Hands clasped behind his back and head slightly ajar Yoshihisa observed how Sato executed the technique: As predicted, there was much left to be desired and it would go without saying it would do more harm done than good by applying the jutsu on another person as is, but it was hard to turn a blind eye to the level of investment from the boy’s end. This was all the product of a single day of hard work after all, his pride fueling his ambition to something that would bring him closer to realizing his dream. ”Not too shabby if I do say so myself, so much so that I could inform Mikasa-sama on your progress if you keep up with this pacing.”
”However, I’ll have to be honest that while it is impressive, the remainder of the technique is going to be a struggle to get uphill. You should refrain from using it outside of training until you’ve fully mastered the finer aspects.” Holding up his hand to shield his eyes from the low hanging sun, a stoic-faced Yoshihisa knew that this was a clear indication that there was at best an hour left before the academy would close its doors for the day. Before he would wrap things up however, there were still things he’d have to invest in. Clutching his notebook under his armpit, the older shinobi extends his hand, indicating the folded note in his open palm was the boy’s to take. ”While our lesson could almost be considered done for the day, I can’t keep you from studying in your own time if -somehow- you got a hunch on what to do next.” Sketched out on the paper were complete diagrams, ranging from the listing of the basics like hand signs to details on proper hand placement, chakra buildup and even minor yet crucial physical indicators in victims when it comes to dealing with particular types of toxins.
”However, I’ll have to be honest that while it is impressive, the remainder of the technique is going to be a struggle to get uphill. You should refrain from using it outside of training until you’ve fully mastered the finer aspects.” Holding up his hand to shield his eyes from the low hanging sun, a stoic-faced Yoshihisa knew that this was a clear indication that there was at best an hour left before the academy would close its doors for the day. Before he would wrap things up however, there were still things he’d have to invest in. Clutching his notebook under his armpit, the older shinobi extends his hand, indicating the folded note in his open palm was the boy’s to take. ”While our lesson could almost be considered done for the day, I can’t keep you from studying in your own time if -somehow- you got a hunch on what to do next.” Sketched out on the paper were complete diagrams, ranging from the listing of the basics like hand signs to details on proper hand placement, chakra buildup and even minor yet crucial physical indicators in victims when it comes to dealing with particular types of toxins.