The Gym, Sunday Early Morning

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Despite not sleeping well (or perhaps in spite of not sleeping well?), Ino was at the gym rather earlier than normal and going through her taijutsu--hand-to-hand.

And, you know, using it as a way to not really think about things. She’d be fine--really--but thinking about it still bugged her. And she’d be talking about it later today anyway, so why fuss now?

[Ino is here for Liir, but totally open for any of your gymish or Inoish needs.]

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"I can't stay for long," he said as he trotted up. He'd stretched in the room and jogged down; he didn't even take his bag with him to lessons today.

"How're you?"

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She blinked at him, frowning in concern. "Why can't you stay? What's up?"

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"Andrew's not feeling well," he said with a shake of his head. "So I don't want to leave him alone for too long. That's all."

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She frowned at him. "He should be in the clinic then, not just in his room. Or find one of the students that can heal things like that." Kabuto could, but Ino privately doubted that he would if she asked though maybe...

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"He doesn't want to go and I don't exactly blame him, considering," he said. "I've gotten some food into him and some medicine, and I'm keeping him well-watered with tea."

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"That's not always enough," she said mutinously, "and it's stupid to refuse care when it's readily available and people would be glad to help."

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"And I've already promised myself that if he doesn't feel better by this afternoon, I'm picking him up whether he likes it or not and carrying him there."

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"Okay," she said, still not looking pleased, "but if I hear you haven't, or you've gone and gotten yourself sick then I'm going to be not happy."

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"I wouldn't dare make you unhappy," he said with a smirk.

He settled into a stance.

"I stretched before I came.

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"You haven't seen me unhappy," Ino warned him, nettled that he wasn't seeming to take her seriously, "you'd better not."

She glanced at him, eyes still unamused. "Let's try something else today. Try hitting me with one of the stances I've taught you. We'll see how well you've got them put together."

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"No, I haven't," he admitted. The smirk faded into something very very tired. "I'd really rather not, but hopefully it won't be a concern. I won't let him sit around and get even more ill."

He shook off the discussion a moment later before turning to the subject at hand.

"Try and hit you. With what?"

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"With your hands, or your feet," she said dryly, "I haven't been training you with other weapons after all."

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"Do you have a preference?" he asked. "Hands or feet?"

He didn't think he'd actually manage to hit her, but he wanted to know what she'd want to teach him first.

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"Either works," Ino said, "whichever you feel more comfortable with. I want to see where you are, not how well you listen to me."

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He nodded before settling into the stance again; he hadn't moved much but he wanted to have things just so. He considered his balance, how he was standing and where she was. The height difference, perhaps even what she might be expecting, and what other stances he could move to from there.

A moment later, he finally launched a punch at her, most of the power coming from his hip as he aimed to hit her in the jaw.

Best not to take out his base on his first shot.

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She quietly approved of the way he’d stopped and considered everything before launching his first blow. He wouldn’t be able to do that in a real fight, but good for now. And his form remained good as he moved.

On the other hand, a punch to the jaw was an easy thing to dodge and she ducked nimbly under it, aiming a warning swat—that, had this been for real, would’ve been a punch of her own—at his midsection then slipping just out of his arms reach.

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He slipped back into another stance even as his fist went through empty air. She still manahged to catch him with the swat, but it was on his side instead of the center. Then is arms went up in a block even as he locked his eyes on her thoughtfully.

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She waited patiently for him to move. In this she could be patience, in control, just because she wanted to hit someone didn't mean she had to. And, it was better for all involved if she didn't lose her control here and against him.

Ino wouldn't let that happen. So she waited, with warrior eyes locked on him, and far more at ease in her stances than him. Well, no wonder, she had how much more training?

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He took two steps forward before he aimed another punch, moving from one stance to another and adding the power of the movement to his attack. This one was at her midsection, which required him to keep low.

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Now, Ino could handle a hell of a lot more damage than what he was trying to throw at her, but she had no actual intentions of getting in any way, shape, or form, injured today. At least not by him.

She slipped away from his punch, lighter on her feet than his was on his, and went to clip him lightly on the shoulder. "Stop thinking, and think more all at the same time," she said, "stop thinking about what you're doing and consider more what I could be doing."

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"Let my muscles think?" he asked carefully.

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"That's right, muscle memory--your body knows what it's about--you've just got to get out of its way and let it get on with it."

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He nodded before settling again.

This time it was a kick at her knee, one stance to another.