Ego Puncture (Ask)
Mar 5, 2024 4:05:17 GMT
Post by Kohaku & Ruri on Mar 5, 2024 4:05:17 GMT
"Alrighty, everyone! Class is officially in session!"
It was a bright and sunny day in Rosewood, with only a few white clouds in the sky. Of course, Shoutmon and his students didn't get to see much of that aside from the light pouring out of some very small windows, as they were currently in the gymnasium of Rosewood Academy; a newly founded school just a short Trailmon trip outside of the city of Rosewood proper. The gymnasium itself was sort of similar to a regular school's gymnasium, only it had elements of nature flowing through the walls and floors, which themselves were mostly bare polished timber. This style of building was very much like most of the buildings in Rosewood.
The young rookie level Digimon all sat cross-legged while looking up at their teacher, Shoutmon, who was to instruct them in the ways of fighting. Among this crowd of students were the magical Falcomon and Biyomon siblings, Kohaku and Ruri.
"Good afternoon, kids. My name is Shoutmon, although you probably already know me if you've seen me and my buddy Adrian Boriker around Rosewood... he's the tall human wearing the goggles. And I'm very happy to have the honor of teaching you all the fundamentals of combat. Of course, you'll have to bare with me since I'm still pretty new to teaching, but I'm sure it'll all work out just fine. Now, can anyone tell me why we fight to begin with? Betamon?"
"To fight the bad Digimon real good!" the Betamon happily cheered.
"Well, yes, but it's a bit more complicated than that. Back in the olden days of the Digital World, fighting was pretty much a way of life for all Digimon. There was nothing for them to do besides eat, sleep, go potty, fight, and repeat. Nowadays that can still be the case for wild Digimon, but most civilized Digimon like you and me must know how to fight purely to protect ourselves. We're each born with special powers, but unless we know how to control those powers, we'll do more damage to ourselves and our loved ones if we suppress using them."
To demonstrate this, Shoutmon would snap his fingers and summon a musical-note-shaped fireball in his right hand to show to the class. He'd toss it up and down in the air a few times before allowing it to vanish in its entirety. The entire class ooo'd and ahh'd at the demonstration.
"Of course, before we start using our powers in combat, I thought it'd be fun to start with the very basics of it. Combat is about controlling conflict, not starting or enabling it. You must always be acting, and never reacting, always putting the battle on your terms. I'll need a sparring partner for this demonstration. Any takers?"
Kohaku immediately stood up. "Yeah, I can take you," he said, walking over to Shoutmon, who was just grinning at what he said.
Once Kohaku was in position, Shoutmon wasted no time going for a full punch to the Falcomon's face. Naturally, Kohaku covered his face with his wings, blocking the punch. Shoutmon then did a sweep-kick at Kohaku's legs, causing him to fall over and, in turn, losing the spar. When Kohaku got his bearings back in order, he'd see Shoutmon smiling and offering a hand to him to help him up, which Kohaku hesitantly accepted. The look of shame on the poor bird's face was visible for the entire class to see.
"Now, can any of you tell me where Kohaku here went wrong?" Shoutmon asked the class.
"He forgot to set a trap card!" said Dracomon, a big dopey smile on his face. Shoutmon and the entire class sweatdropped.
"...no, that's not it," Shoutmon said. "He gave full control of the situation to me. He blocked my punch, yes, but he left himself open for another kind of attack. You need to think ahead of your opponent. Act, never react."
"That was just a fluke," rebutted Kohaku. "I could take you down easily, if I wanted to." The Falcomon sounded pretty cocky and also pretty angry that he got humiliated by the teacher.
"Well, why don't you prove it then, Kohaku? I'm wide open, after all."
Kohaku squinted his eyes at Shoutmon before he charged forward with another punch, this time with a running start. Of course, this just allowed Shoutmon to grab at Kohaku's wing and lift him up, slamming him onto the ground. Laughs from the class could be heard, fueling Kohaku's motivation to prove them wrong.
"Remember, channel that anger properly," Shoutmon said. "Don't simply react."
Kohaku wasn't listening. He ran for Shoutmon again, this time to punch him right in the gut. His obvious tells allowed Shoutmon to side-step out of the way, allowing Kohaku to run past a little bit before he jammed his elbow into the bird's back, knocking the wind out of him momentarily and causing Kohaku to fall face-first. The class still laughed a bit.
"This may look funny to you now, but it'll be a lot worse on the battlefield," Shoutmon said to everyone as he once again helped Kohaku up. "If you're up against a powerful enemy, there's no shame in running away. But for those moments where running isn't an option, knowing how to fight is the difference between life and deletion. And teaching you to fight is why I'm here."
At this point Kohaku would go back to where he was sitting before, albeit now he wished he could use his shadow powers to melt into the shadows and hide away. Ruri could tell that her brother was feeling rather furious, and she patted his shoulder to show him her sympathy.
"Here's what we're gonna do; we're gonna have everyone split into groups of two. I want you both to spar with each other, keeping in mind what I said about acting and reacting. Here's how the groups will be split up..."
"I hate him," Kohaku grumbled, sitting next to his sister on the Trailmon back to Rosewood. "I hate Shoutmon so much." Kids in class were laughing at him all day due to the spar. He claimed he could defeat Shoutmon of all Digimon, one of the most powerful Digimon in Rosewood, and he had his butt handed to him in multiple ways.
"He didn't mean to humiliate you, Brother," Ruri said. "He's trying to teach us how to fight. Remember the last fight we were in?"
"We held our own pretty well, we didn't need his help."
"We both ended up being fused into a GrandisKuwagamon. We don't know what we're doing, Brother. Besides, Shoutmon's nice, and he's a chosen Digimon."
"He's annoying. Whatever it is I have to learn, I won't be learning it from him."
"Brother, he's a LEGEND in Rosewood! We should be trying to be more like him. You know he'd be one of the first to fight Dad if he ever showed up, right?"
Kohaku remained silent. He didn't want to admit that Ruri had a point, even though his feelings towards Shoutmon at the moment were less than pleasant. He crossed his wings and looked out the window, still trying to debate these feelings in his head. Maybe he wouldn't be feeling this way if the other kids didn't laugh at him... would he?
It was a bright and sunny day in Rosewood, with only a few white clouds in the sky. Of course, Shoutmon and his students didn't get to see much of that aside from the light pouring out of some very small windows, as they were currently in the gymnasium of Rosewood Academy; a newly founded school just a short Trailmon trip outside of the city of Rosewood proper. The gymnasium itself was sort of similar to a regular school's gymnasium, only it had elements of nature flowing through the walls and floors, which themselves were mostly bare polished timber. This style of building was very much like most of the buildings in Rosewood.
The young rookie level Digimon all sat cross-legged while looking up at their teacher, Shoutmon, who was to instruct them in the ways of fighting. Among this crowd of students were the magical Falcomon and Biyomon siblings, Kohaku and Ruri.
"Good afternoon, kids. My name is Shoutmon, although you probably already know me if you've seen me and my buddy Adrian Boriker around Rosewood... he's the tall human wearing the goggles. And I'm very happy to have the honor of teaching you all the fundamentals of combat. Of course, you'll have to bare with me since I'm still pretty new to teaching, but I'm sure it'll all work out just fine. Now, can anyone tell me why we fight to begin with? Betamon?"
"To fight the bad Digimon real good!" the Betamon happily cheered.
"Well, yes, but it's a bit more complicated than that. Back in the olden days of the Digital World, fighting was pretty much a way of life for all Digimon. There was nothing for them to do besides eat, sleep, go potty, fight, and repeat. Nowadays that can still be the case for wild Digimon, but most civilized Digimon like you and me must know how to fight purely to protect ourselves. We're each born with special powers, but unless we know how to control those powers, we'll do more damage to ourselves and our loved ones if we suppress using them."
To demonstrate this, Shoutmon would snap his fingers and summon a musical-note-shaped fireball in his right hand to show to the class. He'd toss it up and down in the air a few times before allowing it to vanish in its entirety. The entire class ooo'd and ahh'd at the demonstration.
"Of course, before we start using our powers in combat, I thought it'd be fun to start with the very basics of it. Combat is about controlling conflict, not starting or enabling it. You must always be acting, and never reacting, always putting the battle on your terms. I'll need a sparring partner for this demonstration. Any takers?"
Kohaku immediately stood up. "Yeah, I can take you," he said, walking over to Shoutmon, who was just grinning at what he said.
Once Kohaku was in position, Shoutmon wasted no time going for a full punch to the Falcomon's face. Naturally, Kohaku covered his face with his wings, blocking the punch. Shoutmon then did a sweep-kick at Kohaku's legs, causing him to fall over and, in turn, losing the spar. When Kohaku got his bearings back in order, he'd see Shoutmon smiling and offering a hand to him to help him up, which Kohaku hesitantly accepted. The look of shame on the poor bird's face was visible for the entire class to see.
"Now, can any of you tell me where Kohaku here went wrong?" Shoutmon asked the class.
"He forgot to set a trap card!" said Dracomon, a big dopey smile on his face. Shoutmon and the entire class sweatdropped.
"...no, that's not it," Shoutmon said. "He gave full control of the situation to me. He blocked my punch, yes, but he left himself open for another kind of attack. You need to think ahead of your opponent. Act, never react."
"That was just a fluke," rebutted Kohaku. "I could take you down easily, if I wanted to." The Falcomon sounded pretty cocky and also pretty angry that he got humiliated by the teacher.
"Well, why don't you prove it then, Kohaku? I'm wide open, after all."
Kohaku squinted his eyes at Shoutmon before he charged forward with another punch, this time with a running start. Of course, this just allowed Shoutmon to grab at Kohaku's wing and lift him up, slamming him onto the ground. Laughs from the class could be heard, fueling Kohaku's motivation to prove them wrong.
"Remember, channel that anger properly," Shoutmon said. "Don't simply react."
Kohaku wasn't listening. He ran for Shoutmon again, this time to punch him right in the gut. His obvious tells allowed Shoutmon to side-step out of the way, allowing Kohaku to run past a little bit before he jammed his elbow into the bird's back, knocking the wind out of him momentarily and causing Kohaku to fall face-first. The class still laughed a bit.
"This may look funny to you now, but it'll be a lot worse on the battlefield," Shoutmon said to everyone as he once again helped Kohaku up. "If you're up against a powerful enemy, there's no shame in running away. But for those moments where running isn't an option, knowing how to fight is the difference between life and deletion. And teaching you to fight is why I'm here."
At this point Kohaku would go back to where he was sitting before, albeit now he wished he could use his shadow powers to melt into the shadows and hide away. Ruri could tell that her brother was feeling rather furious, and she patted his shoulder to show him her sympathy.
"Here's what we're gonna do; we're gonna have everyone split into groups of two. I want you both to spar with each other, keeping in mind what I said about acting and reacting. Here's how the groups will be split up..."
"I hate him," Kohaku grumbled, sitting next to his sister on the Trailmon back to Rosewood. "I hate Shoutmon so much." Kids in class were laughing at him all day due to the spar. He claimed he could defeat Shoutmon of all Digimon, one of the most powerful Digimon in Rosewood, and he had his butt handed to him in multiple ways.
"He didn't mean to humiliate you, Brother," Ruri said. "He's trying to teach us how to fight. Remember the last fight we were in?"
"We held our own pretty well, we didn't need his help."
"We both ended up being fused into a GrandisKuwagamon. We don't know what we're doing, Brother. Besides, Shoutmon's nice, and he's a chosen Digimon."
"He's annoying. Whatever it is I have to learn, I won't be learning it from him."
"Brother, he's a LEGEND in Rosewood! We should be trying to be more like him. You know he'd be one of the first to fight Dad if he ever showed up, right?"
Kohaku remained silent. He didn't want to admit that Ruri had a point, even though his feelings towards Shoutmon at the moment were less than pleasant. He crossed his wings and looked out the window, still trying to debate these feelings in his head. Maybe he wouldn't be feeling this way if the other kids didn't laugh at him... would he?
