in noble battle regalia. Mo's first reaction was to clap in an expression of his awe and wonder, to which he did.
Yakedo Itonami had begun his way to one of the many dojo's of which he owned. Yakedo was to tutor a certain Chūnin in exchange for payment, and this payment would be used to further strengthen Ikigakure. What will this student be like? Will he have an affinity for Kenjutsu? Or will he be a complete dingus? Yakedo thought to himself as the man was getting closer and closer to the dojo. With him, Yakedo had brought seven different blades, three Odachi, one Tōnto, his Genkou Blade, and two wooden blades which would be used in the practise. As Yakedo was soon metres away from the dojo entrance, the guards who stood by the entrance immediately bowed in respect, awe, and duty at the sight of Yakedo. They stood up, opening the door to allow Yakedo to enter his grand Kenjutsu Dojo. "Sir, the boy is very eccentric." one of the guards spoke. Yakedo simply chuckled. "So was Bakuro."
As was his manner, the silly youth was quick to hop up from where he was sitting to greet the newcomer by scurrying over, tripping over a non-existent obstacle, hop back up, and give a comical salute in one horrendous procession of chaos. There was absolutely no discernible means of judging whether the individual who stood before the prospective teacher was a weird little idiot, or an amazingly cunning savant who was probably hiding more than he let on. Regardless, Mo entered into this endeavor as a mildly dangerous man-sized child. If all things went well, Mo would come out a much more dangerous man-sized child who knew how to use a sharp piece of shiny metal.