Sonshi had immediately dropped his rump towards the grass once the nice looking female had taken it upon herself to begin crashing her fists outwards in such speeds that he could barely comprehend with the naked eye. His eyes just weren't trained for her level of movement, they instead seemed ocular blurs through the air that wafted seamlessly through in a bustling, snapped manner. He seemed partial during this fleeting moment to simply observe her stature, her movement with the already keen eyes he wore. Unlike a good deal of others, he was able to simply view small muscle movements that were visible, stances, and differentiate the technique among others so that he could practice such. Just by visualizing this high leveled woman throwing her fists was Sonshi Koga learning. But then, a distraction to what seemed an art of admittedly brutal, but outstandingly beautiful personification.
Sonshi needed a moment to register what the giant man had said to him, he was far too indulged with the woman to even begin caring for the surroundings he had been subject to. He often drifted off on one thing for long exposures of time. It was just the nature of his clan mates usually to get lost in one particular movement that piqued their interests. Scarlet eyes glare upwards towards the man beast, before the words came rushing to his ears like the come down of a loud noise.
"You and about 97% of the village.." He replied, in a manner that seemed to be entirely devoid of expression or feeling. Like a robot was offering you a statistic on a computer screen.
It seemed in the midst of his concentration did he utterly forget the normal ruse of personality that he placed up. It was thrown aside like a bag of trash on to the street. Then the giant began preaching, or something to that effect he surmised. He wasn't exactly paying attention to his words, more so that he was yelling them. It had internally gotten on his nerves. He disdained loud noises, couldn't STAND them. His training had been fortunate enough to hide his displeasure in an impeccable mask of false joviality, but within the depths of his mind it was there. He attempted, for the sake of his own self to instead focus upon the clear teaching methods that he had set out. Zaiaku was displaying a completely genuine method of fighting, and being a taijutsu specialist meant that he could maneuver around his sure focus upon strength in the endeavor of disciplining himself. Of course, like most things he observed in the village it was over as soon as it started. Zaiaku wasn't that stupid, it seemed. Clearly he would've been outmatched if Yui decided not to show her presence in the fight. After all, he wasn't the most persuasive man. Indeed, a good deal more abrasive above anything.
Sonshi had determined him quick to anger. Disarming presence ahoy.
"I was not expecting you to be such a passionate giant, seems I'm learning more and more about you as we progress through this meeting of ours. Unfortunately, I cannot say that I am particularly interested in getting my dress shirt dirty. Perhaps we could set up a later date for us to train, all three, together?" He clapped his hands with his statement. "I was just happening upon what I was happening upon without much realization of my surroundings."
He then turned towards Yui. "Luckily enough, my lineage helps me avoid a good brunt of beat downs in Sunagakure. But, just as any charm it will eventually simmer down. When that happens, I'll be sure to take your advice to heart."
[Training Reaction Time from E0 - D0: 622/750]