Battle of the Shadow Furries

Yori would just sit there staring at him with a slightly dumbfounded look on her face, "You... wanted to fight me... for practice?" she'd speak. She was trying to actively unpack things in her head and now given the reason for it all. Her tail swished around in partial thought, not sure what to say.

"Jeez," she spoke with a huff and laying back in the bed, "if you wanted to have some fun with a girl like me all you could have done was ask. My family still has a small dojo out in the country to practice in."

Hairou sighed from his actions against Yori lowering his head from guilt "Umm...Yeah, that would've been a good idea. But seems I'm an old fashioned guy who likes challenging fighters in the open" Said the wolf man before sitting cross legged.

"Bu at least now your trained to face the hardships of sudden battles, heh.... " Joking around to hide how he failed at communication from their first interaction

Yori pouted, "Yout either old fashioned or think this all some sort of fighting game at the arcade. The days of families attacking each other are pretty long gone don't ya know unless..." she looked towards him again. She seemed to be a lot more calm than before.


"You're some sort of clan less shinobi of some kind are you?" The fox woman would ask of him. That would make a lot more sense. Regardless of peace times making her a lot less trained in nin on nin combat, she could agree that her fight with him gave her plenty of experience that she hadn't much received outside of friendly environments.

Hairou didn't respond to her answer regarding of his background. He opted to be silent even if it's not that important and preferred to his secrecy in life. "It doesn't matter if I'm a clan member or not, I'm just a guy who follows the path of his art doing his best" The look on his eyes were stern but not in a threatening way.

He changed the subject away from his life and unto hers instead "Anything that you need instead? More food? or some change of clothes?" Seeing how she was mostly naked he thought some outfits would benefit her.

The young fox woman was clearly unhappy with his response but didn't press any further. She could tell that this was going most likely nowhere learning about him and would instead opt to change the subject to something far more helpful in her current predicament.

"Clothes I guess would be rather fine," still nude under the blankets for the most part. She was gonna milk this kindness at the least for a little.

He stood back up holding the empty tray for a quick clean up. Yori could hear his footsteps around the house probably doing his stuffs and hopefully bringing her something to hide her foxy assets.

The door was opened again and with it Hairou was holding a pair of dark clothes. One was blue kimono, something he'd wear occasionally to relax.
The other was a short-sleeved form fitting black suit, a nice underwear for his training and other.....battle related subjects.

It was laid near her "Here you go. Not sure about the suit's size but I hope it's to your fitting"

Yor would wait for her wolfen captor to come back with some clothes for her nude body. She couldn't call him however much of a captor and more so a strange house keeper of sorts at this point, watching as he opened the door and bringing with him some clothes. The kimono was one made for men and would probably be too big for her but at the least wearable while the black suit under garments would have to be what she could make due for lack of her own. She doubted he'd own a bra for her.

"Mind giving a girl some privacy," she would ask him in the most polite manner so far.

As if the obvious thing to do was absent from his mind, Hairou nervously got back up and away to the hallway, smiling tensely "Ri..Right, sorry about that. I'll be in the dojo if you wanted anything. Just...Shout I suppose"

The wolf ninja lived mostly by himself to the point he forgot that she's a lady that needed some privacy. Sliding the door shut and breathing deeply from his clumsiness, Hairou went for the kitchen to prepare some tea for himself before resting.

After Hairou left the fox woman would slowly stand up from the bed, grimacing throughout as her whole body began to ache, Stupid wolf... had to want to prove himself," she says trying to stretch but finding some difficulty. She'd slowly tried to slip on the suit, the black outfit sitting snug onto her as hugged every curb and was partially tight around the chest. Thankfully the material seemed to be somewhat flexible as it formed to her figure.

Bending down after dropping the kimono to the floor made her wince partially before finally managing to get down to pick it up. This was much the opposite as it hung far more loosely on her figure. His wolfly scent filled her nose as she donned his clothes, partially angering her that she had to suffer such a humiliating defeat to a nin of no family.

"Hey, I'm dressed now, where are you?" she called out now beginning to walk around her Hairou's home. She was using the walls to help her walk through the home. Tied as snug as it could, the upper portion of the kimono was draped open, her chest plainly visible in the black suit.

The dojo was connected to the main house, a white sliding door would reveal the vast brownish dojo and it's glossy wood flooring that sparkled today, Hairou making sure it was spotless. Some weapons adorned it's white walls that were mostly wooden swords and staffs. Yet the place was also silent with a an individual standing in the center, more precisely upside down.

He stood there, 2 fingers supporting his whole weight and an arm behind his body. The two fingers slowly turned into one automatically without budging or showing any kind of bother. His calm face showing a high degree of skill and mental fortitude, closed eyes to concentrate even better