Before T'charrl had tossed his own attack Shu was well on his way to forming one as well. While he had gathered the energy quicker the little guy also seemed to be having trouble handling it too, more so than their friend. Just getting it under control the younger boy tossed it out towards the water, most likely in hopes of getting it to explode over the waves. Instead of even reaching the water it exploded right on the shore. Lifting an arm to shield his eyes from the dirt Takeshi smiled, still pleased with his brother's progress. "Not bad Shu, not bad. If you want it to go further you have to pack it more tightly. Once you toss it the Ki will start to expand, it's all about sealing it before you let it go." That was the case for individual little blasts anyways. Different things could influence that too, like velocity, if you were shooting a sustained blast and how strong it was to begin with. For the sake of their beginning lessons he wouldn't go into all of that. 

Now then, time for T'charrl's turn. As Shu had done the Kaesstrian gathered his Ki, the orb seeming quite unsteady as the energy bounced around in his palms. Giving him a nod to go ahead their friend lobbed it out into the water, cutting a pretty wide path through the waves before ultimately exploding a few dozen meters out. The explosion wasn't quite as brilliant as Shu's had been, but the control was much better. The case seemed to be then that Shu had more energy but less control of it, whereas T'charrl was pretty much the exact opposite. They had to work on two different points, control and release to reach the same ends. "Both of those were good guys, honest," Takeshi replied, smiling as he gave a nod of his head. "Still some work to do, but we'll get it down soon enough. Want to give it another go?"

"Hey now... Fighting isn't a bad thing. Not so long as you have a good reason for it anyways." More or less everyone here fought as a lifestyle, so saying fighting was a bad thing was calling everyone bad. Sure, if you fought for selfish reasons or simply for power then that wasn't very good, yet Roshi knew that wasn't why Viral fought. If that were the case he wouldn't have the kind of company he did, that was obvious. Also obvious was the fact that the man was quite depressed, the hermit could tell both in Viral's speech and mannerisms that he was rather upset. "Of course there is a point to counting your age, it marks another year of life, another year of accomplishments. If you let yourself lose track of time then you lose meaning, and believe me son, you don't want that." Chuckling softly Roshi smiled, becoming quite serious as he looked at Viral sympathetically. "I've been around for... Oh, a few hundred years. And yet I still count my age, celebrate my birthdays. Because just being alive is something worth celebrating, don't you think?"