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Eunmi shook her head, grabbing Henrietta's outstretched fist.

"You need to hold your hand properly," Eunmi said, positioning Henrietta's hand properly. "If you punch something the way you were, you'll break your hand."

Eunmi made a fist with her right hand and then held up her left hand straight. She made contact with her knuckles to her open palm.

"You want to hit with these two knuckles," she said, then pointing to her the knuckles that belonged to her index and middle fingers. "Hit it straight, but don't hit with the lower part of your fist."

She gestured by tapping the bend of her fingers just below the knuckles against her palm.

"That will break your fingers," she said. Then she pointed to Henrietta's wrist.

"And don't point your hand down or up while you punch," she said, running her finger down the straight edge from Henrietta's pink to her elbow, since she'd fixed the punch. "This is strong, it takes all the force and directs it in the right direction. You want to move and rotate the angle of your punch with your shoulder, not your wrist."

The same things that applied to drawing applied to fighting ((Who knew?)). Eunmi gestured by twisting her upper body, hooking her fist across from the right to the left.

"See how this is still straight," she pointed to her arm. Then she dropped her stance and backed up.

"I want you to do ten steps forward, a punch with each arm, each step," Eunmi said. "Hana!"

She would count in korean til she got to ten.

((Also, btw, this kind of stuff takes weeks, even months, of practice to get muscle memory for. I am expecting Henrietta to mess up a lot, and not 'do everything perfectly', just because it's unrealistic otherwise and is kind of a slap in the face to someone who actually spent a lot of time practicing punching and kicking.))

((Actually it was 10 punches total, five each hand.))

"Chul sa," Eunmi said. She had never explained what this meant before, but her gesture with her hands would probably make Henrietta understand what she meant. It meant 'line up', but Henrietta would probably interpret it more as, 'get the ******** back to where you started.'

"Par row," Eunmi said, making no gesture to say 'get back in the ready position.' Eunmi didn't say anything as to whether Henrietta was doing well or not - she had made her corrections already, and Henrietta would have to keep practicing to get it right.

"The next thing you have to learn is the side block," Eunmi said. She stepped to her centerline with her right foot, having had her left arm extended to aim, right hand crossing overtop of the left (palm down) and then twisting her arm clockwise. This strike would have her hand in a fist, palm towards her, thumb out, and elbow bent at a 45 degree angle. The fist would be just below her eye line.

"The blocking arm always crosses over top the previous blocking arm," Eunmi explained. "Same deal with momentum. Do you understand?"

She paused.

"Ten more of these, remember your breathing. 'Ch' on the exhale, kiyap on Yol. Ready? Hana!"

Eunmi walked to where Henrietta stood on her kiyap and fixed her stance. The walking stance itself was a bit off, and she twisted the girl's hand a bit more to make the edge of the forearm straighter. After the stance was fixed, she held Henrietta's fist and pushed, to make sure Henrietta was holding the stance firmly.

"You'll need to keep working on this," Eunmi said, but seemed to be fine with how things were progressing.

"Chul sa. Par row." Eunmi stepped forward again.

"The next two are very similar. The difference is only the way the hand is held," Eunmi said, holding her hand as a fist in the air. She switched it, extending her fingers and tucking her bending her thumb but pressing the tip against the hand, rather than inward on the palm.

"The 'knife hand', some call it. You'll have to know both, but really, this is the only difference."

Eunmi stood in the ready stance, left hand extended, pointed towards the ground. She came to her centerline with her right foot, raising both hands up, palms up in fists, left hand crossing overtop of the right, and then struck down at the ground as her foot placement came to where it needed to be. Her fingers extended into the 'knife hand', elbow bent slightly at a 45 degree angle, the left hand placed back at the waist palm up.

She gave Henrietta a minute to figure it out and then turned, arms behind her back.

"Low block with the knife hand, kiyap on Yol. Ready? Hana. Dool. Set. Net. Daset. Yasot. Ilgop. Yodul. Ahop. Yol."

After that, she would gesture for Henrietta to go back.

"Chul sa. Low block with the outer forearm. Kiyap on Yol. Good? Alright. Hana...!"

Eunmi looked a bit bored, acknowledging what was wrong with the stances, but making no attempt to correct them. It was a lot of information, and Eunmi knew Henrietta just needed to take it slow and practice them before she could expect perfect stances and movements.

"Chul sa," Eunmi said. "An jo." And Eunmi sat down, sitting across from where Henrietta would be standing, gesturing for her to sit as well. She was seated cross-legged, resting her elbows on her knees and leaning forward to rest her chin on closed fists.

"Practice makes perfect. I can't teach you much else until you get these basic things down. It's tough, and I know you want to improve quickly, but you just have to push through it.

"The good news is that once you have the basic forms down, memorizing your stances and such, the newer techniques become easier - minus maybe the spinning or jumping kicks. But those, too, will become easier once you know how one or more of them are performed."

The korean leaned back, resting on her palms.

"But these are the fundamental building blocks. They seem like they would be useless in a real fight, right?" Eunmi paused, waiting for a nod. "But you learn later to adapt them. A snap kick seems silly to use in a fight. But you can feign a higher kick and then when their hands are up, pivot and kick them in the groin or stomach when they're not expecting it."

Eunmi yawned.

"You also shouldn't push yourself too hard," Eunmi said. "You just learned the kicks today - you obviously spent time practicing them today. But now we've worked your upper body as well, and you're still probably sore from yesterday.

"I guarantee you, tomorrow you'll feel ten times worse," the teenager said. "You need a few days between intense workouts like this. You're building muscle by the sit ups and push ups and even the stretching you do by performing the kicks and blocks and punches. When you do that, you're tearing down the muscles you have and they need time to heal to become stronger."

Eunmi looked intently at Henrietta.

"We should have waited," Eunmi said, thoughtfully. "But I think this is also a lesson for you to learn."

“Damnit, still got nothing.” Jump pace back and forth in front of the convertible, tapping on his xtransceiver screen. Kiedis and Hexum sat lazily on the side of the Skyarrow Bridge, looking over the water. “The local precinct says they’ll have people by here later to take our place, but they don’t know when.”

He collapsed, laying down on the hood of his car and looking up into the clouds. Each one that passed by was different, but no matter what happened he kept seeing the same shape in their changing forms. The Interpol agent narrowed his mismatched eyes at the horizon, lost in thoughts of adventures long since past.

His Lucario suddenly stood up. A massive Aura presence was approaching on the bridge. Normally Hexum would warn Jump about something that contends to be as strong as him, but the feeling of the Aura was familiar. “…Jump, that guy-“

The Interpol Agent turned his head to face his Lucario. “I’m starting to feel him too. Don’t worry about it.”

“Didn’t you two get into a fight outside of Nimbasa City?” At this question, Kiedis’s ears perked up in interest. The Teddiursa remembered the event well.

“It was a misunderstanding…how was I supposed to know that he wasn’t keeping a machine gun in his violin case?" Jump looked to his pokemon for support on this theory, but they didn't look like they were going to give it to him. "C'mon. Bad guys always hide weapons in music cases.”

The sound of an upbeat, celtic violin playing came closer. It forced Jump to smile as he sat up and saw the incoming musician. “Violin Guy, I wasn’t expecting to see you around here anytime soon.”

As he got close to the car, Moze lowered his violin to his side and returned Jump’s grin with his own. “I knew I was feeling a funky groove I’ve felt before. How’s it hanging, mister officer?”

“Don’t call me that, you’re making me feel old,” Jump grumbled while sitting on the side railing. Moze took a seat next to him. “Just call me Jump, dude. I’m not that much older than you are, am I?”

“Maybe ten years? Zeraaa~shasha, now that’s the spirit, you’ve still got a whole life ahead of you.” Jump groaned. In his line of work, that was never a given. “Hey, have you settled those problems you’ve had yet? You’re in front of Castelia, after all.”

The question made Jump flustered, and he shifted his eyes away. “That’s not…you ain’t…here’s the deal, man…” The Interpol Agent buried his face into his hands and let out a low scream.

“I’m guessing you didn’t?”
“NO!”
“Well have you talked to her, at least?”
“If by talk you mean ‘she doesn’t know I’m even in Unova’, then yes.”
“Ouch. What happened to your big plans?”

Jump rolled his eyes and gave Moze a look of exasperation. “Yo violin guy, you have no idea. This girl can be as cold as ice, she’s got to be melted a little first. This is all just a big...melting process...”
Moze grinned and rose his eyebrows. “Sounds to me like you’re just picking up any normal girl. I thought this one was special.”

The Interpol Agent looked up at the sky again. It had been a couple of minutes, and the shapes of the clouds had changed again. Yet he still saw the same thing.

“She is.”
“So, you have to treat her like she’s special.”
“I know, I know. I’m trying. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

He looked down at his xtransceiver. “Everytime I wanna try talking to her, I just get the feeling that I'll say something stupid and screw things up again. She just keeps..."

Moze leaned closer to try and see what lurked in Jump's glassy eyes. Behind them was something wounded. "...pulling away. And I can't do it anymore man, it's drivin' me crazy. I'm trying real hard to make a plan, but I'm not good at this kind of stuff. It used to come naturally to me. Not with her."

Moze gave him a pat on the back. “It’s okay man, you just have to freestyle it. You’re making too many plans out of this. No offense, but you seem more like the freestyling type to me. Go with the flow, man.”
“Yeah?” He paused, lost in thought for a few seconds. “…I think I’ll give that a shot. So. You found what you were looking for in Nacrene?”

Moze nodded, accepting Jump’s unsaid proposal of changing the subject. “Yeah, I was right about my sister being there. She’s doing well, she’s got herself a good band of trainers. They’ve got a sweet tune together.”

Jump chuckled, amused as always by the musical metaphors. His grinning died slowly while he took on a more serious look. “…did you tell her what’s up?”
“She asked if I was closer to finding a cure…I told her I was getting there.”
“Well how are you holdin’ up, then?”
“…more or less the same.”

They sat in silence for a while.

“Hey dude, I could probably pull some strings to get you to Interpol Island. They’ve got a dope medical center-“
“Shashasha, don’t worry about it,” Moze told him with weary happiness. “I’ve been to all sorts of doctors, modern medicine isn’t going to help me. I’m trying to take a natural approach.”
“Yeah? And what does that mean?”
He grinned. “Good karma points.”
“I’m serious dude. The opportunity’s yours if you need it.”
“I know, thank you.”

Moze stood up and slung his violin case over his shoulder. “There’s a lab past Driftveil City I’m traveling to. They might have some research that I can take a look at.”
“So you’re headin’ out there now.” Jump stood up as well, and extended his hand, which Moze looked down at. “Hey man, good luck to ya.”

Moze took the hand and accepted the handshake. “Zeraaa~shashasha, thank you! I hope you find the melody of love you’ve been after.”
Jump laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah, I hope you, uh, do too dude.”

The musician walked past the roadblock and continued on past Jump. The Interpol Agent began to walk back to the car and his pokemon.

[You two have a nice chat?] grumbled Kiedis as he held his stomach. The Teddiursa hadn’t had honey in days. It was getting to him.

Before Jump could answer, he heard a fit of coughing behind him. It died down for a moment, then erupted again in full force. All the sound of it got farther away, the volume began to go up until it just became wheezes. Not turning around, Jump’s face darkened and he plopped himself tiredly into the seat of his car.

“Yeah. Real nice.”

((Needs more posting.))

((Don't worry about it, dude, that's what the summary page is for. There's gonna be another event soon, so you think you'll be able to get online enough to take part?))

((well i had planned on typing a very long and rivviting post that would ensnare the reader and thrust them into a world of wonder but this is what i ended up doing just to peice together Takamaru's time line. enjoy))

previously..

After locating Iron Hide whom was still with Takamaru's mother and sister, the group wandered off towards pinwheel forest. after a couple hours of un-eventful traing the group left for there suit. To where Takamaru was forced to bathe by his oh so very loving mother. thus the night came to a close with Takamaru bunking with Spike and Iron Hide on the floor, the trio snoozing in a very carefree manner. Closing the door on the day.

((right, so about what time is it into the 5th day?))