Viral didn’t need to teach Takeshi anything; he could have left him to go on his merry way, getting killed by an attacker because he couldn’t parry. He was doing Takeshi a favour and all he could do in return was moan about it and think he was the better fighter because he could use Ki. It was constant scrutiny he was under all the time and everytime those weaknesses of his were constantly pulled up. It always made him angry, the constant mental smack that he was inadequate in some form compared to everyone else. Glaring at Takeshi, he growled lowly before waving his hand in his direction, “I can do more than you’ll ever be able to do! I can blast you out of the sky with the power of a sun…I don’t need to be able to fly to have an advantage”. It was awfully hard to put up with that, feeling completely inadequate just because he couldn’t do certain things. His other abilities weren’t even up to scratch, but he tried desperately to defend them even when they had never been properly put to the test.

Watching Takeshi, he glared at him before slowly folding his arm, his paw going over his sore arm instead of completely folding over. If Takeshi was going to treat him like this, then he was going to deny him that, “Guess what, genius: you’re not supposed to win during lessons. The whole point on a lesson is to learn, not win”, he spoke calmly, staring at him with a hardened gaze, “You’ve got to get that through your thick head or you may end up getting killed”. He should probably think about trying to sleep again with Takeshi going as he slowly unbuckled his belt, he pulled it away from him and placed it down beside his bed, giving a glance towards Takeshi when he spoke once more, “Great…medicine. Maybe we’ll throw it at the King and hope we cure his evil…”

Shu and T’charrl were sitting fairly quietly and pretty close to each other, Shu feeling a little tired and T’charrl quite worn down. Neither wanted to be sitting on the hard floor all day and Takeshi sure was taking his time. When Takeshi finally arrived he had got them nice goodies, T’charrl sitting up and Shu scooching across the floor towards Takeshi. Holding his hands out at Takeshi, Shu squeaked a little before his eyes went to the shoes, staring at them curiously as he tilted his head, “Ooh? Oooohhh, I’m not good at these…” he sighed, taking them towards himself and sliding them on carefully. They were not very comfortable and he didn’t know how to stop them from falling off, but if they would stop his feet from getting sore then he had to put up with it. Sighing a little, he soon bounced a little, “Ooh! Food! Drink! Sippy-sippy?” he asked up as he made grabby-hand movements, “I’m hungry and thirsty…”