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[forged_miracle]

Ruka could be found in the steaming crucible of the training grounds. His elaborate uniform (a holdover from the school he'd just come from) was stuck to his chest with sweat and he was grinning wide and cocky.

He knew the para-magic he'd been learning would no doubt prove useful, and he would get to practicing it soon enough. But he liked warming up with physical combat first. Nothing quite compared to the cut, the thrust, the staccato back and forth rythm of steel on steel (or in this case steel on ambulatory plantlike creatures that swayed and attempted to wrap him up). It was in these moments of fierce passionate concentration that he believed, contrary to his recent history, that he was alive. His blood raced as he immersed himself, seeking the high only outwitting an opponent could give.

Then something huge punched him in the chest and his vision went alternately red and white, synched with his now spastic heartbeat.

I pushed myself too far...a rookie's mistake. He thought, full of shame as he hit his knees, hand that formerly held a sword grasping at his heart.

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[fighting4afuture]

"More or less." It's not really a sight thing, more of just a sixth sense, but it's a close enough comparison that he's not going to bother with a correction.

"It also makes me rather hard to sneak up on. Speaking of which, we should probably detour, unless you feel up to dealing with some monsters."

[forged_miracle]

Another rueful smirk. "Normally i'd say yes but...Anyway, what can you tell about a person with that?"

Hard to sneak up on...I'll have to adjust to that military mindset. I'll be going out into battle soon, not just a dueling game.

[fighting4afuture]

Trunks leads them away from the grat ambush then, cutting a wide berth around the creatures. "Mostly how far away someone is, if they're fighting or at rest, if something is generally wrong...if I'm familiar with the person's energy, I can also tell if who I'm sensing is them or not. I would say I could also generally get a feel for how powerful someone is, but I don't seem to be able to detect any magic or junctions." Therefore, his senses are all skewed.

[forged_miracle]

"And how about if they're engaged in other strenuous activities?" Poor Trunks will probably not get that one either. The laviscous grin is there regardless. "Was this something you were born with?"

[fighting4afuture]

Either that or he'll choose to ignore it entirely. He might've caught on to that one more than you think.

"It depends. And no. It was something I had to learn."

[forged_miracle]

Now he's interested, oh yes. "I hate to impose on your kindness more, but can you teach me how?" They limp along, nearing the medical office.

[fighting4afuture]

"...I could try."

He's never been much of a teacher, but he doesn't see any reason to say no.

[forged_miracle]

And there they are at the door of the nurse's office. Ruka reluctantly disentangles himself (hey, Trunks is kinda cute). "And once again I am in your debt then. If there's anything you may wish of me...say, for instance, to learn to fight with a sword...you need only ask it."

[fighting4afuture]

(Why does everyone think that :|)

Trunks ducks away slightly, helping the disentanglement process. "Thanks for the offer."

He's not going to say he already knows how to fight with a sword. He might be in the classes for it, but hey--he had to pick a specialty somewhere, and he's pretty sure choosing martial arts would end up with him punching someone through a wall accidentally.

[forged_miracle]

(Because he is the most moe in DBZ!)

"Until then, ciao." And he ducks into the nurse's office, there to be scolded by the doctor on duty.