[Glancing across the wind-swept fields, Shoto absorbs their surroundings. He'll note their open space, passing between its collections of targets, and near-by neatly placed obstacles. Another, far-off group of wooden dummies set beside rows of straw mannequins. There's softened-up dirt for sparring, with shallow pools just beyond it.
For a moment, he's distracted; briefly wondering which terrain is best. Practical more, for which magics, considering all there is to start with. Eyeing sands, and rough turf. He looks for stones, and damp boundaries, and natural fire-resistant somethings.
He's not the most stable—seeking barriers and containments when Kasha's feeling especially "noisy". His assessment's important!
He's questioning where to start.]
Sure. [An honor to be considered: what with all the better students, the number of specialists still to choose from. Not to mention her choice of teammates. His strength's his combinations, reliant on speed, and mixed elements. His simultaneous activations involving often-opposing composites, with his old techniques modified.] Your wind's pretty strong, already...
no subject
For a moment, he's distracted; briefly wondering which terrain is best. Practical more, for which magics, considering all there is to start with. Eyeing sands, and rough turf. He looks for stones, and damp boundaries, and natural fire-resistant somethings.
He's not the most stable—seeking barriers and containments when Kasha's feeling especially "noisy". His assessment's important!
He's questioning where to start.]
Sure. [An honor to be considered: what with all the better students, the number of specialists still to choose from. Not to mention her choice of teammates. His strength's his combinations, reliant on speed, and mixed elements. His simultaneous activations involving often-opposing composites, with his old techniques modified.] Your wind's pretty strong, already...
[He folds his arms.]
What did you wanna work on?
[Casually. He could match her own pace.]