"The usual, Amaya?", called out the bartender as the albino female entered into the establishment. It was nearly five o'clock in the evening and already the place was relatively busy. People were getting off work, and the place would be rather packed sooner rather than later – something Amaya knew all too well since this was a bar she came to often enough when she wasn't busy working.

Amaya was dressed in rather normal attire for the day; mainly because it had been pretty warm earlier on before the sun had begun to set. A light tan tank that went only halfway down her stomach was paired with a pair of green shorts that went down to right about the tips of her black painted fingernails, and standard black shinobi sandals. Her village hitai-ate was tied around her right arm, and her long white hair was tied back in a ponytail; albeit a messy one. Amaya reached up, pushing her yellow sunglasses up to rest on the top of her head as she turned her red colored gaze towards the bartender. "Aye. The usual.", Amaya responded over the general din of the bar.

The bartender nodded to Amaya who turned and walked to her usual booth off in the corner; it was less busy than at the bar and that's how she preferred things. She sat down, scooting over and shifting sideways so that her back could rest against the wall and so she could prop one foot up on the booth and the other on the foot: comfortable, just like she liked it.

While the bartender got busy grabbing her a bottle and a glass filled with ice Amaya turned her attention onto the bar as a whole, looking around for any familiar faces. She picked at the black paint on her fingernails idly. So far things were peaceful, but she highly doubted it would stay that way for long: already she could spot a couple beginning to arguing angrily with each other; both parties were rosy cheeked which was a sure fire sign they had been there for at least an hour or two.

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Quaint. A small establishment, one he'd been meaning to try himself for sometime now at the recommendation of his cousin, the owner. It would later seem that Amaya read his mind. He'd been dying to get out of the house for some time now; it was a nuisance to have to sit for hours on end, listening to his brothers and sisters all day, every day. It was nice to get out, and spend time out in the fresh air, even if it was only enough time for a cup of tea.

Quick steps moved the male through the streets, emerald eyes looking about for the side street that was rumored to house this cafe. When he found it, he turned down the street, offering smiles and small wave to the passerbies, some of whom recognized him, and made room for him to pass through; others stared curiously at him, as if they couldn't quite place his face. He didn't mind it, but just to be sure that there wouldn't be any issues concerning an admiring fan coming up to get his attention, the male slipped a hand into the jacket he wore and produced a pair of sunglasses and slipped them on. It wasn't much, but it would help.

As he would step into the tavern, he looked about and his eyes lit up at the sight of her, his newest friend was sitting in the corner. With a grin, the male would lift the sunglasses from his head via his tail and make his way over to the female and slide into her booth opposite of her.

“Allo, deary. Fancy seeing you here.” Gone was the nervousness of their previous encounter, thanks in great to a pep talk from his older brother on how to talk to women; particularly those who could kill you in an instant if they felt inclined. The male would wink an emerald eye at Amaya, his infectious smile spreading from ear to ear like a monkey. “How've you been?”

As the male spoke his eyes would drift upwards, back towards the actual bar where his cousin was working behind it. A subtle eyebrow was raised in Wukong's direction, clearly questioning: That you? You're with her? Wukong would merely give a discrete nod of his head, signaling a confirmation. It was a common agreement between members of the Myugan family that if another appeared came into the bar with someone they were attempting 'win', drinks were on the house for the 'couple'. Amaya didn't need to know this, but for Wukong, it was a blessing.

[434 WC]

Amaya was just beginning to contemplate getting up and putting a stop to the fight that was likely going to break out soon between the couple: they were standing across from each other at this point with clenched fists: when the door opened again and in walked Wukong. Her mind blanked; no longer caring about the couple who would be coming to blows soon enough as she focused fully on Wukong. A smile slid across her face as she watched Wukong make his way over and then slide into the booth across from hers smoothly.

"Eh... I've had a pretty long and interesting day honestly. Was helping my niece with some training earlier, and figured a drink was more than in order now that we've finished." It was true enough: helping Jinx to train was like teaching a sociopath how to better kill - and while she was all for teaching her niece new tricks, it was still a bit disheartening the way the girl saw the outside world due to what her mother had put her through before she had gone to live with her father. It especially didn't help given that her niece had fully disclosed her intentions of murdering her mother one day when she was strong enough. Talk about family drama.

Even with her own personal problems still fresh in her mind Wukong's wink and smile was more than infectious and had her own smile growing a bit more: there was something about him that she still couldn't place that just caused her to relax and let her guard down a bit: something that most people could never dream to achieve. "What about you?", she asked while mentally debating if she would tell him more were he to ask in more detail about what had gone on: so far the portion of her brain that said Yes, yes I will was winning.

Her attention drifted from Wukong only long enough to focus on the drink placed in front of her; she offered a smile and nod of thanks before shifting her red colored gaze back onto the interesting individual across from her. The drink was brought to her lips and sipped while she waited for his response.

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The couple arguing did not even phase Wukong; given his family's penchant for drinking, he grew up in and around bars that family members owned. To him, the arguing couple was normal bar noise; and that in itself was just background noise. If things got rowdy, he was sure that his cousin could handle it; if they got to be too much, then Wu had no issues with stepping in. For now, a quick glance would let him know that one of the other workers, a bouncer paid to be there was stepping in to attempt to calm down the situation, and quite possibly escort the couple out before they could disturb everyone else any further. For the moment, his attention would remain on Amaya, his entire demeanor generally showing that he was genuinely interested in what she had to say.

"Eh... I've had a pretty long and interesting day honestly. Was helping my niece with some training earlier, and figured a drink was more than in order now that we've finished."

An eyebrow would be raised a this comment; she had a niece? This was news, but it should not have been surprising; she did mention having a brother, after all. Perhaps, he would get to meet them both one day.  That is, if he could continue to charm the hell out of the female sitting before him. He smiled broader as she finished, nodding slowly to show that he was paying attention. In the momentary pause between Amaya speaking, yet another cousin of his working in the bar would stop by the table with a bottle for him and a glass. As Amaya began to speak again, Wu would pour himself a shot in the glass was brought with.

"What about you?"

Wu would lift the glass up and take a sip from it; the dark liquor within held a smokey flavor, something he greatly enjoyed. He thought about how to best answer the question for a moment before he responded. “My day... has been uneventful. I trained for a bit this morning, ran a few errands for my mother, nothing special. I was going to try and head down to the mission board and see if I could make some ryo, or see if they finally found me a sensei.” It was at that moment that he realized he potentially fucked up his entire groove; he'd just insinuated that he still lived with his mother, and revealed his age. Well, it was true; he did still live at home and was kinda young [seventeen was a good age! He was old enough to vote, damnit!], but that wasn't the point. She did not need to know he still lived with her. Maybe she did not mind; she did know he was a genin, so it wasnt like he had tons of money lying around everywhere, and it was not his fashion sense screamed 'RICH'. The male was dressed as he normally did: he was dressed in a white button down shirt, that was left open to show off his muscular chest and stomach; His lower half was clothed in shorts that hung low enough on his hips to allow his tail to swing freely. If anything, his sense of fashion screamed something else, maybe flamboyant, or so he was told a few times. Oh well.

In an attempt to change the subject, the male continued on, attempting to stay calm and cool. “But speaking of family, tell me about yours. What happened today? I realize I never asked you your family name the other day during the entire time we were together, so I guess I am making up for lost, or rather, misused time.”  As the male finished speaking, he would lift the drink up again to finish it and proceeded to pour himself another glass. He could only hope that Amaya was in the sharing mood; he wanted to know everything she was willing to share about herself; in return, he had no qualms about sharing details about his own family and life.

[434 + 680 = 1114 WC]

Out of the corner of her eye she could see that the couple who were near to coming to blows were being handled by what was obviously a worker of some sort for the establishment, likely a bouncer; which meant simply that she wasn't going to need to get involved. At least, not unless one of them was a shinobi; in which case it given her rank it would be up to her to break it up, and then lay down the law on one or both of them: though, that didn't seem to be the case here given they both just looked like a couple of hot headed civilians who raged out when they got too much booze in them. Though, both were calming down pretty quickly given the presence of the bouncer that had startled them into forgetting whatever fight they had been about to have.

So with that situation entirely under control she shifted her attention fully back onto Wukong, though in truth her red colored gaze had never left him. She brought her glass filled with alcohol and ice to her lips once more and sipped it as she listened to Wukong speak, explaining that his day had been uneventful minus some training and some errands he had run for his mother. While the idea of him living at home and helping his mother would have caused some women to mock or tease him, it had quite a different reaction in Amaya. Amaya believed that family came first; you helped your parents because they took care of you while you were growing up. Family was everything to her. So, a gentle smile formed on her face, devoid of any sort of teasing or judgment. "I'm glad to see that there are some people outside of myself who still believe in helping their parents. Family is everything after all."

She then toyed with an idea that had popped into his head: he spoke of having checked to see if they had found him a sensei yet, and in truth Amaya didn't have her own squad. She hadn't wanted one, really, but a single student she was more than willing to take on. "What would you say to me being your sensei? I have no intentions of taking a full squad; but I'd be more than willing to take you on as a private student."

Another sip of her drink and she was setting the half empty glass down on the table top for a moment to ponder over how to answer his question: again she felt no need to lie, no need to hide. In truth she never wore the Uchiha clan symbol on her clothing not because she wasn't proud of the clan from which she came but because she knew it painted a target on her back. Still, she was getting no hint of ulterior motives from Wukong, and felt no reason to lie. "As far as your question goes... I'm a member of the Uchiha clan, actually. While I was training my niece today she gave away her intentions of... harming her mother. Or worse. I honestly can't say I blame her but it's still disheartening to hear. Her mother is a piece of work to put it nicely; which is why I'm thankful Jinx is now staying with my brother Naota." Just thinking about it all was enough to have her picking up her glass again and downing the rest of it: oh yeah, family drama was sometimes the worst to have to deal with. But, that was why booze and a good conversation came in handy more often than not.

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 "I'm glad to see that there are some people outside of myself who still believe in helping their parents. Family is everything after all." 

A slow blink crossed the male's face as Amaya spoke; did he just score a point with his babbling? If so, the fucking win. The smile would return to his face in full force soon enough. If she thought he was a bit more mature for still being willing to help his mother, then he would use it to his advantage. It also helped that he agreed with her; he shuddered to think of what happened in other households as he observed they way other males (and females) treated their elders nowadays. The amount of disrespect they showed should have been listed as a criminal offense. It would seem that this disrespect would extend to those that they did not now; it would even double, if not triple. The young male was slightly afraid that he would turn out like that, except for the fact that his mother kicked his ass growing up whenever he was being disrespecful; as a result, he suffered from a psychological disorder known as RFO, or 'Respect For Others'. It  was incurable, but it was something he could live with. Thank god, there was no medicine for him to pay for, not that he would want it.

"What would you say to me being your sensei? I have no intentions of taking a full squad; but I'd be more than willing to take you on as a private student." 

Another slow blink would be crossing his face at this moment. She was offering to be his teacher, but what would this mean for their 'relationship'? Was this.. her way of putting Wukong in the friend zone? Was it because of his age? But at the same time, the prospect of finally getting a sensei? It was seemly a good trade off – he would still get to enjoy her company either way, and it was not like she was telling him that she did not like him. He would have to think about this for a bit before he could give a definite answer. As he was think, Amaya's next words made him pause, and his eyes widen.

"As far as your question goes... I'm a member of the Uchiha clan, actually. While I was training my niece today she gave away her intentions of... harming her mother. Or worse. I honestly can't say I blame her but it's still disheartening to hear. Her mother is a piece of work to put it nicely; which is why I'm thankful Jinx is now staying with my brother Naota."

Oh no.

Oh god.

Amaya was an Uchiha.

Gods, help him.

He'd heard about the Uchiha; their clan was literally infamous for the things certain members had done in the past. But this wasn't all. Amaya was the sister of the Sannin, Naota.

Holy shit. He was going to die.

Perhaps it would be better if he were friend zoned. No chance for him to fuck up, and then a village Sannin after his head. No, there were much better and less painful ways to die in this world. He was quietly freaking out, and trying now to show, but more than likely, he was doing a shit job of it. In an attempt to keep himself from making a total fool out of himself, he smiled nervously, and nodded quickly. "So, you're brother is Naota? Like, THE Naota? The Sannin? Thats awesome." A motion later and the grass near him was swallowed refilled. While the booze within it did nothing for him, the slight burn was soothing. With another motion, he downed this glass. "Its no wonder your S rank, Amaya. Being related to someone like that? You kinda obligated to be great yourself."

After a moment, the young male would chuckle. "Least, it seems more noble than my family. Buncha drunken monkeys and fighters is what they are." He didn't say more, but would elaborate if she felt inclined to ask. His family wasnt much special, and being labled as a drunk was an honor.

1114 + 693 = 1808/1500

REA E-3 to D-3 completed.

308 WC remaining

Another glass was brought to Amaya and placed in front of her filled with a bit of ice and a lot of alcohol while her empty glass was removed from the table. Even though she was only a drink in the fact that she was a 'light weight' in the sense of her body to alcohol ratio meant that the alcohol was already beginning to have an effect on her, especially given how fast she had drank her first glass. Now, while she wasn't drunk by any sense, or even considered tipsy at this point, the alcohol was in a sense freeing her mind. It was removing the mental 'blinders' she wore so to speak and allowing her to see things... differently. Not so much changing her perception on things, but allowing her to stop over thinking things. She normally stopped herself from doing what she wanted and instead always did what was best for everyone else: the alcohol was allowing her to now focus on what she wanted to do, instead of what she should do.

Amaya reached down and picked her refilled glass up with her fingertips and brought it to her lips as she watched Wukong process the information she had just given him: and by process she meant go through the whole "oh shit" connection that people tended to have when they realized just who exactly her darling elder brother was. She would have smiled in amusement where she not in the middle of drinking a good decent gulp of the liquid in her glass. By the time her gulp was finished and the glass placed back on the table top - now a good third of the way empty - she had regained total and complete control of her composure meaning that only the same gentle smile showed.

"Aye. The Naota is my brother. Of course, don't let that disuade you from going on our next little date. I enjoyed myself the last time, and I'm waiting for our next. Plus, Naota's not so bad; honestly." She rather hoped that by giving up that tid bit of information she didn't end up destroying any idea of the pair of them going on another date; she had enjoyed their first impromptu one, and had figured that an actual pre-planned date would be doubly as fun. Even their bumping into each other at the bar was enough to have her smiling constantly: she enjoyed the male's company, and had no intentions of allowing anything to destroy that.

With that last thought processing through her mind another one popped up - what would people think if Wukong agreed to become her student, and yet found out they were... dating? Seeing each other? Whatever you wanted to call it? She was sure there was likely a rule somewhere about that - that someone would eventually end up saying something about it - but she couldn't bring herself to care nor bring it up at the moment. Especially as the fresh gulp of alochol began to further relax her.

At what Wukong said next she almost snorted as she picked her drink back up. "You know, some of the best fighters I've seen have been drunk. I'm not joking either. I hung around with a lot of Taijutsu fighters which is partly why I studied so hard when it came to medicine; and most of them when they were intoxicated were vicious - plus, you could never predict what they were going to do next. Rather interesting fighting style, really... Does your family use such a style?" When she finished speaking she would bring her glass up to her lips once more, draining the rest of the glass with relative ease as her pale cheeks began to gain a bit of a rosey color.

With Amaya's glass downed she placed it back down on the table top, knowing that the watchful bartender would likely fill it again soon. The alcohol would go completely to her brain sooner or later, but she couldn't bother herself to care since she was having so much fun. "So, what do you think about my offer? Or do you want time to think on it?", she would ask as she picked a small piece of ice out of her glass and pop it into her mouth.

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"Aye. The Naota is my brother. Of course, don't let that disuade you from going on our next little date. I enjoyed myself the last time, and I'm waiting for our next. Plus, Naota's not so bad; honestly."

….She was asking him out for another date? Maybe he wasn't so screwed after all. Perhaps she really was interested in him after all. Well then, perhaps he should see how far he could get with this: he was a curious monkey, after all. If she was still willing to go out on dates with her, then who the hell was he to complain? He would not, that was for damn sure. The objections would not come from him, and it was beginning to look like they would not come from Amaya either. But then again, if she were to become his Sensei.... that would possibly a different story. What would people think if Wukong agreed to become her student, and yet found out they were... dating? Seeing each other in ways that took the phrase of 'Student Teacher bonding' to a whole new level than the norm? Was there even a rule against this sort of thing? Had it ever happened? Would someone attempt to stop them? For fucks sake, they were consenting adults; they should be allowed to date and do whatever they damn well pleased so long as they were not hurting anyone else. Amaya was a goddamn S rank Jounin, and Wukong, even as a Genin, was considered as an adult given that he was a ninja, for fucks sake. It was potentially frustrating, but Wukong had a simple response: Fuck them. Fuck them all. He would down the next shot from his glass as Amaya spoke again.

“You know, some of the best fighters I've seen have been drunk. I'm not joking either. I hung around with a lot of Taijutsu fighters which is partly why I studied so hard when it came to medicine; and most of them when they were intoxicated were vicious - plus, you could never predict what they were going to do next. Rather interesting fighting style, really... Does your family use such a style?"

Oh gods. He would refill his glass for a moment, staring down at it for a moment as he attempted to formulate an appropriate response to her question. It wasn't like he had anything to hide from her; if they were going to be going out on dates, then she would have to find out eventually. It would best to tell her now, and save himself any potentially bad situations later. However, before he could speak, she asked him another question.

"So, what do you think about my offer? Or do you want time to think on it?"

In response, Wukong would shake his head, taking a sip from his glass rather than just guzzling it down. “Nah, I'll take it, deary.” He would flash her another grin, followed by a wink. “A guy like me would be foolish to turn down such an offer from a beautiful woman such as yourself!” He laughed, then downed the rest of his drink, and grabbed the bottle to pour himself another shot. Whatever the hell was in this bottle, he was becoming fast addicted to it; it seemed perfect to him. “And uh, hehe, its funny you should ask that about my family.” He grinned widely, raising his arms above him a stretch before continuing on with what he was going to say. “You see, I'm sort of... mixed in the family department. Me mum is Myugan, and me Da, bless his soul, was a Gekido. Da died when I was a baby, and there was not much to remember him by, except my tail.” To clarify his point, the male would bring his tail into view, wrapping it around his bottle and using the appendage to refill his glass after he downed yet again another shot of the liqour. “Apparently, every child born in Da's family has one; something about a clan contract with Great Apes or something.” Again, another pause filled with him downing the glass and refilling it with the bottle gripped by his tail. “So obviously, I was raised by me Mum and her family, ya? Well apparently, the her side of the family has 'Alcoholic Chakra' running through their veins. We all are literally shitfaced, twenty four hours a day, seven days a week but we can handle it. Normal booze does nothing for us; I could literally drink until I was bloated, and the worse thing to happen to me would having a serious need to piss it all away. Makes holidays around the households quite a lovely thing to see. There's booze every where in the house, and it goes down like water for us.”

He male grinned wider now, lifting the bottle itself to his lips via his tail, and downing the rest of it to prove his point. “But the real kicker is that me family uses Drunken Fist as our fighting style. You should know, as a medic: drinking relaxes the mind's restrictions on the body's muscles, allowing us to reach untold strength. We channel our chakra throughout our body and get drunk off it to fight. Makes things interesting to fight. Like you said, a drunk man is hard to predict in a fight; and we're all pros at it.” Lifting his free hand to his mouth, he covered a burp, before waving a hand in the direction of the bar – a few moments later, another bottle was brought and placed on the table for him, along with a freshly chilled glass. “Don't get me family wrong based on what I said earlier – we don' just drink all the time. We are functioning alcoholics. We own a bunch of bars in different town and villages, including this one. Most of us moonlight as bartenders in them while we're not off doing missions for the village. And so long as you're family or friends, you drink free!” He grinned again, wondering how she would take that info. It wasn't often that he talked about himself or his family like this, and it felt kinda good to do so.

[308 + 1036 = 1344/1875 WC]
END E-2 to D-3

So, he was willing to take her offer and become her student. The acceptance caused her smile to turn into a full blown grin: it was one more reason for them to spend more time around each other so she was by no means going to complain. Not only would this give her something to do with someone she rather liked being around, but it would help him out too in the process. Amaya could and likely would be a bit of a hardass as a sensei, but it would all be well worth it for Wukong in the end, of that much she would make sure. Of course, this would complicate their current relationship a bit, but they would deal with that and work something out. Amaya by no means had an issue with separating business from pleasure.

Her empty glass was once more taken away and a third refilled one placed down on the table in front of her. She kept her red gaze steady on Wukong as she listened to him speak while she used the fingerips of her right hand to pick up her glass once more and bring it to her lips. She sipped this one slowly, already beginning to feel the fuzziness caused by the alcohol beginning to envelope her brain. As she listened several questions she had had were answered, including the reasoning behind some of Wukon's monkey-like characteristics. She wasn't one to judge of course what someone was, but it had burned at her curiosity nonetheless because some people got such characteristics naturally while others allowed medics or the equivilant of to preform sometimes exceptionally dangerous experiments on them. She was happy to hear it wasn't the latter. She found herself feeling rather fascinated as Wukong went on to explain this 'Alcoholic Chakra' that his clan had, and the fact that it essentially made them functioning drunks. She was likewise interested to hear that actual booze had little to no effect on him or the rest of his family - it was quite the opposite of what was going on with Amaya at the moment that was for sure.

When he went on to explain about the Drunken Fist style of fighting that he and his family used she made a mental note to read up a bit more on that: she was just beginning to really get into her own Taijutsu training, and she wanted to make sure she would be able to help him effectively, so research would be needed - later of course.

When he finished speaking she chuckled softly; the buzz from the alochol having fully taken effect, and her face a good shade of pink. "Well, that'll certainly make things interesting. I, for one, get intoxicated quite easily off of booze. I figure it's a mix between the fact that I don't tend to drink often - since I don't like drinking alone all that much - and my small size." She didn't mention the fact that she was drinking it a bit fast, as that was obviously obvious. Speaking of, she brought the glass to her lips, downing the rest of the contents as an ear to ear smile slipped across her face. She set the glass down, knowing from what Wukong had just stated, that they'd likely keep coming until she didn't want anymore: not that she had any intentions of getting super shit faced nor taking advantage of the free drinks thing - at least, not too much.

"So, what do you like to do during your free time?" she asked curiously, wanting to know more and more about the male across from her. As she waited for an answer she leaned in a bit, obviously interested.

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"Well, that'll certainly make things interesting. I, for one, get intoxicated quite easily off of booze. I figure it's a mix between the fact that I don't tend to drink often - since I don't like drinking alone all that much - and my small size."

Wukong would grin at this; her pretty face was indeed turning a lovely shade of pink to confirm her statement. In response, he would take another drink from his glass and refill It once more. As he said, he could potentially drink all day long, and be completely unfazed by the liquor. So long as he did not tell his cousins to stop, the drinks would keep coming with no end in sight. But, he did have a heart; he would not let Amaya get too drunk; she had to get home, after all. If it came to it, he would escort her back himself since he knew where she lived. Even then, he was a gentleman; he would take her home, and nothing more. One does not attempt to molest their potential teacher while she was drunk. Results would not be worth the risk.

"So, what do you like to do during your free time?"

That.. was an interesting question. There was not much to say for it; he was a simple guy with simple tastes. “I.. “ He began, then chuckled. “You know, its funny. You have all these things you do when you are alone that you enjoy, but when someone asks you 'What do you do in your free time?' your mind completely blanks?” Wukong would chuckle again, then lift the glass to his lips once more to sip. “But really; I love to train, for one. I'm currently trying to learn Taijutsu that does not involve me getting shit faced to fight. Call me strange for not relying on my family's style exclusively, but I'd rather not be a one trick pony. I wouldd rather be unpredictable in my fighting, able to trick someone for a while and then suprise them with something they have never seen before than be someone who is a master one style.” He would pause then, downing the rest of the glass, then pour himself another and down that one as well. “After all, as the saying goes, 'Jack of all trades, master of none, but better than a master of one.”

He would offer Amaya another wink, his tail lifting to pour himself another glass of the liquor. “But beyond that, I'm usually game for anything. I love to read, and travel. I enjoy eating as well, hehe.” Before he would lift it up to drink, Wukong would tip his head to the side, looking curiously at her. “So, tell me, dear Sensei; What do you do in your free time?”

1344 + 465 = 1809/1875

“You know, its funny. You have all these things you do when you are alone that you enjoy, but when someone asks you 'What do you do in your free time?' your mind completely blanks? But really; I love to train, for one. I'm currently trying to learn Taijutsu that does not involve me getting shit faced to fight. Call me strange for not relying on my family's style exclusively, but I'd rather not be a one trick pony. I wouldd rather be unpredictable in my fighting, able to trick someone for a while and then suprise them with something they have never seen before than be someone who is a master one style. After all, as the saying goes, 'Jack of all trades, master of none, but better than a master of one. But beyond that, I'm usually game for anything. I love to read, and travel. I enjoy eating as well, hehe." It was a lot of information and she saved it all to memory; she wanted to be sure that she didn't forget any of it - she wanted to know Wukong as much as possible after all and there was no better way to do that then remembering everything he told her.

Another glass was put in front of her, her empty one being removed just as the last ones had been. She was beginning to feel the alcohol the longer that they sat there and the more and more that she drank. However, she wasn't drunk yet. A little tipsy, yes, but not full blown drunk. Of course, if she kept going the way she was that was likely going to change, and pretty soon. "That's not half a bad idea, honestly. The more methods of fighting you know the more likely you are to be able to respond to opponents, especially those from foreign lands. Plus, it's quite funny to see when you're sparring against someone who thinks they know you and all of a sudden you bust out something new." She grinned a bit playfully, with a mischivious glint showing in her eyes: it was something she clearly had done herself a time or two.

“So, tell me, dear Sensei; What do you do in your free time?” What did she do in her free time? Well, lots of things, lots and lots of things. Amaya brought her glass up to her lips and sipped it for a moment, using it more to wet her mouth than actually attempting to get more tipsy than she already was. "Well, I didn't actually have a lot of free time - or I didn't until I just quit caring and started doing more of what I wanted and less of what other people wanted me to." Oh, these were dangerous words. Especially so coming from such a high ranked shinobi; it showed she was becoming less about the village and more about what ever it was she wanted to do. It showed, quite easily, a shifting in loyalty, and she hardly cared.

However, Amaya continued on without a single care in the world, "I spent the majority of my time at the hospital helping out there. Or off on missions. Now, I pretty much spend time around my family; or what's left of it. Jinx likes me to train her when my brother isn't around. And, when I'm not doing that I love to get lost in a really good book, or otherwise work on Taijutsu training of my own - my brother began teaching me lately. Though; now I get to add hanging out with you to that list, so that's a plus."

Word Count: 613 + 2,712 = 3,325

"That's not half a bad idea, honestly. The more methods of fighting you know the more likely you are to be able to respond to opponents, especially those from foreign lands. Plus, it's quite funny to see when you're sparring against someone who thinks they know you and all of a sudden you bust out something new."

Exactly! Amaya seemed to understand his way of thinking completely! He would grin as she spoke, nodding; if their relationship up this point was anything to be believed, then Amaya as the sensei and he as her student was going to be a wonderful combination. They would get along famously. Obviously, her brother taught her well about Taijutsu. He was still grinning as he downed another glass of his liquor, and poured the last of the bottle into the glass to refill it.

"Well, I didn't actually have a lot of free time - or I didn't until I just quit caring and started doing more of what I wanted and less of what other people wanted me to."

The would pause mid drink, head tipping to the side as she spoke those words. It seemed like.. she was a bit resentful towards someone, someone who supposedly held 'power' over her in some way. He was curious as to why she felt this way; she was an S rank ninja; who could possibly hold such sway over her? The Hokage? He didnt seem like the type to do something like that, but then again, everything Wukong heard about him was just hearsay from others; those speaking his praises could have just been ass kissers, trying to get themselves into favor with him in return for furthering their own goals. The male made a mental note on asking Amaya to further explain it to her; he wanted to know, as if they were going to 'date' as it seemed they likely would, he did not want to become a pawn in a power play against her.

"I spent the majority of my time at the hospital helping out there. Or off on missions. Now, I pretty much spend time around my family; or what's left of it. Jinx likes me to train her when my brother isn't around. And, when I'm not doing that I love to get lost in a really good book, or otherwise work on Taijutsu training of my own - my brother began teaching me lately. Though; now I get to add hanging out with you to that list, so that's a plus."

Or not, as she would explain at that moment. He nodded in response to her, then finish the last of his drink before waving for his cousin's attention so that he could get another bottle of a different drink. So, Amaya's interests would lie similar to his own in that they both liked to better themselves in their specific practices. Given that she was a medical ninja was a bonus; if she kicked his ass while they trained, he had a hot nurse just waiting to patch him up. The male could respect that, very much so. At her remark about hanging out with him, he would blush brightly, looking away for a moment and grinning. “Well then.. um.. I honestly do not know what to say.”

It was at that moment, his cousin would show up with his next bottle; a clear liquor that smelled strongly of fruit. Wukong would pop the seal on the bottle and skip the glass entirely drinking straight from it, and earning himself several stares from the nearby patrons. It seemed that they did not believe that someone who looked as young as Wukong did was allowed to drink in this place, let alone that the bartender was not collecting money from him like he was doing from everyone else per glass. They would begin to whisper among themselves, trying to be sneaky and subtle [and failing miserably at it], pointing at him and Amaya. At first, the whispers were just that, whispers. Pretty soon, they were speaking normally, commenting about 'It was not fair they had to pay if some kid was drinking for free.” Wukong merely glanced in their direction and waggled his eyebrows at them, rustling over nine thousand jimmies at once, then went back his bottle.

To Amaya he would speak again, taking note of her pink flushed face. “You doing okay there? You have drank a lot, Sensei. You.. you don't have to try to keep up with me in drinking. Its not something that can be done easily, especially if you're a light weight as you say.” It felt strange on his tongue and in his head, calling her his Sensei while offhandedly picturing her without her clothes on occasionally. Perhaps he would get over it at some point, but for how, it was weird. Maybe for the moment, he would possibly stop doing one; calling her Senei was seeming like the easiest option. He was a teen male, after all.

The male would shift the bottle to his tail, holding it up and out of the way before reaching out to press the back of his hand to her forehead. He was not sure what exactly he was checking for; perhaps it was just an excuse to touch her soft looking skin. He was pretty sure she would not pull away from his touch, but then again he was not sure if he was crossing the line with her. "You can slow down if you want Sensei." Shit; didn't he just think to himself that he would stop calling her Sensei as opposed to thinking of her nude? f*ck, he thought of her nude again.

Damn it. This was not going to end well.

Stop thinking of her like that. She's your teacher for the moment, nothing more, idgit.

1809 + 973 = 2782/1875

END E-2 to D-3 Completed

907 WC remaining

“You doing okay there? You have drank a lot, Sensei. You.. you don't have to try to keep up with me in drinking. Its not something that can be done easily, especially if you're a light weight as you say. You can slow down if you want Sensei." Wukong's concern was a bit interesting to say the least: and it again spoke volumes on the kind of male he was. He could have been egging her on, attempting to get her as shit faced as possible, and yet here he was checking on her and telling her to slow down. When he touched her forehead she found herself absently leaning into the touch: more often than not people got hurt touching her simply because the knee jerk reaction to react violently was triggered. However, that wasn't the case here with Wukong. In fact, even if she had known at that moment that he was thinking about her naked she likely wouldn't have reacted violently, there was just something about him...

"I always drink fast; especially when my day started out a bit ba---", she cut herself off as the door to the bar opened once more. It wasn't the door opening that caught and held her attention of course but the female who walked in. She was long and leggy with long thick locks of black hair and blacker eyes, dressed in a skimpy black dress that definitely showed too much skin to be legal. The woman would have been beautiful were it not for the look on her face: her nose was turned up and wrinkled as if she were smelling something nasty, or as was the case with her simply because she thought she was better than everyone else. It made her ugly like nothing else could - save for the woman's personality.

It was in that moment that Amaya saw herself moving though she didn't leave the table. She watched as she stood up from the table, glass in hand, only to send the lip smashing against the edge of the wooden surface; enough to break the lip and create several jagged pieces. With the glass in hand she saw herself approach the woman she knew to be Jinx's evil bitch of a mother; the woman would stare at her with that same disgusted look on her face and a glint of pure hatred in her black eyes. The woman's nose would wrinkle even more in disgust, if that was even possible, and a sneer would appear on her face that if anything made her look very wicked witch like. Amaya could hear her saying something like "Of course you would be found in such a disgusting place like this" a comment that would only further fuel Amaya's fuel against her due to it being an obvious insult to Wukong's family, and thus Wukong himself. Fueled by all of her hatred for the woman due to everything she knew about her, including what she had done to Jinx, Amaya would then take her free hand, her left hand, and send it toward the woman's throat. Upon making contact she would squeeze, using her leverage to knock the woman backward and into the wall so that she wouldn't be able to avoid what was to come next. "I'd say I hope you learn your lesson from this, but you won't be alive anymore to do that, will you?", Amaya could hear herself telling the woman before reaching back with the hand that held the broken glass and then sending it plunging into the woman's gut and into her stomach. "Look at that... you've got say... 23 seconds of pure agony to endure while your stomach acids seep out of the hole I just created in you and agonizingly eat away at your organs. If you're lucky you'll bleed out and die that way before it gets too bad, if not, and I really hope it's a not here, you'll be alive even longer to feel all of the agonizing pain that comes with your organs essentially being melted into nothing until the pain itself kills you; or organ failure." Likely at that point someone would be attempting to pull her off of the woman who was screaming in agony, maybe even Wukong? Of course... this all happened in Amaya's imagination: she hadn't in fact left her seat nor done all of those horrible yet well deserving things to Jinx's mother.

Instead, she turned her attention back onto Wukong, watching out of the corner of her eye as the woman spotted her and began to make her way through the patrons and over in their direction. "Mmm.. great. The reason behind my drinking has found us and likely wants to chat...", was about all of the warning she was going to be able to get out before the woman in fact was in front of their table. Amaya, to her credit, kept a very calm and mellow look on her face; not even bothering to look in the woman's direction as she kept her gaze steadily upon Wukong: she would much rather stare at him than the woman now standing next to her.

"Where is Jinx, Amaya?", the woman would ask, her sneer even able to be heard in her voice. As she waited for a response Jinx's mothers gaze would linger over Amaya and then to Wukong before shifting back again.

"Tell me something, Ling. Is that dress even legal to be worn outside of your house?", Amaya would ask while ignoring Ling's question. She still wasn't looking at her nor did she have any intention of doing so. Her hand was itching to pick up her glass and drink more; her fingers twitching in its general direction.

"There is nothing wrong with my dress. I'm covered. Now where is my daughter?"

"Whose your daughter? If she's missing you could always try filing a missing-person's report...", Amaya would respond, her voice entirely calm and sickingly friendly sounding.

"You stupid bi---" The woman caught herself, clearly knowing better than to finish the insult she was going to hurl at Amaya: either for fear of being arrested or some such, or fear of what Amaya's reaction was going to be. "You know very well who I mean. Where is Jinx?"

"Out.", Amaya would respond, a glitter of amusement twinkling in her eyes which remained on Wukong; clearly she was enjoying the pissed off reaction of the woman, and she was. It was nothing she didn't deserve after all.

"Where's Uchiha Jesus?", the woman growled.

"With Jinx.", Amaya responded, suppressing the smile attempting to creep its way back across her face. Amaya watched out of the corner of her eye as Jinx's mother opened and closed her shaking hands; forming them into fists as if she were contemplating hitting Amaya which was exactly what she was doing. Amaya, meanwhile, was looking more amused than anything: oh sure, she was acting a little younger than her age at that moment in time, but given she couldn't act on her urges to kill Ling pissing her off was just going to have to do.

As it was Ling was too pissed off to respond, and likely figured it wasn't safe to actually attempt to strike Amaya. So, she stomped her foot on the ground, clearly trying to make herself look more intimidating. It was enough to have Amaya, eyes twinkling with amusement, actually look at Ling for the first time during the whole conversation. "Tell me where my daughter is!"

"Technically, you do not have a daughter anymore. You gave up your rights to her and gave them all to my brother. Therefore you have no standing over that child any longer. You are now nothing more than a stranger to her. And if you continue to push the issue I will feel compelled to investigate what it is you're up to, and if I find any inkling that it's something potentially harmful to my niece? I will be given every legal measure to react and protect her at all costs. That means: No. One. Will. Stop. Me. Do you understand me, Ling?", what had been a calm and friendly voice had turned into a lethal one: this was Amaya the S-Ranked Jounin in full swing. A lethal and deadly creature ready to do whatever it took to protect her village and her family against any threat that happened to arise.

Ling opened and closed her mouth several times over again; clearly shell shocked by the sudden switch in Amaya. The woman backed up and then nearly tripped over someone as she turned and headed for the door. As it was she finally made it outside, but not before knocking something over and having someone chase her out. Amaya's eyes tracked the female the entire time until she was no longer able to be seen. With a soft sigh Amaya would then shift her gaze onto Wukong. "I'm sorry you had to witness that. That's the reasoning behind my drinking today, by the way..."

Word Count: 1,527 + 3,325 = 4,852

"I always drink fast; especially when my day started out a bit ba---", Amaya cut herself off as the door to the bar opened once more. It wasn't the door opening that caught and held her attention of course but the female who walked in. She was long and leggy with long thick locks of black hair and blacker eyes, dressed in a skimpy black dress that definitely showed too much skin to be legal. The woman would have been beautiful were it not for the look on her face: her nose was turned up and wrinkled as if she were smelling something nasty, or as was the case with her simply because she thought she was better than everyone else. It made her ugly like nothing else could – and Wukong could only help but wonder what it was about her that would make Amaya pause mid-sentence like the did.

"Mmm.. great. The reason behind my drinking has found us and likely wants to chat..."

...Well, shit. This was bound to be a buzz kill. For the moment, Wukong would remain silent as this persona walked over to them. An eyebrow was raised as she looked him over, her expression not changing.

"Where is Jinx, Amaya?"

She was asking about Amaya's neice? Why? Was she a teacher, or a close relative?

"Tell me something, Ling. Is that dress even legal to be worn outside of your house?"

Ooh. Shots fired already. Wukong remained silent, calmly lifting his drink to his lips via his tail to hide the smirk that was spreading across them.

"There is nothing wrong with my dress. I'm covered. Now where is my daughter?"

Wait what? Daughter? This woman was Jinx's mother? Holy shit. The plot thickens!

"Whose your daughter? If she's missing you could always try filing a missing-person's report...",

A snicker left him, passing around the cup and into the open air. He didn't care if this woman heard him or not, that shit was funny.

"You stupid bi---" Would she dare? The bottle was lifted again calmly ready to bash this chick across the head if the need came to it. While it would be waste of good liqour, Wukong had plenty to make up for it.

"You know very well who I mean. Where is Jinx?"

"Out."

"Where's Uchiha Jesus?”

Uchiha Je-- did she mean Amaya's older brother? The Sannin? Oh lord, was he so good at screwing this woman, that she started calling him Jesus? What kind of crazy shit was that? Either this man so good at laying pipe, or this was woman was fucking crazy; Wu was starting to think that it was a mix of both.

If the brother was that good, how good would his sister be?

…..this was totally not the time to picture Amaya nude again – f*ck,

FOCUS.

As it was Ling was too pissed off to respond, and likely figured it wasn't safe to actually attempt to strike Amaya. So, she stomped her foot on the ground, clearly trying to make herself look more intimidating. It was enough to have Amaya, eyes twinkling with amusement, actually look at Ling for the first time during the whole conversation. "Tell me where my daughter is!"

"Technically, you do not have a daughter anymore. You gave up your rights to her and gave them all to my brother. Therefore you have no standing over that child any longer. You are now nothing more than a stranger to her. And if you continue to push the issue I will feel compelled to investigate what it is you're up to, and if I find any inkling that it's something potentially harmful to my niece? I will be given every legal measure to react and protect her at all costs. That means: No. One. Will. Stop. Me. Do you understand me, Ling?", what had been a calm and friendly voice had turned into a lethal one: this was Amaya, pissed off in all of her beautiful and terrible fury. For a small moment, Wukong realized that he was going to break one of his cardinal rules; he actually wanted to stick his dick into crazy. But this... Amaya had a reason for her fury. She had been triggered by this chick, and was not happy. Wukong as actually shocked, afraid, and slightly turned on by this display of Amaya's power.

If you weren't crazy for her before, you are now, Wu.

Ling opened and closed her mouth several times over again; clearly shell shocked by the sudden switch in Amaya. The woman backed up and then nearly tripped over someone as she turned and headed for the door. As it was she finally made it outside, but not before knocking something over and having someone chase her out. Amaya's eyes tracked the female the entire time until she was no longer able to be seen. With a soft sigh Amaya would then shift her gaze onto Wukong. "I'm sorry you had to witness that. That's the reasoning behind my drinking today, by the way..."

Wukong, snickered, raising his hands up as if to show he was unarmed. “Hey, its cool. She had it coming, I guess.” He would pause, taking a swig from his drink again. “'Sides, that was kinda hot, watching you go off on her.” He grinned again, winking before he sipped the drink once more.

907 + 897 = 1804 WC

“Hey, its cool. She had it coming, I guess. Sides, that was kinda hot, watching you go off on her.” Amaya couldn't help but grin and shake her head a bit in happy amusement, instantly feeling better. She was finding that it was quite hard to be angry or bitter feeling toward Jinx's so called mother when Wukong was so close by. She was definitely glad that that little display she had just put on for Jinx's mother's benefit hadn't scared him off: she wasn't called a demon for nothing - though no one seemed to have the balls to actually call her that to her face. Amaya could be downright terrifying when it came to protecting someone she cared about, especially after all that she had lost. So Ling trying to frick with her family? It brought out the worst in her.

"If I said she didn't deserve it I'd be lying.", Amaya commented in response to Wukong's statement about it being kind of hot to watch her go off on Ling like that. "Sometimes tells me she's up to no good...", Amaya added offhandedly.

Turning her attention back to her drink and Wukong fully, and finding herself feeling far more sober than before - likely due to her anger having done the job of sobering her up - she picked up her drink and took a small sip from it. She had no intentions of wasting her drink but at the same time getting completely shit-faced drunk wasn't a good idea anymore: not with Ling slinking around the village half naked and clearly looking for trouble. Still, that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy herself and Wukong's company all the same.

"So, enough about that dramatastic bitch for now, and back to our earlier discussion. We should work out some kind of schedule to fit hanging out and training in... Missions too. Not those boring D rank missions either... I won't take you on something that'd get you killed, but I think we could handle together something a bit higher up than normal Genin fluff." Amaya grinned quite wickedly nad playfully at that point. "I remember how dull it was chasing after someone's cat.. or moving boxes around the administrative building."

Word count: 375 + 4,852 = 5,227

"If I said she didn't deserve it I'd be lying."

For the moment, Wu merely shrugged at the words that his sensei spoke. He did not know the 'full' story with Ling, so chose not to pass judgment on her for the time being, but if this was how she acted all of the time, there would nothing do but pity her. Her actions showed that she would be a creature more than likely beyond help. But he did trust Amaya's words, though. From Ling's actions, he came to the conclusion that interacting with her would be a bad idea. He'd have to avoid this woman from that moment on, lest she try to use him as a pawn in her schemes.

"Sometimes tells me she's up to no good..."

He would have to agree with Amaya. Ling did not strike him as the type to let someone embarrass her and not attempt to do something about it. And given that Wu was sitting her and drinking with Amaya could very well mean that he was potentially a target of her ire. If that happened, then so be it.  He had no problem with knocking a few teeth loose in some THOT's mouth who decided to involve him in her drama. There was no reason to involve him, but if Ling decided to do so, he would not hesitate to inform her that her decision was a poor one.

"So, enough about that dramatastic bitch for now, and back to our earlier discussion. We should work out some kind of schedule to fit hanging out and training in... Missions too. Not those boring D rank missions either... I won't take you on something that'd get you killed, but I think we could handle together something a bit higher up than normal Genin fluff. I remember how dull it was chasing after someone's cat.. or moving boxes around the administrative building."

…...!

For a moment, Wukong's tail forgot that it was more akin to a primate than a canine as it began to thump against his chair in his excitement. She wanted to work out a schedule so that they could do some mission together? Missions that were better than the boring as frick one that required him to complete mundane chores and the like! Oh gods, yes! Amaya had to be the best Sensei ever! Wu's face lit up like a light was shining from within it, a smile crossing over his cheeks. “That would be awesome, Amaya. And yea, the D rank missions are really lame. I'm free whenever you are free. I've told me family already that my missions and training will take priority over me working in the bar, so just let me know when ever you want to go out on a patrol or sumthin!”

For a moment the male paused, pouring up another glass of his poison of choice with his tail. He sipped quietly at it then spoke, head tipping to the left. “Is there anything in particular that you had in mind? Mission-wise, I mean? Or would you rather see when we get there?”

1804 + 521 = 2325

Total Thread WC = 6008

Amaya tilted her head a bit in a thoughtful gesture as she contemplated his question, long locks of white hair drifting down over her right shoulder. She had in fact taken a look at the mission board that morning and had spotted a few missions that seemed interesting enough to bother with; some of which involved one person or another getting their ass kicked in the process. It would definitely be a good bit of training, and a way for her to see Wukong in action and to see exactly what he was capable of.

Already a plan was formulating in her mind, several actual. The most well thought out plan was to allow Wukong to take the lead, to see where his skills laid, and if things got dicey she could always step in. Still, that was for later, for now it was time to just relax and enjoy themselves.

Wukong seemed excited about the idea, and admitted that the D ranked missions were lame: she happened to agree wholeheartedly. He went on to say that he already had told his family that his missions and training would take priority over him working in the bar which meant she wouldn't have to worry about pulling him away from other obligations. To answer his question about whether or not she had had anything in mind already she nodded her head yes. "I've been keeping my eye on the mission boards the past few days looking for something interesting to do. I've seen a couple missions, C rank ones, that seem interesting enough. Most of them deal with bandits, or returning stolen property, but I figured that would be more fun than walking some dogs..."

She paused long enough to take another sip from the liquid within her glass as she contemplated which of those two missions she really wanted them to do. Or, perhaps they could even do both? It'd be a bit of ryo in their pockets, and extra training too. "I suppose it depends on what exactly you feel up to... finding and returning some stolen goods, or whooping on some bandits?" She would leave the decision up to him on what he wanted to do since it didn't matter to her either way. "We could even do both if you wanted..."

"The first one involves stopping some bandits. It looks like they've been casing the area, likely planning something. They're not expected to be super powerful, thus the C ranking, but there's quite a few of them so they could be challenging in a group... The other involves retrieving a necklace that was stolen by a rich family. They don't know who has it so we'd have to look around a bit... But yeah. Up to you which one you want to do." Taking another sip of her drink she waited for Wukong to decide.

Word count: 484 + 5,227 = 5,711

 "I've been keeping my eye on the mission boards the past few days looking for something interesting to do. I've seen a couple missions, C rank ones, that seem interesting enough. Most of them deal with bandits, or returning stolen property, but I figured that would be more fun than walking some dogs... I suppose it depends on what exactly you feel up to... finding and returning some stolen goods, or whooping on some bandits?”

Setting his glass down, the male squinted for a moment, thinking on his Sensei's offer. He had his choice of what kind of mission that he wanted to take on with her, and he wanted something that was fun. He loved a good brawl, and that one with bandits sounded like it would be a grand ol' time.

"We could even do both if you wanted... The first one involves stopping some bandits. It looks like they've been casing the area, likely planning something. They're not expected to be super powerful, thus the C ranking, but there's quite a few of them so they could be challenging in a group... The other involves retrieving a necklace that was stolen by a rich family. They don't know who has it so we'd have to look around a bit... But yeah. Up to you which one you want to do."

Again, his tail forgot that he was supposed to be a primate and thumped against the chair yet again. She was offering to take him on both missions if he wanted to do them? He could have his cake AND eat it too? In the back of his mind, he knew he had to be cashing in a lot of karma on this day for his fortune to be this good. Lifting and taking a long swig from the glass via his tail, the male would nod vigorously to his sensei's proposal. “Yes! Please, I would love to do both missions!” The young male would grin enthusiastically, almost bouncing in his seat. Two missions? Perfect way to test out new jutsu, make some money, and improve his physical prowess.

What was there not to like about this arrangement?

Lifting the bottle, he would chug down the rest of the brew before stretching out some in his seat. With all he'd been drinking, he was starting feel it in his groin -- the urge to answer the call of nature was rising strong within him. A faint blush rose to his cheeks -- this was going to be a bit akward to say out loud, especially to his Sensei (and apparently, now the person he was dating), but he had to play it smooth. Offering Amaya a grin, he would nod to the clock on the wall. "Well dear, I gotta run. I kinda have an errand to run for the family, and its getting close to closing time for this particular shop. If you want, I meet you by the mission board in the morning if you're free, and we can do from there?"

Smooth, Wu. Real Smooth. It would be better this way -- he had time to prepare for the missions, get some rest. Amaya would have time to burn off the alcohol from her system, and get some rest as well. It should be easy, yea? "How does that sound to you, Sensei?"

6008 + 559 = 6567 WC total

“Yes! Please, I would love to do both missions!” Excellent. That was the kind of motivation as a sensei that she liked to see. The idea that her and Wukong would be working and training together was starting to seem like a better and better once each time they ended up spending time together: and for more than just the obvious reason that they were clearly attracted to each other. With a grin on her face she then watched as he lifted the bottle he had and finished it. "Well dear, I gotta run. I kinda have an errand to run for the family, and its getting close to closing time for this particular shop. If you want, I meet you by the mission board in the morning if you're free, and we can do from there? How does that sound to you, Sensei?"

Well, it seemed like their little impromptu date was coming to an end. No matter, she wasn't going to let it get her down since they would be seeing each other again very soon - even if the next time was on official ninja business. Amaya nodded her head to Wukong's suggestion of meeting at the mission board and going from there. "Alright, sounds like a plan. I'll see you in the morning, then."

Amaya lifted her glass up to her lips, not wanting to waste the delicious liquid inside, and downed the last little bit that was left before placing the empty glass lightly on the table top. There was no point in her sticking around if Wukong was leaving: if she stayed she would just keep drinking out of boredom and a drunk Amaya was likely not a good idea right now - not with Jinx's mother lurking around trying to cause trouble. No... she should probably go get prepared for her mission tomorrow anyway with Wukong, as well as let her elder brother know about Jinx's mother snooping around and looking for the both of them. "Have a good night.", Amaya would tack on as she slid her way out of the booth and stood up with grace she likely wouldn't have had due to the amount of alcohol in her system had she not been a ninja - still, she was nowhere near drunk enough to require an escort of any sort home.

Amaya would make her way to the door, bobbing and weaving through the patrons expertly, before exiting the establishment. A glance at the sky to determine how early or late it still was, and she was turning toward her brother's home.. might as well get things over with now so that she had the rest of the evening to relax and prepare.


Word Count: 458 + 5,711 = 6,169

Endurance C -> C1: 6,169 - 575 = 5,594
Endurance C1 -> C2: 5,594 - 600 = 4,994
Endurance C2 -> C3: 4,994 - 700 = 4,294
Endurance C3 -> B0: 4,294 - 700 = 3,594
Strength C -> C1: 3,594 - 575 = 3,019
Strength C1 -> C2: 3,019 - 600 = 2,419
Strength C2 -> C3: 2,419 - 700 = 1,719
Strength C3 -> B0: 1,719 - 700 = 1,019
Strength B0 -> B1: 1,019 - 700 = 319
Remaining: 319

Endurance C -> B
Strength C -> B1

"Alright, sounds like a plan. I'll see you in the morning, then."

Score! It would seem like the male would get a chance to get himself under control, and still get some rest before taking on a mission with his Sensei in the morning. He would nod to her, smiling still.

"Have a good night."

“Aye, you too, Sensei!” That happy, bubbly personality was still in full effect, no matter what. As Amaya left, the male would clear the table of the remaining bottles and glasses before depositing them into the trash and sink respectively. After a quick pit stop to the bath room, he would slip out of the bar before one of his cousins could spot him and ask him to help with the serving.

Monkey was not in the mood to pour drinks he could not have himself. And so, he was bailing out. Let the familia fend for themselves for once. He had work to do, and a sensei to please!


165 + 6567 = 6732

6732 Total WC

6732-1475 = 5257 [REA E-3 - D-3]

5257 - 1850 = 3407 [END E-1 - D-3]

3407 - 1925 = 1482 [PER E-0 - D-3]

1482 - 1475 = 7 WC [SPD E-0 - D-2