Nomura clenched his hand once Chōhei released his iron grip on it, doing his best to hide his pain. Once again, the mask made it easy to do so. There was some wisdom in his opponent's words, wisdom that Nomura would both hope his enemies would dare not follow as well as something he'll continue to ignore! And despite that display he made earlier, Nomura was sure he still runs the risk of accidentally getting killed training with the Oni regardless. Still, he won the respect of who appears to be one of the strongest of the Oni. This much was enough of a trade-off for a couple of broken fingers. Nomura looked onto Mie as she walked over, a look of joy in his eyes as he eyed that healing salve in her hands.
"It seems so. They're a rough bunch, for sure, but at least the issue of their disdain for me seems to be somewhat abated." Nomura said as he made sure to heal his hand, applying the ointment rather hastily. "I'm happy to hear you arranged that I'll be dragged along to train at any moment's notice, by the by." Nomura stated, sarcastically but in good humor. "Well, thank you for seeing to that my wounds, or well, wound, was quickly attended, Lady Mie. And with a bow, Nomura was off.
He still had a good amount of time in the day, it seemed. Socializing with the Oni could wait for later, although Nomura would make a quick note to speak with Chōhei when the time does come. Between that and waiting for Donovan to be done with whatever it was he was doing, it seemed Nomura was free to do as he pleased. In this instance, he chose to once again walk to the shoreline. Instead of fishing, however, he had chosen to merely sit and ruminate on the day's proceedings.
As he watched the waves gently touch the shore, Nomura's mind once more wandered to the power within him. That slap he was able to perform, the energy he was able to gather within his body. If he wished to survive another training bout with the Oni, Nomura knew he had to master channeling that energy in some way. Through his body, his eyes, and even his voice, Nomura was able to strengthen himself through the use of that magic. If he was able to control and maintain that power within, there was no telling what he could accomplish.
For now, he needed to push his limits. Sitting in some form of lotus position, Nomura began to meditate to himself. As he did so, he allowed that magical energy to course through different parts of his body. It's as if he was flexing his limbs individually, empowering one before the other, letting the energy fade before drawing it out once more. He would test the limits of this power, gauging just how much he was able to strengthen his limbs to the fullest while attempting to push past those limits. Nomura continued to train not externally, but from within.