Training with Kuri

The boy stared at her silently for a few seconds as if he's considering her offer. Getting a hug from such a busty woman would no doubt feel great. However they're still on a match.

"No, thanks," he said as he gazed away. "Not now."

Kido wasn't planning to be on the defensive forever, so he charged towards her, utilizing the speed on his legs and drew his left fist back, preparing for a straight. He'd fake it again and hit her with his right instead.

Kuri sighed a bit, she was hoping for him to say yes. "Well that sounds ok, we'll make a schedule." she said playfully. But then he finally charged, and it was another trick, Kuri was a little annoyed now, after falling for this once, she would try to absorb the damage, and then strike with one good punch.

Kido didn't expect her to strike back immediately. Her punch hit his cheek and he'd stagger back. Once again he'd keep some distance between them. The thin figured boy rubbed his cheek with his hand, still not showing any expression.

He stared at her for a bit before jumping in again, this time he'd pretend to fake a left punch and actually hit her with it after a slight delay.

Kuri was feeling a bit better as her punch landed, so she intended to just play with him again. But he came at her again, this time he punched with his left and she went to block, believing she had discouraged his faking, but his poker face was just ridiculously good, and he got her again, with faking a fake, he hit a left punch. "You're just so tricky" she said as she finally backed up trying to think of a new tactic.

The boy smirked a bit as he heard her comment. The whole series of feint strikes was something he just came up with on this match. It's why sparring is more fun than actual fight.

"Not really," he said plainly. "Cause there's a person that I'll never able to fool in my entire life."

Kido stayed calm on his spot, thinking to let her take the initiative to attack this time. It'd give him a couple of time to adjust his breath too.

Kuri smiled as he finally smirked, at least he HAD emotion she thought. "Oh?" she would ask, feeling a little curious. He stopped moving away and Kuri actually relaxed before stepping forward, enjoying the spar too much to want it to end from someone being tired. Then she would try to hit with twin jab to the chest, and follow up with a hammerstrike to his side. If this worked she would back off and let him catch his breath again.

He swatted the first jab away, but got unlucky with the second one as it hit him before he could block properly. The hit took some air from him, causing him to stagger a bit while letting out a little grunt. No time to rest though, as she would switch into a hammerstrike and went for his side. He instinctively lowered his arm to protect his side and took the hit with it.

"Oow," he grimaced a bit and quickly moved aside to get some distance. He still maintained his plain expression as he got into his stance again, expecting another attack to come.

Kuri was still focused, her strikes were becoming more and more effective, even if it was just a spar, each hit felt like a mini victory, because he was very quick, and dodged and blocked well. He would block half of her twin strike, and he would block the hammerstrike, but she knew the arm had to be hurting, and when he said "Oow" she could confirm it. he backed up again and she let him, but she could feel herself wanting more out of this spar, she was the Empress after all. But she argued with herself, he doesnt deserve that so randomly! This was not a match she reminded herself, slapping her own cheeks quickly before looking back at him "You still ready to play?" she would ask as his poker face stayed glued on.

"Anytime," he responded, calm as ever.

It's not often he got into a "fun" match, so he might as well make the most out of it. Kido started to circle around her, waiting for an opening. When she went for him he would go low and tackle her legs to trip her.

Kuri was glad, the spar would go on, and he started to circle her, almost signaling it was his turn to attack. Not that she'd ever freely give it to him. She attempted to thriw another punch, but he had other ideas, as he went low, tackling her legs. "Woaaah!" she said, flailing a bit, as she fell backwards onto the mat. She would try to kick her legs out of his grasp before rolling back up.