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Mirohoshi shook his head with a small smile. He could certainly tell that Sanyu wasn't used to being taken care of in any way. In a way, it was rather amusing. Here she was, acting as though helping her out was a drain on his resources, when he spent most nights risking death.

"Fuss?" He chuckled. "It was no fuss at all. It'd take a lot more than that for me to consider something an annoyance of any sort."

He thought for a second, part of him wondering if she'd be OK.

"Perhaps you'd allow me to come along with you? I think I can prevent any more problems if I can notice the energy flare early enough...."

I don't know if the teacher would allow it. Boy, wasn't that a classic excuse. It was also an excuse that tended to hint at other, entirely different reasons that one might not want company. Normally, he'd let it drop. But these weren't normal circumstances.

He tried to think of the best way to keep the situation relatively calm. "Well, I suppose we'll never know unless we ask, now will we?"

One way or the other, he was, of course, coming along. It was just a matter of how.

The annoyance in her voice was not difficult to catch. It wasn't as though she was trying to hide it. However, Mirohoshi was not going to be discouraged. In the long run, him tagging along was for her safety. While she might not be suffering from any obvious permanent effects of her 'energy surges', he couldn't guarantee it would stay that way, and she knew it.

He quickly followed her out the door, closing and locking it behind him, grabbing his backpack on his way through and settling it on his back, straps resting comfortably on his shoulders. To him, the added weight was negligible at best, and the design of the pack meant it wouldn't shift while he walked. Heck, he could fight with it on if he really had to, though it wasn't something he liked doing.

"So, what kind of class are we heading off to anyway?"

Mirohoshi couldn't help but find Sanyu's reaction at least mildly amusing. Here she was, having had issues with her arm at least three times, and she was handling everything with almost an easy boredom, as though it didn't really matter. Of course, the only response she got was a mildly raised eyebrow.

But who was Mirohoshi to argue with her? He spent much of his time risking his life. He couldn't really say anything to a girl who wasn't even sure there was technically anything wrong with her. Although her continued distrust and annoyance with him was starting to grate on his nerves. He hadn't technically done anything wrong, had even given her more of an answer than she could've from anyone else on what the hell was going on.

"I'm not asking you to miss it. Hell, I'm not asking you to do anything but let me tag along as a safeguard, unless you'd rather the arm go out with no one around who can stop it or who knows what's going on."

Mirohoshi shook his head in utter disbelief. Now the girl was just being ridiculous and idealistic. This was the real world for her now. It wasn't just something for horror stories. This was life. This was monsters, ghosts, and supernatural powers, like in some far-fetched TV show, dropped in her lap just like it was his. It was serious, and it could stop working, and there was no denying it.

He followed the movement of her arms as they crossed, the fairly normal action for some reason grabbing his attention, and thereby drawing attention to where they went, attention he very earnestly tried to divert rather quickly. His gaze grew dark, angry, almost insulted at her final statement.

Can't survive? Hadn't this girl ever LOOKED at the world around her, SEEN the lives of others. People survived without such things on a semi-regular basis. Was it fair? No, not at all. But few things in life were, and it wasn't a problem anyone could fix by a longshot.

As he spoke, his voice was soft, quiet, his anger leaking into his words. "You may just have to get used to the idea. But gods be damned, I'm going to try to keep it away from that possibility."

Almost visibly, the anger evaporated, as though Mirohoshi had merely pushed it out of the way. He could feel his own energy peaking, as it did at times when he was annoyed, and had to calm himself down before he released it. It was different in battle when he was actively using it, but having it flare in normal situations was not a good idea at all.

Mirohoshi didn't bother attempting to break the silence. As far as he was concerned, a quiet walk was just fine. He wasn't that much of a talker anyway. Instead, he thought as they walked. Here he was being presented with a problem - a pretty big one at that. This girl had power, there was no denying that. But he didn't know what exactly it was, or how much she had. She needed his help. He knew it, and she knew it too, whether she wanted to admit it or not.

But was she going to be worth the trouble? It could kill both of them, an idea that had apparently not struck her yet, as she was only worried about her arm. But if it didn't, she was help he really needed, help he couldn't really turn down.

Not to mention that him training her meant he was likely going to have to support both of them, as he knew she simply didn't have the time for training and Hollows on top of her current life. Of course, that wasn't technically a problem. He made more than enough for that.

He glanced up at the sign on the dojo. Interesting...He'd heard of the master before. He was supposed to be pretty good. Mirohoshi had never met him before though, and was vaguely intrigued at the possibility.

Mirohoshi very nearly raised an eyebrow. Friend? That wasn't exactly how he'd expected to be referred to. Actually, he'd gotten the distinct impression that Sanyu didn't actually like him much, but was keeping him around simply because he might be able to help her.

Mirohoshi was honored that the Sensei had bothered to bow to him, technically a student, even though he was an expert in multiple forms of martial arts, and returned the bow deeply, stepping back slightly to make sure he didn't bump anyone in the relatively close quarters due to his height and the breadth of his shoulders. Without a word, Mirohoshi removed his shoes and placed them next to Sanyu's. He fought back a slight chuckle at the huge difference in size.

He turned back to the Sensei and spoke, trying to keep his voice low. "If I may be so bold as to make such a request, Sensei, I have a mild interest in more than watching your class today. I have an interest in Sanyu's abilities specifically, and would like your permission to perhaps engage your student in a spar under your supervision after the class." He paused. "Or perhaps, as a demonstration during your class."

He knew many martial arts forms believed in the idea of ki, and somehow, he had an idea that his source of power, and Sanyu's, might be enhanced versions thereof. If his theory was correct, he thought that a martial arts master might actually notice at least the focusing of the energy, like ki is often described as being used, and might be able to help them better. If not, he could at least give pointers in fighting to both Mirohoshi and Sanyu.

Mirohoshi returned the smile. "That would be fine." Technically, Mirohoshi would prefer it to be alone with only the Sensei. Less distractions, less for the Sensei to have to focus on.

Mirohoshi's attention was diverted as Sanyu walked back in, her hair pulled back neatly. He couldn't help but notice it looked good that way. However, he said nothing, understanding that now was the time for class and more proper 'rituals', for lack of a better term in his mind. He would not interfere in any way with how things would normally work.