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"Tch," the teen clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth, eyes averting briefly, smile managing on his lips. "Don't flatter yourself." Maybe the actor wasn't always quite as charming as he tried for. But, he was already getting tired of this! And they hadn't done much aside from give him what would surely be a nasty bruise. Maybe it would make up for the slip in manners.
Adjusting footing, Asher slid slightly in the dirt, but managed to stay standing mostly where he had started. Not having nearly enough experience to combat any of this, the boy lifted his arms to shield his chest. This was going to really hurt, wasn't it? "I feel like you just wanted an excuse to beat me up," he admitted, lowly. Of course he would talk for the last few seconds that his lungs would have breath. Why let perfectly good air go to waste?
While watching Asher get his butt kicked was plenty entertaining, even Whiskers chose to look away during the impact. "Sounds fancy," the feline commented, focusing on her topic with the other Digimon in the party. "I'm more fond of the Cat O' Nine, fur whips, though." Primarily -- if not only -- because of the title. They certainly didn't seem like fantastic props for combat. "She seems to enjoy violence," was an additional comment from the cat, as she finally looked back to see just how interesting Karin's fighting would turn out.
"Flatter myself? I wonder?" she shot back, grinning.
After kicking Asher, Karin used the force to backflip and landed on her feet. She got talent as gymnast afterall. Ever since she fight as Lord Knightmon, she keeps honing this talent. Her appearance that looked like a cat seem to be really fitting.
"Alright, Ashfur..." damn, Fluffykin's puns are contagious! "Enough of the beating, it's just to see how good is your reflex. Let's take a bit rest and talk about your spurrits."
At least she's good enough to say that this is mostly a test! She tossed a water bottle at him. "From what I see your reflex is good, your reaction is good, but against something unknown you preferred to fight head on instead of using the terrain to your advantage... It might be unfair for me to say this, but I need to see how you respond to sudden change of situation. Anyway with that being said... tell us your about spirits, otherwise we can't really help."
...Meanwhile, Jeanne who is feeding Fluffykin cannot help but to think that the dubious name of the tool sounds like a thing used for... questionable scene to... rouse excitement.
What was there to wonder? Not that Asher had much time to ponder, or even ask, considering he found his forearms pressed tightly into his chest at the force of the kick. Forcing himself to keep any pained sounds from surfacing, the spirit user found himself stumbling back, and falling into a sitting position. For a moment, the redhead couldn't even hear Karin over the ache that ran through his arms from taking the hit. It was probably a good thing that they were already taking a break of sorts.
Zoning back in at the sight of something being tossed at him, the teen reached out to catch the water bottle. Okay, that didn't necessarily feel smart to do. His arms already felt kind of heavy from being too tense! And from being kicked. But Asher was trying to pretend that hadn't happened. "Thanks," he mumbled after a second, moving to open the water bottle.
Listening to the analysis of his act, Asher took a drink of water while staring at the girl. After lowering the bottle, he felt the need to point out, "it's like you think I know how to fight." Or, more accurately, how to fight anything that's not as dumb as a high school boy. But, as far as his spirits went? "Well, you know about the fox," he pointed out, dully. "I think she's supposed to be sneaky. Disappears into shadows and stuff." Which, really, made sense when one considered that a low-level monster probably didn't have a lot of force behind it. Stealth would be important for something like that! "Doesn't work if she hits something, though. Not sure what else it does."
And, beyond that?
Yellow eyes lifted to look toward the sky and trees. Be in a happy place, Asher. And try to pretend that talking about the champion isn't going to get you laughed at, horribly. "The one I got the other day was called Kinkakumon. Has a club. Or a baseball bat. I don't really know. Looks like she can throw a punch." Way less sneaky than Renamon! But, he figured that Jeanne might at least recognize the name of the champion, to help with identifying it.
Meanwhile, Meicoomon paused her eating to tilt her head at Jeanne's most recent statement. "Is it nyat?"
"You'd be surprised of what a cornered human can do," Karin answered, grinning impishly. "And no, I'm not expecting that you can fight, not with how you can't dodge my kick the first time we met anyway." she answered bluntly "so perhaps this is more or less very above my expectation." Is it always blunt answer from her? Well, she's definitely dislikes to beat around the bush with Asher, although it's called politeness in Japan!
The moment Jeanne heard the name, she suddenly snorted, followed by Karin who desperately tried to stop herself from laughing. Still, it doesn't help that both of the spirits Asher got so far are females! More snorting and stifled laughter came from the two who tried their best to control themselves.
"OK, who told you to enter some sort of contract with the cat?" Karin asked.
"Boku to keiyakushite, mahou shoujo ni natte yo~" suddenly Jeanne mimicked a certain white skinned alien from a certain magical girl movie, then both proceed to laugh harder. It took several minutes before they could calm themselves down and Karin opened her D-Terminal to show Asher the so called Kinkakumon, aka Oni Lady.
"...That's Kinkakumon," Karin pointed out, still wheezing from the aftermath of the laughter.
"Well, if I was cornered, I really don't think I'd just stay a human," the teen defended, lowly. While bad to admit, it was true. When there was the potential to use Renamon or Kinkakumon as a form of defense, where his normal body couldn't... Why wouldn't he utilize that? There was another drink of water before he continued to talk. "And, was it actually above or below your expectations?" Considering Asher had no idea what he was doing, he couldn't imagine that Karin was overly enthused with his abilities!
Eyes glazed over, as the laughing began. "I knew that was going to happen," he admitted, lowly. Of all the things that he could turn into, a woman in a cape and bikini had to be it. Still, he had to raise an eyebrow at the cat comment. "A contract?" Someone clearly wasn't familiar with magical girl anime!
While Jeanne quoted the alien, Whiskers fluffed and curled her tail a little, while raising her feelers up to her ears in some attempt to mimic the appearance of the white alien. Not necessarily a carbon copy, but close enough! Sort of. "Nya, I loved that show," the Meicoomon purred, before her tendrils dropped to their normal positioning.
Meanwhile, as a visual was brought up, Asher found himself even less enthused with the situation. Yes," he agreed, slowly, "that is what she looks like." Lucky him. Turning into a woman that surely had back problems from how large of a bust she had! "She even has a brother. Who is very alive, and very large." And Asher very much did not want to see the silver oni any time soon. Guy gave him the creeps! "I swear, I have the worst luck with spirits. You don't think they're all going to be like that, right?" Someone either needed to give Asher some hope, or crush it entirely. Knowing his current company, it was more likely the latter!
"Well, fair, but just saying, evolving in real world might cause disturbance. Best don't do it unless you're sure you can pull a Superman stunt in somewhere less... visible. There are no obscure telephone booth unfortunately in Japan," she commented "not that the light alone won't be distracting."
Of course Karin and Jeanne's laughter doubled the moment Fluffykin mimicked that! Oh dear, she have no idea what to say, but apparently the Meicoomon loves that anime! Yet the master had no idea! Well, let's stop here before they start thinking the Meicoomon really gave the master a contract or sort. Asher seem to be very unenthusiastic the moment she gave the visual of his spirit. Well, Karin understood, but still found this entire situation really funny.
"Huh, well that's new," she honestly commented, mirth completely disappeared from her voice "I ever heard of really ancient spirits, but... one that have a brother that still alive and kicking? Now that's new. This might means that the Digimon cannot return as a Digitama, so the only way for her to materialize is, well... you."
...Still, why oh why would he ask that question knowing that both of the girls really love to tease the hell outta him?
"...Are you seriously asking that to us?" both of the human and her Digimon asked at the same time, grinning widely, wider than Cheshire cat.
Asher really never understood the Superman stunt. Telephone booths were really obvious. And it would be impossible to change in one nearly fast enough to save anyone from a disaster! "What light?" Was that a serious question? Of course. "As long as I don't fight, Renamon disappears in the dark, anyway," the teen argued, just for the sake of arguing. Kinkakumon was far more obvious, however.
"So, instead of getting something ancient and wise, I get," the redhead paused, processing just how bad of luck he had, "a woman in a swimsuit. Right. Just what I always wanted to be." The sarcasm there was off the charts! Asher really didn't want to be a woman, at all! Couldn't the world show him a little pity, for once?
With smiles like that, Asher instantly regretted his question. "I get a feeling that I don't want you to answer," he admitted, lowly. This Digimon thing was going to be the end of him, wasn't it? And, after all that work into becoming a normal member of society. All gone! He should have just pretended that the digivice hadn't been on his table.
Trying to change the topic before the thought of permanently being a woman caused too much distress, the actor figured he'd return to the reason that he was brought out here. "Are there more plans to today, other than making sure I leave with a ton of bruises?" That seemed important enough to ask!
"What light? From the spirit evolution of course," Karin answered. "There usually light accompanying any evolution or devolution for that matter. I don't know how it affects you but... eh."
Karin understood why the guy just want to use as much sarcasm as he could for some reason, but it's something that happened to him and definitely cannot be solved anyone but himself so she can't help much on that matter. Doesn't mean she would stop laughing though.
"Good... Anyway, no," she admitted. This time, she give him a metal bat.
"Knowing that you got Kinkakumon, this will be easier for us. We'll train your accuracy. It might sounds like we'll be playing baseball, but in truth, baseballs can help you train your accuracy in dealing with projectile attacks. Come here." she gestured at him to come deeper into the forest. There, as expected there are several baseballs tied to a rope and dangling from trees.
"Let's see... make sure you bat these balls, don't let 'em hit you... I think you know the law of action and reaction, right? You also know how pendulum works, right? That's all. By using this training, we'll train your accuracy and at the same time your dodging capability. If it's needed, go on ahead and evolve to Kinkakumon.. but preferably not. Because as much as home run is good in baseball, I still would like my training equipment intact"
Evolution light. Right. Did that, uh, happen? "But, it's dark?" Was there a glow? Asher didn't know. He supposed he hadn't digivolved in front of a mirror. "I mean, I see black. Guess I can't speak for everyone around me." Not that he had much time to ask others what he looked like when he was shifting forms!
Maybe luckily, or not, the conversation was veering away from women forms. "Metal?" Asher found himself uttering, while a bat was shoved into his hand. Okay, they definitely weren't doing the combat thing anymore. This would actually hurt if it hit someone! Hopefully, Asher wouldn't end up hitting himself with it, instead.
Following Karin to the strange batting range, the teen soon cringed. Oh, yes, he was surely going to hit himself with something here! "I should be fine," the redhead insisted. Or he would get hurt. Which was more probable? It felt kind of weird to just swing at baseballs attached to a tree, but Asher had learned his lesson on complaining during the test fight! "If I break something, I'll buy you a new one, okay?" At least, then, Karin couldn't get too mad about damaged equipment, right?
Meanwhile, Whiskers was busy staring at the rope that attached the baseballs. "How did mew think of this?" It was definitely something the feline wasn't familiar with, as far as training techniques went! But, then again, the Meicoomon didn't really need much in the way of training!
"I guess it's up to how the subject see it, huh? Well, from what I see, there's light... Well, it goes the same for normal Digimons. Anyway, yes, metal. Do you have any sort of problem with it? Too heavy maybe?" Karin herself is not the type that could lift something heavy. Sure, she got mean kicks, but that doesn't mean she could use those bats for prolonged amount of time! Not helping that she never really used any sort of sword in fight!
"Well, no need to pay me back for anything... as long as you don't broke it from the get go, everything would be fine. I mean, if an equipment served its purpose then I don't care even if you bent that thing into half." Let's not think that he'll slam that bat directly to a tree, Karin! Be nice for once! "I'm sure you'll do stellar... and you know what they said. You said that you're not a masochist, so I believe pain will help you learn and avoid 'em." A friendly smile flashed on the girl's face before she slapped Asher hard on the back. "Goodluck and make fool of yourself if needed. Everyone need one of those moments to grow."
Jeanne meanwhile just smiled at Fluffykin's question.
"Let's say... we do this in similar way, only biomerged and it's not baseballs but iron balls instead."
Gaining a confused expression, Asher opened his mouth to argue about the light, fully aware that Karin would probably disagree still. But, instead, Whiskers piped up. "Nya, he's telling the truth. It gets rawrly dark," she commented, with a tilt of the head. It was kind of strange, but spirit users did strange things. Isaac had fancy evolution methods, too, after all.
Tapping the end of the bat against his leg, the redhead shook his head. "There's no problem," wait, too heavy? Really? "Definitely not too heavy." It was just a metal bat! Then again, Asher was a bit bigger than Karin, so it shouldn't be any surprise if she found difficulty with it! Piper certainly wouldn't be caught playing with metal bats for extended periods of time. But, she wasn't dealing with Digimon, either.
At least Asher wasn't as concerned about buying equipment now. It would probably be pretty impossible to just bend a metal bat in half! Jerking slightly at the slap on the back, the spirit user threw a glance at Karin, before prodding the balls in front of him with the tip of the baseball bat. "This is weird," he admitted, lowly, while examining what he was supposed to be doing.
Whiskers was certainly interested in the training methods that Jeanne and Karin took up. "Why metal balls?" Probably because they wouldn't be as easily destroyed! "Yarn balls are so much better." Of course that would be the cat's input!
Karin let the talk about evolution drop. If that's what happened then she guess that it's plausible. Now, she just smiled amusedly at Asher's attempt to do whatever she told him to do. Well, it's fine if she give a bit example, right?
"Move away a bit," she told him. "I'll give you an example." This time around she's being... if she have to say, gracious to give him a chance to walk away from the training field's perimeter. She took two wooden swords that prepared beforehand. From her way of twirling it, one can say that she's not used to it... no, perhaps, calling her amateur at handling sword would be accurate.
"...Jeanne, five minutes."
"OK~" The angel in holosuit took out stopwatch from her pocket and readied it just in case.
She exhaled and twirled her swords once again, almost like it's a ritual. With a wry smile that seem like self depreciating, she...
"HAAA!" With a battlecry, she began hitting the ball in front of her with a wide swing that sent the ball swung to the front. Using the moment it needs to return, she hit the one to her two o'clock. Using both wooden weapon, Karin bat the balls, only for it to return. At first, she managed to parry, dodge and hit, but as her momentum goes faster and faster...
"One, two... four... hmmm, as expected..."
The balls began to hit her body. She's not used to not having her backs without the ribbon of Lord Knightmon afterall.
"...Eight... ten, fourteen..."
The ball hit her from every direction. From the momentum, there's no way it won't be hurt, but she seem didn't care all that much. About two minutes later Jeanne blew the whistle as a sign that the trial ended.
"...a hundred and seventy four strikes, eighty five dodges, fifty six parries... and fourty four direct hits. Five in particular would be fatal if it's actual attack," Jeanne declared. Karin sighed and seem to be absolutely frustrated.
"If only it's at that time, I can lower the direct hit to just mere three!" Karin protested in frustration.
"It can't be helped. Currently you're not armatized and not to mention the length of the sword is too long. You're too used to your whipsword with dagger length blade. It's not your fault really. Now, Asher, do you understand what you should do?"
'A bit' was an understatement, when Asher took several large steps away from the hanging balls and from Karin, in general. Shifting glances between Karin and Whiskers, the young man seemed utterly confused by the entire ordeal. Didn't it hurt to get hit with those? And, wasn't she getting tired? This 'Digimon' thing seemed like more hassle than it was worth!
"Are you seriously upset, when you hit over a hundred of them?" Proof of a newbie to an experienced fighter, it seemed! One would surely be in awe, while the other disappointed with their results! Asher was fully aware that he would probably hit one every thirty seconds, and then get hit in the face by the item! This was going to be terrible in comparison!
Looking at the items on their strings, the redhead let out a sigh. "I think. Hit them, and try not to get hit back, right?" The instructions sounded simple enough! But, it didn't mean that he'd have much luck with it, once in practice!
"I think it looks like fun! Evfurryone likes to bat at string!" At least someone had an upbeat 'purrspective' on the subject! But, the vacant expression that the Meicoomon received from her human implied that he was not sharing the enthusiasm. Ah well, she had tried!
"The thing is," Karin began before drinking some water from her water bottle "...you think that's abnormal while I think that's poor performance. You heard her. Some of those hits are fatal. If those hits you, then dead you'll be. You might think that this is too much work, but once you become an experienced spirit user, fighting will be second nature to you. Just think of yourself as Power Rangers or something."
Might be a bit of too much of a stretch, but not that Karin care about it. To her, after training so long to master her biomerged state, she don't even need to comment how much lately she's sorely tempted to use parkour in her everyday life...
"...Anyway, what are you doing hitting it that weak? If you're afraid to hit it because it hurts then what's the use of the training? The training is to inscribe the feeling of pain to your body, so you need to avoid it because it hurts if it hits you back! At least you got it easy with baseballs. You want to try hitting iron balls?"
Karin returned back to her seat and takes Fluffykin from Jeanne's lap and feed her again.
Staring dully at the balls, the teen prodded at them a little more. "Can we please skip to the part where I'm actually good at this?" The simple answer to that would be no, because Asher was probably never going to become good at this 'game'!
Hitting one of the items a little harder, the redhead stopped to look at Karin. "Power Rangers? Are you kidding m-ow!" Reality brought the item slamming back into Asher, startling the newbie Spirit User enough to jump away.
Giving a small snort, Fluffykin failed to keep herself from dissolving into a fit of laughter. "I can't! I can't believe that happurrned! How Does. That. Happen?" Soon, every word was staggered from the feline's laughter, before she simply gave up on words and waited until the fit passed.
Asher twitched slightly, staring at Karin while trying to maintain his composure. Deep breath. Think about happy things. A couple weeks ago, there were happy things. Before Digimon. And talking cats. And Karin and Jeanne and collars and... okay, these aren't happy thoughts! "No, no iron, thanks," he chirped, forcing positivity. Taking a few better swings, the teen continued to recount what stupid things might have led him to this moment.
Now that she had finished laughing, Meicoomon returned to eating, only pausing to look between Karin and Jeanne. "So, mew two have biomerged befur? What's that like? Does that mean Jeanne is actmewlly rawrly strong?"