Trilby had turned to face the window. He always had a flare for showmanship, and as such intended to volley face first through the window rather than take the stairs. The smell of antiseptic and old people was annoying enough on the first trip through the hospital, he wasn't going to tolerate it a second time. He raised his right foot, about to step towards the window when Gin suddenly blurted out that she too wanted to learn Fire release, and that Jurou knew it. She even invited him to join them. "Oh? That sounds most pleasant." Trilby was admittedly flattered by the sudden proposition. He'd just been taught Kenjutsu by the Kazekage, and now the Mizukage was to teach him fire release? At this rate he wouldn't be surprised if the Hokage walked in and offered to bake him a cake.

Trilby was about to question them about this training, where it would happen, when it would happen, the basics. But before he could inquire as to the nature of the training a large bang tore him back to reality. Soul Cutter had embedded itself into the ground between Jurou and Gin. "What... just happened?" He inquired, confused. It seems Trilby's seal had caught him off guard. "Allow me to explain" Trilby said confidently, removing Yamato, still sheathed, from his belt and holding it firmly in his left hand. Turning the blade horizontal, Trilby pulled the sword a few inches out of the scabbard, raising his right hand and gently blowing onto his index finger. As he did so, it coated itself in light blue flames. Pressing this finger into the hilt of the blade, it suddenly revealed itself to be covered in thick kanji extending down from the hilt, wrapping itself around as much of the blade that was visible, too. "Kuroimibe no Geijutsu: Hogosha Tsuka. One in a long line of my personal creations, not unlike this eye of mine..." Trilby gestured casually towards the blank white eye in his left eye-socket, a small, strange seal twitching and contracting as he observed the room. "It registers the chakra patterns of the one who wields it. As you are well aware, they're as unique to a shinobi as a fingerprint, yet far harder to replicate. If it doesn't recognise your chakra, it increases the weight of the contents of the blade dramatically. Normally the effect is a few hundred kilograms, but given Soul cutter's rather unique structure, it appears to have increased a damn sight more than that."

Having finished his rather wearily long explanation, Trilby re-sheathed his blade, casually dropping it back into his belt. Granted he could have explained it without going into such depth, but he was rather boastful, especially when it came to his seal work. Though, given that his seal had now perplexed two Kages in a row, he clearly has reason to be proud of it. "The name's Trilby, and yes, you're quite right. I am a fucking genius."

Trilby sighed, glaring at the Midget as he left Gin to him. Of course he would, the wheelchair was as tall as he was. If he tried to push it he'd pull something from reaching up so high. Taking position behind the wheelchair, he began to wheel Gin out of her hospital room and towards the elevator. "I suggest the roof." Trilby said before either of them could speak, hitting the button before anyone could object. Using the roof was the easiest choice, still technically in the hospital, but no one was in the way.

The elevator dinged, the doors opened to the roof. Clearly whoever designed the hospital was high, having an elevator go straight to the roof, but it worked out nicely for them. Trilby wheeled Gin out a few feet before leaving her to tend to herself. "So, Yoda, On teach must you"

"Fire is all about rage. Anger. You have to control your emotion of anger in order to get the best of it. Otherwise, the jutsu will not come out right. There is not fiery passion or whatever. You play with fire, you get burn. You harness the fire, you don't get burn." Anger. Hatred. Fury. These were feelings Trilby was certainly familiar with, but solidifying the feeling, and commanding it to do his bidding? It was something he had never considered before. Granted, this was why learning a new element was difficult. However, Trilby had no choice. He had to learn how to manipulate fire. It was the perfect compliment to his elemental nature. He was naturally adept at wind and earth. They both combined well with flames. The wind bolstered them, while the earth could be coated with it. Though he wasn't aware of what it required to learn until now, the knowledge merely bolstered his resolve. He could conquer his rage, and command it to do his bidding. He had to.

Trilby dropped his hand softly into the pouch on his waist. Reaching past the kunai that littered the pouch, he wrapped his claw around a small notepad. Pulling it out, he flipped it open. Old Fuuinjutsu notes, a few other thoughts. Nothing he needed to keep. Walking towards the edge of the hospital roof, Trilby sat the notepad on the ledge before tearing off the top page. He rested the page on his upturned left hand, pressing the palm of his right hand down upon it. Rage. He could do this. He had a lot to be angry about. Trilby's mind wandered, back into his past. He had so much rage in his life, he didn't have to settle on any one thing. The first fifteen years of his life were torture and agony, and reflecting upon it automatically made his blood boil. The look in a guard's eye when they pick you out as a target. The feeling of a lash carving into exposed flesh. The sting of a guard pissing into a fleshy carved back. Trilby's hands twitched as he began to flood them with chakra. He breathed, focusing on his memories and pouring all of that emotion into his hands. The act of doing so began to make him feel hot, like his veins were pumping acid. Regardless, he persisted. He had to make it work. His hands began to sweat, they were burning up. He couldn't hold the chakra in any longer. Releasing it outwards into the piece of paper in his hands, Trilby felt a slight movement and opened his palms slowly.

The wind from the roof blew the pile of ashes out of his hand and carried it off into the distance. So, he could incinerate a piece of paper, big deal. He needed more. He had to be able to turn the entire city to glass in a snap of his fingers if he wanted to. He had the rage. he had the chakra. All he needed was the experience. Still, his experience with Ninjutsu and the art of control was clear, he had already incinerated a piece of paper. But that was a circus trick. The paper was incredibly fire vulnerable, he didn't even need a real spark to do that. He needed to be able to create an actual flame. Reaching back into his pouch, he withdrew a small, jet black lighter with a blood red Ouroboros logo on it's side. Striking the cap open, he pressed down gently on the lip of the trigger. It began to release gas, but as he hadn't struck the flint, there was no spark to ignite it. He'd have to light the gas himself. Holding his lighter in his left hand, Trilby raised his right, placing the very tip of his finger next to the small stream of gas protruding out from his lighter. Time to light this mother fucker.

His mind wandered again. Countless beatings, watching his best friend getting raped by guards, unable to help. His father being stabbed through the stomach by a guard during the riots. Trilby's blood boiled, and he focused the rage into his right hand, forcing all his hate to the tips of his fingers. He began to flood the hand with chakra as he did this, trying to mould the nature of the chakra into something new to him. The chakra had to burn and rage like his anger did. It had to be a torrent; just like the flames he was trying to make would be. The sound of a fire bursting into life sounded as Trilby's finger became engulfed by the flame of the lighter coming to life. He pulled his hand back rapidly, shaking it as the tip of it began to turn red and blister. A second degree burn. Son of a bitch. His own lighter couldn't have done that, the chakra must have backfired a bit. He had the intensity, but he lacked the control. He needed to use less chakra, and exercise greater control over what he created.

"First and foremost, Fire Release is commonly affiliated with the Tiger hand seal. Position your fingers into doing so." Jurou's words popped into his head. Trilby had decent results for someone who wasn't versed in fire, but without the proper hand seal and form to get the basics down, He'd get nowhere. Stashing the lighter, Trilby formed the hand seal. Most fire nature users seemed to produce basic forms of flame based attacks from the mouth, so that would be where he'd have to start. He would have to mould his chakra, change it's nature like he had been experimenting with earlier and then release it from the mouth. It shouldn't be too difficult for someone of his caliber, surely? Trilby breathed in. His stomach began to churn. He had to focus. All of his hatred and anger would mould his chakra, shift it into something new. It would give it the properties of fire. Then, all he would have to do is breathe it out. A simple enough process, no?

Trilby exhaled, pointing his mouth towards the small open notebook in-front of him as he breathed out. Hatred. Burning anger. He had been so wronged in his life, cheated, abused, used. He had to force that out, use it to shape his chakra. It would burn. It had to burn. He commanded it to burn. Trilby coughed up a small, fist sized fireball. It smashed into the notepad, devouring it and quickly turning it to cinders. Trilby broke the hand seal, looking at his work with a grin. Fire release. Sure, it was dirty and basic, but it was fire release. He had produced a flame!