All The Right Moves (closed)

[Eazy]

(closed for Silver Identity)

The rather large residence was rather quiet on this Saturday afternoon. Peaceful, with the clouded sky allowing one to enjoy their time outside without concern for shielding their eyes from the sun. That was what the dark haired martial arts master, Hiroto Tanaka, had been doing for a good half hour now; sitting upon the patio after taking a break from his daily exercises. Behind him, the proud structure of the Kobayashi Dojo stood firm, encircled by the four corner walls which allowed its occupants and visitors the privacy needed for outdoor lessons and classes.

Master Hiroto, one of the founders of this dojo, gazed out into the sky as time passed, listening to the occasional sound of koi fish swimming about within the nearby pond built on his property. It was getting long in the day by now, and while the man said nothing at the time, his thoughts reflected on the running late guest which he expected to arrive at any time now. It would be interesting to see his own Master's only child again after so long, especially after some of the stories he'd been told by the mother.

Outside of the large structures boundaries, a young man in his early twenties was walking down a concrete path between two buildings while looking over a map of the city which his mother gave him. Logan Kobayashi had been to Japan in the past, yet spent much of his life living in the United States where his father moved after falling in love with a young American who was studying abroad. Shin Kobayashi began to teach his son the basics of martial arts at an early age, but unfortunately passed on while the young man was barely entering his teens, and hadn't the chance to finish his the boys training. Add that to the grief and anger which comes from losing a loved one, and it's little wonder that young Logan had a history of disciplinary problems.

As he took note of how close he was nearing to his desired destination, Logan reflected on those final years of school, where his attitude problems resulted in many altercations with other boys. And while the then teenage fighter had enough sense to hold back when needed, it resulted in a bad reputation which haunted him even after maturation started sinking in for the young man. One that his mother was worried would pull him back onto the wrong path within the coming months. In response, he was talked into traveling across the globe, to live in the dojo named after his father, and finish training under the man who trained underneath his old man many a year ago.

Still, as the young man finally reached the large doors of the dojo's entrance, he let out a long sigh while gripping at the strands of the duffel bag slung over his shoulder. This was a big step for anyone, but he promised himself to go through with it and make up for the shame which he brought upon himself and his family name.

"Well, this is it...." He muttered while reaching out for the door, grabbing at the surprisingly heavy door knocker and letting it slam down onto the door several times before waiting for any response.

The young foreigner didn't have to wait long, however, as the large doors were pulled open at the same time from the inside. Judging by the size of those things, Logan expected at least two people back there; one handling each door. Instead, he was greeted by a single, deceptively strong older male whom was handling each door with one hand like it they were nothing.

It'd been close to a decade since the two had seen each other in person, but the other man had clearly taken good care of himself, which made it easier for the visiting male to take an educated guess, "Mr. Tanaka?"

The other man looked over his visitor, a calm smile marking his rugged features while welcoming the son of his departed Master, "Logan. My, how you've grown. It's been years! Come in, come in."

The dark-haired man took a step aside, allowing his young charge to enter before closing the gate behind them. Their initial talks involved the usual small talk expected of all acquaintances wishing to break the ice. Questions about how Logan's mother was doing. About how the dojo was holding up with their weekday classes for helping to pay the bills. Hiroto also allowed the teen a chance to take in what he could see of the outside courtyard from their current location. But all of this was only delaying the inevitable, as the older of the two got down to business.

"But enough of that for now, Logan." The older man stated, his demeanor taking on a noticeably more serious turn as he turned toward the silver-haired youth to explain, "You understand why you're here. And the fact that you agreed to come from such a great distance says a lot about your commitment. But are you ready to do whatever we say without question or backtalk?"

"Er, I can't exactly promise anything on the questions and backtalk part, Mr. Tanaka." He responded with a smirk, mostly joking, but also knowing that taking orders from others wasn't always his strong point. The young visitor did, however, seem to understand the gravity of the situation as he let out a sigh; gazing over at the other male while swearing, "But I do intend to try my best. I don't wish to disgrace my father any further."

The hint of a smile played at the corner of Master Hiroto's lips. There was potential in this kid, and he hoped to see a marked change during the time spent living under their roof. But first things first, as the old saying goes. Taking a few steps away of the young man, the skilled martial artist raised one arm and made a 'come on' pose with his hand, "Strike at me."

The sudden look of surprise on Logan's face was almost humorous, but Hiroto showed little sign of amusement on the outside as he elaborated, "Don't worry and don't hold back. I simply wish to see an example of your form in a combat situation."

It was somewhat understandable why the young man was reluctant to do anything at first. The one challenging him, while he may not look it, was close to a good twenty years his senior. And age aside, Logan knew well enough to expect nothing short of the best out of a former student of his old man. Still, as he almost reluctantly dropped his bag onto the grass, the silver-haired youth was prepared to honor his request.

"Okay. If that's what you want." He stated in an 'I hope you really can handle this' way; stretching out his limbs a bit and cracking his knuckles for effect before preparing to attack.

Watching the young man get into a pose he'd used hundreds of times, Hiroto could already tell this would be a short skirmish. There were far too many openings already, and once Logan went at him, the lack of grace in his 'style' was almost embarrassing for one with trained eyes like himself. Still, as the young pupil came at him with a clenched fist, the older man refused to relent by brushing aside the blow with a swipe at the wrist before gripping around his shoulder and, using Logan's own momentum against him, flipped the youth onto the ground in one fluid movement.

From Logan's point of view, the entire encounter happened too quickly for him to keep track of everything. In one moment his first blow was deflected with surprisingly little effort, then the next he was flying through the air before the chance to think of a follow up maneuver could even enter his head. In the end, the younger fighter was left laying on a very sore back, gazing up at the clouds with a dumbfounded expression on his face as he tried replaying the events in his head. It was only when Hiroto stepped over leaned over to stare at the fallen man that his attention returned to the present.

"You're putting too much focus on your power and not enough on your form. It's sloppy and full of openings." He explained to his new pupil in a calm voice, giving a reassuring smile as he reached out a helping hand while noting, "We'll have to work on that during your time here."

Shaking out those last cobwebs, Logan almost reluctantly reached out to accept his help as he pulled himself back to his feet; trying to deal with both the injury to his body and pride while replying with slight sarcasm, "Ugh. Yeah, I'm...ouch....I'm really looking forward to it, Mr. Tanaka."

Helping him up and patting his back a few times to assist in knocking off some dust, the martial arts Master quickly corrected his new pupil, "If you're going to be staying here, Logan, then you'd best learn to use the title of Master when addressing me from here on out."

The young man blinked a few times at this, but caught on fast enough to ignore the lingering pain in order to bow in respect for the older male, "You're right. My apologies, Master Hiroto."

Smiling, Hiroto nodded in approval before turning away in order to get back to business, "Good. Now then, let's get you settled in and introduce you to your new housemates, shall we?"

"Don't I get a minute to make sure you didn't break anything?" Logan asked in a mostly joking manner, only to promptly correct himself as his new Master flashed him a stern glare; causing the slightly slouching male to stand at attention, "I mean, I'm right behind you, Master."

Taking a moment to retrieve his duffel bag, the young man took another lingering look around his new surroundings; letting out a heavy sigh as he pushed away any doubts on whether or not he was doing the right thing. For better or worse, as he followed the dojo Master's lead, the young man knew that he wanted to do his best in seeing this entire thing through to the very end.

 

[Silver_Identity]

The day was going rather a bit too slow but then again, with nothing much to do than just relaxing herself; she could not complain. Laying down on her side upon the floor of the main living room and propping her cheek upon her hand, the dark-haired lady idled herself as she poured some sweet sake into the flat, saucer-like cup and then sipping the alcoholic beverage from it.

Usually, during the weekends, the Kobayashi dojo was peaceful and quiet like so. Makoto Oita rather relish when the weekends come around as she would not need to do those silly weekday classes, where she have to sometimes lose her patience with some incompetent students of hers. If it was not for the reason of having to pay all the bills, she would not succumb into doing those kind of tiring duties after being asked by Hiroto and would do whatever she like. But then again, she would be a true hypocrite when she actually has two disciples under her wing. Speaking of which, she actually wondered where her two disciples currently were.

But brushing the thought aside while placing some trust into the two of them that they would not spoil this wonderful day, she finally moved her body as she begun to stand up from the floor and then she stretched her arms in the air a bit. Her mind then wondered about where would Hiroto would be, but then again, he was supposed to meet with a future disciple if she was not mistaken. Was the said student expected to arrive around this time?

Adjusting the yukata she was wearing, she decided to perhaps see what her old friend was up to, and then after that she could try looking for her two young disciples. But it seemed she did not need to do the former after all. As she exited the room and walked in a comfortable pace down the open hallway, her dark eyes caught the familiar figure of her old friend and it seemed he was accompanied with a younger man.

Arching an eyebrow as her gaze lingered a moment longer at the younger man walking alongside him, Makoto walked towards their direction until they all finally meet at one point and the corners of her lips perked up to form a sort of a small smirk as she asked, "Master Hiroto, this would be the fellow you had mentioned before?"

Appearance can be quite deceiving, and that would also imply onto the female before them, especially when her true age was somewhere near Master Hiroto's. Also not forgetting that the woman seemed to be rather proud of her body since how her yukata was dressed rather low to show her shapely shoulders and parting slightly at the front to reveal a small view of her deep cleavage and the top of her impressive assets. And indeed a tattoo of some sort of dragon was upon her right shoulder, covering most of her shoulder area until the side of her neck. It was a wonder how the attire wouldn't drop down all the way.

Placing her right hand upon her right hip to stand in a more relaxing pose, her dark eyes observed the young man from head to toe, then up again before she spoke again, her smirk widened slightly, "Well, young man, please make certain you would not distract my two special girls-" Her words halted when she quickly turned her head towards the side and a sigh was expelled from her lips as she just raised a hand and gestured towards Master Hiroto, "Start calculating the damage cost and then tell me the total later. Put it on tab for me."

Just after those words were spoken, a sharp object was thrown towards the female's direction with great speed and accuracy but only to be caught easily by the older female with the same hand she just only raised a moment ago. "Still too slow. I can still hear you were coming. Have I not teach you both that you have to be more silent when you aim to ambush an opponent?" She commented out loud to deceptively no one and it seemed the comment made the invisible attackers more determined as then sharp star-shaped discs were thrown at her. But the attack was futile as the woman drew out a dagger from within the sleeve of her yukata and deflected the sharp discs though she had made certain none of them came near Master Hiroto nor his young disciple. Then again, she knew the older man would know what to do when it boiled down to this situation.

Despite the attire she wore would hinder her movement quite a bit, she was able to move rather quickly as she dash forward and disappeared into the hallway. Soon was the accompanied sounds of blades meeting each other added with sounds of struggle after that. But the fight seem to end a bit too soon as the female returned back with two binded up figures on each of her shoulders, which showed that the older female was plenty strong enough.

After she reached to them once again, she dropped the two figures onto the floor roughly, "I apologize for that. My two students like to have spars with me without informing me firstly." The said students landed onto the floor with both expelling an 'Oooph!' sound from their lips.

"Makoto-sensei! Untie us, please.." One of them spoke out as both disciples struggled with the rope binding their movements. One glance down at the two, and one would instantly recognize both of them being young females and also looking identical to each other. "Yes, please.. We'll do better next time.." The other twin said following after that, and the older female sighed once again before untying them both.

After they both were released, the twin students stood up and dusted themselves before adjusting themselves with their new-found little bruises they received from the spar earlier. "You certainly do not hold back, Makoto-sensei. Ouch.." One of them commented, rolling her right shoulder a bit before wincing slightly.

"But Sensei has to be, especially when we are her students." Her twin sister replied meekly, rubbing the back of her neck before her amethyst eyes moved and her gaze fell upon the figure of Master Hiroto and a young man standing beside him. ".. Greetings, Master Hiroto.. I apologize for the mess and damage we had caused." The same sister then continued, she looking rather nervous before she bowed down in respect towards them.

"... Who is that, Master Hiroto? He would be joining the dojo?" The other twin asked, her same coloured eyes stared at the young man before them as she did the same observation like their teacher had done. "Hey, maybe we can have a spar with him and see whether he has any potential. Hope that muscles he has is not just for show- Owwww!" Her comment was cut short when she received a nice smack upon her back by Makoto.

"Don't be funny. Now, be good girls and introduce yourselves to our new guest and housemate. He would be staying with us from now on." Their teacher stated and the twins then looked at the younger man with disbelief, their eyes widened before both of them exchanged looks with each other.

".. Our.. housemate? How come we were never told?" Both of them said together simultaneously as they both looked at Master Makoto then back at Master Hiroto. Aoi and Hatsuko Miyagi were in quite disbelief, thinking that Master Hiroto would never take someone in as his disciple. But then again, their own teacher swore off that she would not take in any disciples until they both came along.

".. My name is Aoi Miyagi." The tougher looking twin introduced herself first then followed by her more innocent sister, ".. And my name is Hatsuko Miyagi. It's a pleasure to meet you. I hope we would get along well."

"You can refer to me as Makoto-sensei if you will. I might provide some free lessons if your Master allows me to." The older female introduced herself last, a wide smirk was upon her lips as she did.

 

[Eazy]

The younger male was obviously intrigued by the dojo which would be his new home as he followed the other man's lead. He'd read about these types of places, heard of them from his parents and even seen a few in films, but it was always a treat to actually see something with your eyes in person. Master Hiroto noticed his new disciples interest, and allowed him a chance of taking in his surroundings even as sensei lead him toward where he expected his fellow instructor would be. As luck would have it, as the pair made their way down around the dojo, the woman in question seemed to have met them halfway on their brief journey.

Stopping in his tracks at the mature, yet sultry looking woman came into view, Logan nearly felt his jaw drop as he took in the sight of her in the loosely fitting yukata; whispering to himself without thinking, "This is definitely a lot different from the mall 'dojos' back home."

Hiroto caught wind of the barely audible comment and tried masking any amusement over the young man's words. It wasn't exactly the most proper way of speaking around a master martial artist, but he supposed it was an expected reaction of any red blooded male in his place. Actually, he somewhat wished she'd dressed more appropriately for at least this first day, but the older male had known Makoto for many years now, and knew such a request wasn't always an easy sell for the woman.

As she inquired about the identity of the young man besides him, Hiroto simply nodded his head before addressing the both of them, "Indeed it is. He'll be living with us for a while, so I'm hoping the three of us and the others can get along just fine."

His surprise at meeting someone like her in here was only intensified at that last tidbit of information. She lived here, too?! Logan nearly did a double take over that, and made a small mental note that, indeed, living in this place may not be so bad after all. Especially if her current style of dressing turned out to be a regular habit for the alluring female martial artist. Although it make it hard for him to keep focused at the moment, as his wandering eyes tried with mixed results to meet her own as the woman started to speak with him. Wait, did she say two girls?

Just then, her attention suddenly seemed to shift, and he noticed that Master Hiroto's head had also turned in the direction she was looking. Confused, the young man was about to ask what was wrong, when Makoto turned toward his new Master and mentioned something about damages. What damages?? Finally, as if to answer his question, a sharp object came out of nowhere and was easily caught by the female martial artist. The sudden attack caused a startled Logan to drop his bag and take a cautious step away, while Master Hiroto seemed to watch the following turn of events with mild interest.

As she ran off in search of her assailant(s), the dumbfounded foreigner watched on with obvious confusion on his features; blinking several times before managing an obvious yet understandable question, "Does....does this happen often?!"

"Hmm?" The older man let out while returning his attention to the youngster; raising a hand to rub at his chin a bit, eyes staring up into space as he seemed to give the question a little consideration before casually remarking, "Often enough, I suppose. I guess I'm a little too used to it to really keep track of the frequency in attacks."

Gawking at the other male after hearing this, Logan's attention returned to the source of the fighting when it seemed things were finally quieting down. He simply watched for the next few moments, until the woman who ran off into combat finally returned, only this time carrying two other, younger looking girls upon her shoulders. The first thought to enter his mind was centered on noticing how deceptively strong the woman turned out to be. The second, was that the two girls which were bound and being carried along her shoulders happened to be twins. And last thought being how there wasn't much room for being gentle in training, as he winced slightly at how roughly they were dropped onto the floor.

Both of the men observed the proceeding interaction between teacher and student quietly, albeit with considerably greater interest on Logan's part. They were less mature, both in body and personality, then their sensei; but certainly cute in their own right. And it was fascinating for him to see the relationship they had with their own master. It was certainly different from what he expected, but that didn't seem to be a bad thing. Provided you had the expenses to cover their little scuffles.

As Hatusko apologized for their actions, Master Haruto simply gave the girl a reassuring smile to show no harm was done by the 'surprise attack' on their sensei, before everyone's attention was directed toward her more troublesome sister as she addressed the new arrival. At the apparent insinuation that his physique was simply for show, Logan's eyes narrowed a bit in annoyance; having still felt a sense of wounded pride after his earlier showing with Master Haruto. It was because of this that he could barely stifle a chuckle when her sensei smacked the girls back, with the ghost of a smirk hinting at the corner of his lips for a second.

Then, the news of his staying here was given to the girls, followed by a joint response that was both surprising and oddly cute to the young man. This was followed by finally giving introductions, as the tougher looking twin introduced herself, followed by the seemingly more gentle one, before closing out with a long awaited introduction by the female sensei. The young man couldn't help feeling a little flustered as she made her suggestion, thanks in no small part to the way she'd carried herself so far and the idea of spending quality time with the beautiful sensei. Still, remembering the way she handled those two, he had to wonder if any perks outweighed the risks.

Either way, the white haired male did manage to shake himself out this brief stupor, as he lowered his head in a small bow before introducing himself, "I'm Logan. Logan Kobayashi. It's a great pleasure to meet with each of you."

Turning his direct attention toward the female sensei, the foreign visitor gave a faint smile as he answered, "And I'd be honored to learn a few lessons under you at anytime, Makoto-sensei. Provided it's fine with my own sensei, of course."

"I wouldn't object. After all, there aren't many teachers out there better then Makoto." The more mature man admitted, even if he perhaps shot his fellow 'teacher' a faint look of suspicion before getting back to business; turning toward his new pupil and the twins while suggesting, "But there'll be time for that later. For now, how about you girls show Logan to his room? It's the guest room on the second floor."

Although it was addressed as a request, Haruto knew the girls would eventually agree to it out of respect for the older man. And even if they didn't feel up to it, their sensei was likely to have her own means of 'persuasion' in dealing with the matter. Sure enough, his own pupil was lead off by the students of his long time friend; allowing the pair of martial artist a chance to speak in private.

"What do you think?" He finally asked, arms crossed while moving to lean against a nearby wall; seeking out an early opinion from the woman about their newest addition to the place they called home.

Meanwhile, the new disciple in question followed along as the twin sisters escorted him to where he could settle in before doing anything else for the day. Which was a good thing, since carrying around a duffel bag over your shoulder can get pretty tiring after a long enough time. As he followed along, Logan tried to keep from staring at the pair, but found himself somewhat fascinated due to not having really seen any twins in person. And it didn't help his wandering eye that both of them were incredibly cute.

Not wanting to dwell on this and possibly risk offending either girl if they noticed him, the young man diverted his attention toward other curiosities, such as his understandable interest in master/student relations around here, "So, um, how long have you two been training under Makoto-sensei? The three of you seem to share a pretty unique relationship with one another?"

 

[Silver_Identity]

After they gave their introductions to their new guest, they were silent when he begun to introduce himself to them and the twins reacted with surprise etched onto their faces when he mentioned the family name of 'Kobayashi'. As for the mature lady standing behind the female twins, she looked calm as though she had expected this odd situation to happen. Well, she was already informed beforehand after all. She had to admit that the young man in front of them did looked a lot like his past father and it was confirmed for her when she already knew that her old friend would be taking this young fellow to be his disciple, she knew it have to be for some specific reason.

But to see the son of the famous name in this dojo was rather something. When the young man mentioned his gratefulness if Makoto would give him some lessons when she could, she expected the brief stare from Hiroto as she expected him to be a little suspicious when it comes to her intentions. Though listening her friend's comment, she released a small chuckle as she placed a hand over her lips, "Oh please, Hiroto-san.. You flatter me, really. But thank you for allowing me permission to teach your student when he's ready to learn from me, of course." She flashed a deceptive smile towards the older man though of course when Hiroto mentioned that her students should guide his student to his new room, she agreed to the idea.

"Why, of course. Aoi, Hatsuko. Mind bringing our new housemate to his room?" The older woman added her request in after Hiroto did, and the twins obligated to their request without making any fuss. Both twins nodded their heads and their pair of amethyst eyes went to stare at Logan for a moment, before the more friendlier of the twins, Hatsuko gestured with her hand to indicate him to start moving and follow them. Before long, the twins and the new student walked down the hallway to head towards the stairs.

The two martial artists were finally left alone, and knowing Hiroto very well, Makoto just only waited patiently for him to speak which he did then. At his question, she perked an eyebrow while she turned to him and the expected smirk touched her lips, "He looks so alike with his father, when his father was young. By looking at him now, we both know he has potential. Just that, it definitely would take time to see some progress with him. I would like to see how far you can take him." She paused for a moment to lift a hand and she tapped the tip of her index finger onto her chin, the smirk widening slightly as she looked at Hiroto.

"Although.. I have to say. He's a good-looking young man.." She mused out loud to him, her dark gaze watching him to see his reaction before she waved her hand a bit before chuckling, "But do not worry. I would not do anything. I wouldn't want you to be furious with me." With her gaze still upon him, she moved a bit closer to his form and reached her hand out to stroke the growing stubble and goatee upon his chin, she commented then.

".. You should shave yourself, 'daaarrrlliinnngggg'.." She purposely emphasized the last word with intention to annoy him a bit.

Pulling her hand back, she then stepped back before turning herself around as she started walking to the opposite direction and she spoke out with her back facing towards him, "I should make something for our new housemate. He must be hungry from the long travel to here." She waved her hand slightly in a sort of 'I'll see you later' fashion before disappearing down the hallway.

While the two adults had their little private conversation, the pair of twins brought their guest up to the second floor and then escorted him to his own personal room. When Logan begun to ask his questions, both twins turned their heads to face him before looking back at each other. The more gentler twin started answering his first question, "We had been training under her ever since we were young, almost more than ten years until now."

It was Aoi's turn to answer after Hatsuko tackled the first question. "As for your second question. Yeah. People actually had said that from time to time. But being under her wing ever since childhood, you'll be treating your own sensei like 'family' too, right?" She then turned her head towards her sister as both of them exchanged glances and then turning their heads to look at him.

"Since we answered your questions, now it's time for you to answer ours." Both of them jointly responded together and the twins then stopped in front of a sliding door, which Logan can presume that it must be the door of his supposed room. "Since your family name is 'Kobayashi'.." Aoi started asking the question, then followed by her twin sister to end it, ".. Then does that mean your father is Shin Kobayashi?"

"We always heard many stories about him.. He's like our idol! After Makoto-sensei and Master Hiroto, of course!" Both of them exclaimed with their joint timing as the pair looked excited to actually meet with the offspring of their long time idol. "If you do not mind, we would love if you could have spars with us when you think you are ready!"

As their excitement level managed to level down, the twins helped to push the door open to let the young man enter into his new room. "We hope it's not too small for you!" That comment was said, though the twins seem to underestimate the size of the room the owners of the dojo offered to him. The room was actually quite spacious with plenty of room to add any desired furniture or objects Logan would like to make himself more at home.

There was a comfortable futon laid somewhere in the middle of the room; a small table at the corner of the room accompanied with a sitting chair if anybody would like to do some little reading or writing during their stay. In the other corner of the room was a medium sized drawer to put his folded clothes in. "We both will be heading downstairs. You should rest yourself and make yourself more comfortable," Hatsuko suggested and her twin sister nodded her head in agreement.

"If you need anything, don't be afraid to ask Master Hiroto or Makoto-sensei. Heck, you can even ask us, if you like," The tougher sister added her words in, a wide grin was upon her face as she spoke. A more softer smile touched Hatsuko's lips, "Perhaps tomorrow, maybe we can bring you around the town since it's still the weekend.. Ohh.. Uhh.."

A short pause ensured itself in as Hatsuko seem to hesitate to say out what she intended to, "We are sorry for your loss. I mean. You know.." It seemed rather difficult for Hatsuko to form words, though her sister took care of it to end the sentence, "We apologize if we brought a sensitive subject up." After they spoke, they waved a hand towards Logan before exiting the room and sliding the door close thus giving time for Logan to get used to his new room.

 

[Eazy]

The dark-haired man gave the faint hint of a grin as his old friend brought up their new arrivals similarity in appearance to his father. It was something Hiroto noticed when first seeing a more recent picture of the young man, and being able to see him in person only made it even clearer for him. Also, while Logan's form was very sloppy, there were indeed hints of his fathers training within his style. It would indeed prove interesting to see how he responds and develops against his own training regimen.

At the mention by Motoko on how attractive she found their guest, the older man's eyes began to narrow a bit; already having an idea of where she may be going with this. Seeming to have noticed, and perhaps expected his reaction, the woman then chuckled before assuring that nothing would happen there. Giving a scoff at this, he simply stated, "We're all adults here, so it makes little difference to me. Just so long as nothing gets in the way of training."

Despite saying this, he did know Motoko enough to realize that, despite her at times incorrigible nature, she was indeed one who didn't let anything get in the way of actual training sessions. Not that one may figure this as such by the way she reached out and began playing with his facial hair; He could only cringe a bit at her playing, particularly when she addressed Hiroto in a manner which she knew would annoy the man, until she finally seemed to lose interest and go about the notion of preparing something for their new housemate.

"That sounds like a fine idea. I'll probably help myself to some tea in a while, too." The martial arts master responded as she began on her way out, calling after her loud enough to make sure she heard could hear him even in the hallway, "And I am not shaving!"

As this was going on, the newest member to the dojo listened as one of the girls, Hatsuko, started by answering his first question. He was somewhat surprised to hear how long they'd been under their masters wing, but also felt a little envious of this fact. If his father hadn't passed away when he did, Logan could only imagine what type of relationship they may have shared over time as both father/son and sensei/disciple. At the response by Aoi, the young man did wonder how he'd feel about his own teacher and the others here during the coming months, and possibly years that followed. He hadn't considered the idea of treating his new Master as family, and it was indeed too soon for him to say so either way, but he could understand why the girls felt as such for Makoto-sensei; given how young they must have been when she came into their life.

His attention peaked when they brought up his last name, bringing about a bittersweet feeling in the foreigner as they inquired if this meant he was the son of the man this dojo they called home was named after; a slight smile marking his features while answering, "Yeah, that would be my old man. He taught me a lot when I was younger, but it was limited to roughly a years worth of training before his passing."

The young man was a little surprised when the girls started going on about his father like they did. Logan knew of this place being named at his family, and that Shin Kobayashi was one known for training many skilled martial artists, but none of that meant much back in America. Here, however, it seemed his fathers accomplishments could still be felt to this day even by the newer generations. The thought of this brought a small, proud smile to his features as he continued following along with the sisters.

When they mentioned the possibility of his sparring with them in the future, Logan was left rather dumbfounded, due to never having given much thought to the idea of engaging in a session with a fellow female student. Still, one of the things he learned was to always respect your opponent or fellow fighters, and he didn't want to risk offending either due to an issue such as their genders.

"Well, I'm not exactly used to sparring with girls, but...if either of you are ever interested, I'm always opened to getting in a good workout." He admitted with a short laugh which tried hiding any feelings of awkwardness on his part over the notion of combating women. Then again, given what he saw earlier and his own failed attempt at landing a blow on Master Haruto, it was likely either one of the girls would wipe the floor with him at this point. Not that getting tossed around by a cute girl didn't have its own strange appeal.

As they reached his room, he let them push the door open, before the stood aside to let the young man enter and inspect the living area for himself. Despite their concerns of it being too small, Logan was actually quite satisfied and even impressed with the room. It certainly looked different compared to his room back home, but not necessarily in a negative way. Just different, and he did assure them that this place was fine before propping that duffel bag of his up against one side of the wall so he may further inspect the area.

Both of the girls then began to excuse themselves in order to allow him a chance of settling into his new room. He smiled and gave a nod in agreement of their suggestion for showing him around, as he'd not had the chance to really check out anything other then what was seen on his way to the dojo. But before he could add anything on the subject, the more timid of the pair started to appear apologetic about something, which brought confusion onto Logan as he watched her curiously while she struggled in getting out her words. Finally, Aoi stepped in and finished her sisters thought, which cleared up a lot for the young man, yet initially left him a little lost for words. Getting over that brief bout of surprise over their respective reactions, the new arrival shook his head before adding.

"There really isn't any need for either of you to apologize. It's fine. And, well, thank you both for the assistance." He assured them with a faint smile before giving a bit of praise for the hospitality shown in escorting him up to his room and answering his earlier questions.

Waving at the pair as they left, the young man let out a long sigh as they closed the door behind them; reaching a hand up to rub at the back of his neck while musing, "Well, this is definitely going to be a different experience from my life back home."

Brushing this off for now, Logan turned his attention to his duffel bag, where he would find the articles of clothing and a few personal items he packed away for the trip. About the next half-hour would be spent both unpacking his belongings and inspecting the furniture allotted to him within his new living space. The room certainly nice enough, with enough space for some slight redesigning in order to make it feel a bit closer to truly being his space. But enough was done for now, as he eventually decided on leaving the room and having a better look around the dojo.

Backtracking his steps from the earlier walk with the twins for a bit, the young man eventually found himself heading down the steps which would lead him back to the first floor. He didn't quite know his way around here, but figured it shouldn't prove too difficult for him to bump into one of the four other people that lived here. Sure enough, upon sliding open a door and entering what appeared to be a dining room, he saw Master Hiroto sitting by himself while enjoying a cup of tea.

Taking a drink from the cup, the older man perked up a bit at seeing his new pupil, "Oh, Logan. How do you like your room? I hope it meets your basic requirements?"

The young man nodded as he stood before the other male, insuring his sensei, "It's fine, Master. So long as I have a place to sleep and to keep my belongings, I'm plenty flexible about where I can stay."

"Good, good." The man stated while taking another drink, then placing it down for now before suggesting, "So now that you're settled in, how about getting in a little exercise before dinner is ready?"

"Already?!" The younger male quickly blurted out, clearly surprised at having to do anything on his first day, and so late into it, too. Still, as the other man simply stood there, calmly sitting there while Logan's apparent defiance slowly broke down. Eventually, he simply nodded his head in agreement before answering, "Of course, Master. What would you have me do?"

Giving a small smile at this, Hiroto started to explain, "Let's begin with doing a few laps around the dojo. I'd say thirty should suffice." He expected the sudden look of disbelief on his pupil's features, although it did bring an amused smirk to the dojo master's face as he calmly elaborated, "You're already plenty strong, but I'm worried about your cardiovascular. I don't expect you to do all of them, but try your best and keep track of how many you do accomplish. That should give me a rough idea of what we're working with when the real training begins."

Every fiber of the young man's being called out for him to speak out against this request. It wasn't like he hadn't already gotten in a decent workout from his earlier walk all the way out here from the airport. Inwardly cursing at the fact that he didn't take a bus at the time, the young foreigner gave an obviously forced smile, bowing his head in respect as he spoke through gritted teeth, "Yes, Master Hiroto."

Turning away from the still smirking sensei, Logan began to dash toward the exit which would lead out of the dojo. Even with simply jogging around the dojo itself, rather then the exterior walls which surrounded Hiroto's property, he knew that it even half of what was being asked would take a lot out of him. Upon making his way outside, the young male took in a deep breath, gazing up at the sun for a few seconds while musing on how he should have made that half hour in his room a full hour at least. Shaking off such unimportant thoughts, the white haired youth finally started on his way; keeping a mental tally on those dreaded laps as he went about carrying out his exercise.

 

[Silver_Identity]

Perhaps it was rather brash for Makoto to think that time would pass by slowly, as she glanced outside through the window and noticed that it was already late in the evening. How she wished weekends would last longer at times. Still, she has her chore to do as she started pulling out the kitchen utensils so she could start cooking dinner for them all.

It would be a surprise to some people to show that she can be quite a good cook despite her lack of interest when it comes to doing house chores, but at least she could cook some rather delicious meals. For this occasion, she thought having a small celebration would be in order to welcome their new housemate to their new home. But for now, she decided to make something light for the young man before she tackled the huge feast she hope she could manage.

As the kitchen was quite nearby to where the dining room was located, her sharp ears couldn't help but hear the small conversation between her old friend and his pupil. Though when Hiroto requested for Logan to do a few laps around the dojo, she shook her head gently in mirth. The poor young man; already have to start training before a new day even started.

While the young man left the room to head to the giant doors that would lead to outside of the dojo, Makoto walked over to the kitchen with a newly fill teapot in her hands and going over to kneel down and assist to pour tea into the almost empty cup. "Already keen to train your new pupil, I see? I hope he would not start to fear you tomorrow." She joked as she placed the teapot aside onto the table, before she continued, "I'll start preparing the food so we can celebrate for your new pupil's arrival. Hope you won't mind that we pull out a few bottles of sake for all of us to enjoy?"

The female instructor then stood up before flashing a smile at Hiroto, knowing that the male martial artist would be disliking the mere idea that Makoto drinking the alcohol. She usually finished the alcohol rather too quickly, either by herself or drinking with her old friend.

Makoto return to the kitchen and saw that the twins arrived to the kitchen before her return. "Makoto-sensei, what do you need us to do?" The twins asked, looking keen to assist their sensei. Usually, the twins would help the female sensei in preparing the meals and with the house chores, of course with Hiroto having to do his part of the work too.

"Sensei, sensei. Are we going to have a celebration?" Aoi asked, the grin on her lips widened at the thought of it. To her, a celebration meant more good food for her to eat and that also meant they can drink alcohol. As for Hatsuko, she was already helping Makoto without the older lady asking her anything as she went to chop the vegetables. She was excited at the idea but she contained it.

The female martial artist perked a smile on her lips as she nodded to Aoi, "Yes.. I feel that a celebration is in order. Now.. Be like your sister and help with the cooking." She merely requested but Aoi went to assist without any delay. Soon, the teacher along with the students were busying themselves in the kitchen and before long, it seemed the food was all prepared.

It would not be a big celebration but there was indeed more food, of course, and Makoto had already asked Aoi to go to the room where they store the alcoholic beverages and retrieve a few bottles of sake for the occasion. As for Makoto, she decided to see how was the young fellow doing with the exercise and also thinking she should bring some cold water along with a small dumpling to let him endure until dinner time.

Exiting from the kitchen, the female sensei headed towards one of the nearby tall walls that surrounded the dojo and with surprising agility and strength, she jumped and her foot was align to the wall, she pushed herself up and allowed her body to flip over. One second, she was jumping over the wall and the next, she landed onto the top of the thick wall and she turned her head while looking down in hopes she could find the young man.

Spotting him around the corner and was going to reach at the spot beneath her, she just seated herself down onto the wall and waited patiently. Obviously she could see that the young fellow was so exhausted. Poor fellow, she mused. The older female then spoke out from above him, she looking down upon him with a smile upon her face, "Yo! Up here!" She waved a hand to him as she knew he would gaze up, and he has a rather ample sight of her long smooth legs as she crossed them, the yukata parting as she did.

She pushed herself from the wall and landed onto her two feet before the young pupil and without injuring her knees or legs whatsoever. That would be a feat since the wall was actually tall in height, approximately around a few floors high. Dusting and straightening her yukata after her landing, she then handed over the bottle of water to Logan along with bundled cloth. "Dinner is about ready and you looked beat. So I thought I should grant you a small break. If Hiroto-san complains, just say it was my idea." She chuckled after she spoke.

It was clearly evident that she did indeed cooked earlier, especially when she was wearing a pink apron over her yukata. The amusing part was that upon the front of the apron, with bold words across her chest read, "Kiss The Cook'. The apron only helped in to accentuate the shape and size of her chest, "So how do you find the dojo? I know you didn't actually explore the whole ground. That would change tomorrow, as I'm sure Aoi and Hatsuko would not mind to show you around. I also heard they would like to take you around the town as well. That would be a good idea."

 

[Eazy]

The first few laps of his jog actually hadn't been so hard, as they matched his gym classes from high school and the occasional jog he'd take when working to keep up his physique. After several of these, however, Logan began to really feel the effect as every step grew heavier, every breath seemed increasingly labored, and the light sweat which formed upon his brow seemed to spread out upon his entire body. Still, he pushed forward, seemingly determined to not stop until his body gave out, especially after his poor showing earlier when he first arrived at the dojo.

The white-haired foreigner was forcibly chugging his way through the sixteenth (or was it seventeenth? hard to keep track when struggling for air) lap when he'd heard a female voice that the young man had only recently grown familiar with. Stopping in his tracks, taking in a few labored breaths of air, Logan looked in the direction of the sound, only seeing the wall surrounding their premises, before his gaze slowly began traveling upward. Despite knowing what little he did of true martial artists and being familiar with what he saw in the world of movies, Logan hadn't quite anticipated seeing anyone perched up on a ledge that high before.

Staring quite wide-eyed at Makoto-sensei, the young man immediately began to wonder how she got up there in the first place, and somewhat worried if Master Hiroto would expect the same of him come their training time. That aside, Logan also couldn't help but notice the way the mature woman's legs were on display from where he stood. Certainly a pleasant enough sight to take in after practically torturing himself out here, his body continuing to strain a bit with sucking in air even as he stood in place. When she jumped down, the newer arrival to the school almost immediately showed signs of panic, only to remember what little he'd seen earlier and trust in the woman as she landed safely to the ground before him.

"I...I really hope Master Hiroto isn't going to make me do something like that tomorrow." He admitted in a half-joking manner as he stared at the woman; seemingly out of brief from a combination of surprise and his current workout plan.

As she handed him the bottle and bundled cloth, Logan almost reluctantly accepted it until she assuaged any concerns he had about his Master's possible complaints on the break, "Thanks, Makoto-sensei. I'll...just have to take you up on that."

Dabbing himself with the cloth as she spoke, Logan was all too grateful for the water offered up his way. Although he didn't admit it, the truth is he was about ready to collapse if he'd forced his way through a few more laps. The dojo was quite large for only a few people, likely due to needing the room for holding training equipment and the space required in teaching classes with multiple students at once. During his laps around the premises, he'd also seen how much of the area was dedicated for gardening and plant life in general. Certainly an ideal setting for peaceful outdoors meditation, if he wasn't spending so much of his time outside trying to keep his legs from giving out under him.

Finishing with his first drink, the young man wiped the sweat from his brow, allowing him an even better view of the woman before him. Almost expectedly, his eyes lowered themselves to her chest, finding a bit of amusement in the words on her apron, yet finding even greater interest in the way said apron helped in accentuating the shape of her chest. Staring at her chest for a bit longer then he probably should have, the male couldn't help but let a faint smirk slip past his lips as he mused on how he wouldn't mind doing a bit more then 'kissing' when it came to this cook. Unfortunately, this lasted even after Makoto-sensei had finished speaking, causing a short silence in which they simply stood there with him gawking at her body, until finally catching himself with embarrassment.

"Um, yeah! Your students promised to help show me around tomorrow. That should be fun. They seem like sweet enough girls." He immediately stated in delayed response of her comments, reflecting on his earlier experience with the sisters and correcting himself with a light shrug, "Well, one of them seems sweet. Not quite sure what to make of Aoi just yet."

Taking another drink of water, his eyes trying to keep from stealing glances at the female sensei's body along the way, the newest member of the dojo then added, "And I got to look around the dojo a bit during my laps, but it would be nice to see it when I'm able to soak in the atmosphere a bit better."

Try as they might, however, those eyes of his could never seem to keep themselves away of the sensuous curves of the fit older woman for long. Which was embarrassing enough for Logan, but only proved even more shameful as he felt a familiar stirring between his legs; one which caused him to panic a bit and hope that his pants didn't cling too greatly from his perspiration.

Fidgeting a bit from where he stood, the young man tried to keep the conversation going as he very reluctantly confessed, "If you don't mind my saying, Makoto-sensei? You...don't exactly dress yourself like how I'd expect a martial arts master would."

Pausing for a moment, he quickly put a hand up and shook his head as he elaborated on his thought, "Not that I'm complaining about it, mind you! It's just a little surprising is all."

 

[Silver_Identity]

Even without her sharp eyes, it was plain obvious the supposed task of taking jogs around the dojo had strained the poor fellow before her. Then again, she understood and felt her old friend was quite mean to send his new student out to training so quickly when he just arrived to the dojo just only recently. But the older woman was rather impressed that he just left to do the task without complaining or rebutting with the older man despite he must had been tired from his journey to the dojo.

A smirk remained on her lips as she kept her gaze upon him, letting him take his time to answer to her despite she already could see that his gaze was not staying upon her face and actually trailing down her curvaceous and fit body; though mainly centered onto her impressive bust. Even at her age, she could say she was rather proud of her body as she knew she could stir any man's loins or let them have their gaze linger all over her body. For other females, they might take it as an offense but for her, she only took it as flattery.

He took a few moments to then answer her as he obviously caught himself staring at her body too long. The older martial artist only chuckled a bit, allowing him to answer and she listened before nodding her head. "Hatsuko is indeed the sweeter and more gentler of the two. Aoi is the more defensive and tomboyish one. Well, being their sensei after a long time had already allow me to know them very well so I could comfortably see you and the two girls becoming good friends. Perhaps with Aoi mostly." She responded to him, the smirk widened slightly as she wondered whether the twins would eventually take a liking towards the young man.

They never really had another young man living with them in the dojo so she was curious on how this would turn out. Then again, having another man around would be good and at least Hiroto would be glad to have another male around in the dojo they lived in. When he started mentioning about dojo and how he would like to see the view more without his body aching from the strains, she nodded her head once again and offered, "If a young man like yourself wouldn't mind this older woman to give you a nice tour around the dojo tomorrow perhaps, then I don't mind doing so. Then my two girls can take you out to the town and let you see around. I do need them to get some groceries after today's dinner.." She noted.

The younger student then spoke once again, getting her full attention and her right eyebrow arched as he started commenting about how the way she dressed herself despite being a martial artist. The older female only chuckled softly at his words, a smile of mirth touched her lips and she looked at him, "I'm not offended if you think I am. But I have to say, well, I think you have this general idea of what a martial artist be as in like formal, dressed appropriately.. Like.. How your sensei Hiroto would like me to be.."

She mused at that, then suddenly laughing a bit and continued, "But for me, if to be a true martial artist, there are some simple things one have to understand and remember. One is to believe in oneself and if not, you would not be able to succeed. Two is to be yourself and to adapt your own martial arts in a way that would still be called yours and yet still have the influence of your sensei. So what I'm doing now it's just being who I am and to dress how I would find myself comfortable. Also.."

The woman paused for a moment to sneak one of her hand inside the other large sleeve of her yukata to pull a smal blade; the same one she had used earlier during the small spar with her students. Then with her quick hands, she pulled out a few more smaller weapons such as small knives and perhaps a bladed fan from somewhere in her yukata, "Sometimes you have to look pass that and more into why some people dress the way they do, than thinking it's just a fashion sense. I wear this when I'm at home usually. But when I'm giving lessons or plan to go out, of course I dress for the occasion." Placing the weapons back into the hidden compartment of her yukata with the same speed, it was almost a blur and was difficult to capture where the hidden weapons were in her garment.

"But I have to mention.." Makoto started speaking once again, a somewhat mischievous glint flickered in her eyes as she neared herself towards the younger man until her own form was close to his. "A martial artist like myself can already tell that you were looking at me, well.. mostly at my body. Do not worry; I find it very flattering to know a young man like yourself find me very attractive despite our age difference." Emphasizing on those words with an added move of her pressing her body against his in a teasing manner as she gently press her large chest against his front teasingly.

".. I find you a handsome man, so I wouldn't mind giving you an offer.. If you need someone to relieve a perhaps specific stress, you can come over to me if you like.." The older woman could feel the forming bulge against her thigh and she felt almost bad to leave him somewhat aroused at the prospect. She wouldn't mind giving him some needed service but hearing some footsteps with her sharp ears even when they were faraway; she knew she had to stop there and leave the poor fellow hanging there for a while.

She gave small and knowing wink at him before her professional demeanor returned; especially when two familiar voices sounded from the same high ledge where Makoto was earlier. Looking up, it's plain clear to see the twins standing on the ledge and waving to them both as they both shouted out together, "Makoto-sensei! Logan! Master Hiroto is calling for you both to come in and join us for dinner! Master Hiroto also mention you can stop now, Logan!" With that, then the two young girls then jumped off from the ledge to disappear behind the wall and enter back into the dojo.

Turning her head, the older female smile at him, "You think you can handle the walk back to the entrance? Shouldn't be far and I will walk with you. Unless you are very tired and I could give you a piggy back ride." Makoto teased, the same smirk was upon her lips before they both started headed back to the large doors of the dojo and to enter back into the dojo grounds. The older female then guided them both to where the dining room was located.

 

[Eazy]

The white-haired male listened as she spoke about her students and his relatively brief yet memorable experience with the pair. And while it was hard for him to tell the sisters apart at this point, at least when it came to their physical appearance, he was indeed able to connect the names with the faces when she mentioned their personality traits. As such, he simply nodded in agreement when Makoto-sensei spoke of Hatsuko and Aoi's respective traits, but did give pause when she suggested that he'd get along better with the tomboyish one of the twins.

Not that he had anything against the tomboy types, but Hatsuko's personality had seemed a bit more endearing, at least during their short encounters. But then Aoi did seem the type which Logan would have more fun playing with, assuming they get on well enough. Their time out of the dojo tomorrow should certainly prove interesting, and not simply for the chance to further explore a land the young man wasn't familiar with up to this point. They did seem charming in their own way, albeit with a few subtle quirks which seemed to oddly compliment each other. In the end, Logan supposed, the best he could hope for was that the three of them got along enough to respect one another.

When Makoto-sensei offered to show him around the dojo tomorrow, the young man quickly perked up, despite his current state of exhaustion keeping him in a spot where simply standing straight was proving a chore. A tour in general would be nice, but having it done by a beautiful older woman like herself? Now that would be just lovely. When she responded to his previously asked question about her attire, the newest member of the dojo was at least happy she hadn't taken offence, even if he suddenly felt strangely old fashioned when having his idea of how a martial artist should dress compared to that of his older Master.

So he listened with considerable interest, as she spoke of being a true martial artist, of being yourself and to adapt, to choose your own way while paying respect of those who granted you the knowledge for making such a choice in your way of the martial artist. When she pulled out her weapons of choice, including one which he vaguely recognized from earlier, there was an understandable if very minor look of apprehension on his part, given her earlier usage of said weapon. Her words made sense, even if the white-haired male hadn't given such things any great consideration in the past. Since his father's passing, after all, there hadn't been a real teacher in his life to learn from or hear such thoughts of wisdom about possible martial artist paths.

"I'd never really considered any of that, Makoto-sensei. I suppose it goes to show how much there is for me to learn. Not only in training my body, but my mind as well." The young male admitted as he watched her put away her weapons; allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief, before his wandering eyes took another sweeping pass over her body.

Unfortunately, it seemed that his fluctuating, yet recurring focus upon the older woman's physique hadn't gone unnoticed by the martial artist in question. It caused his jaw to drop slightly as she calmly called him out on this. Even as she assured him that he needn't worry, Logan remained somewhat skeptical while she moved in closer; causing him to tense up due to a mixture of attraction for her body and concern over how she could likely fling him around like a ragdoll without any great trouble. As she pressed herself into his front, his gaze trying in vain to remain focused on her face rather then her large chest, the young pupil looked as if he wished to say something, yet couldn't seem to form any actual words.

His eyes said it all, however, as he watched the woman in obvious disbelief at what she was offering. Logan had a little experience in the ways of pleasing a woman, but none of his few partners were anywhere near matching the beauty of Makoto-sensei. As he felt her thigh press into the bulge between his legs, the muscular male stood there for a moment, but soon reached one hand out to feel along her leg through the material of her yakuta. The other continued holding his bottle of water, albeit perhaps squeezing a bit too hard, as his heart started racing for an entirely different reason then that earlier exercise. God, she was pushing all of the right buttons with him.

It seemed the young foreigner was about to agree on this, when suddenly the female sensei seemed distracted by something else and slowly pulled away following her knowing wink. He was left a little confused, until the sound of footsteps could even be picked up by himself, only to be followed by the unison voice of the twins. Logan gazed up at them, somewhat worried on what they may notice if they jumped down to join them, which in turn left him very relieved when they left after delivering their message. Even more relieving was the information that his running was done for the night. After taking his break, he wasn't too keen on picking back up where he left off.

As the twins sensei returned her attention his way, the perplexed student seemed at a further lost for words, only for the older woman's sudden tease to bring him back around as he gave a half-smile in return, "Thanks, but I think I'll manage, Makoto-sensei." Having said this, he watched as she started leading the way; taking another quick drink out of the bottle she offered him earlier while admiring her figure as she moved. Considering everything that happened, as he followed her lead, it was little wonder that a few less then professional thoughts had entered his mind.

"I wouldn't mind giving you a ride of my own." He muttered under his breath, almost hoping she didn't hear, yet also finding enough intrigue in this other side of his female sensei to wonder how she may feel upon hearing such a lewd, yet fitting response given their most recent exchanges.

When they made it back to the dining room area to join with the others, it indeed seemed that the girls had done a fine job of setting up dinner for each of them. It was a stark contrast, having a meal with so many people, when most meals back home were limited to simpler feasts alongside his mother. And even those were rare, as he often fell back on fast food and whatever he could pick up at the snack stands. Still, he did have a taste for many fine cuisines, and one good whiff of the food prepared was enough to get his mouth watering.

"Ah, there you two are. I'm glad the girls were able to find you both so quickly." The familiar male voice of Master Hiroto caught his attention. Turning, he saw the older male walking in with a couple of sake bottles which he'd apparently taken the opportunity to sample a bit of before bringing out for the others. Not that it was evident in his behavior, so much as obvious due to the half empty glass in his other hand as he held the opened bottle with the other. It seemed the drink was a bit of a weakness for the other male, at least when the late night hour began to draw near.

Placing the mostly filled bottle upon the table, he took another drink out of his cup before inquiring about his new disciple's first bit of training, "So how did you do on your exercise, Logan? Run into any troubles when trying to complete it?"

Blinking a bit, the newest arrival to their dojo fought the reflex which nearly made him glance at the older woman; instead making a throat clearing sound as he explained, "It was very...invigorating, sir. I made it over half way before having to stop for a bit when Makoto-sensei approached."

He left out the details on what they started prior to the girls finding them, of course, but the look given by Master Hiroto seemed to indicate that the older male was curious on the other man's initial reaction. Still, while the dark-haired martial artist could have his suspicions relating to his old companion, he also recognized that, so long as she wasn't hindering his training, it didn't really matter what the two did. And he knew Makoto well enough to not worry so greatly on that detail.

"Is that so?" The man finally stated, suspicion obvious in the tone of his voice as he eyed the pair; making a short 'hmm' sound before shrugging it off without any further thought while moving onto other matters, "Well we'll talk further about your training later. For now, feel free to pull up a seat. This meal's in celebration of your arrival to your new home. It's not everyday we gain a new member to our unique little family."

Master Hiroto's choice in words caught the younger male a little by surprise. They certainly seemed like a family of sorts; particularly when it came to the twins and her own sensei. And, for having known most of them for a short amount of time, they each seemed rather welcoming of his presence in their own ways. As he moved to take his seat near the center of the table, Logan took a longing look at the food prepared for his arrival. Then, taking a steady glance around at his new sensei and the others in what would be his new home, the newest member of the dojo felt a small, yet genuine smile began to peek out from his lips.

"I'm very honored. Thank you all for your hospitality." He stated while bowing his head slowly, then eventually taking a seat near the center while his master sat at one end of the table.

 

[Silver_Identity]

Walking back to the dining room was rather short though it was clear the older woman, with her abilities, could just jump over the high wall and follow her two pupils back into the dojo. But she felt compelled to at least guide the new pupil of her old friend to the dining room at least. Entering the dining room after opening the door and the air was suddenly filled with smells of good food as it was plain to see; the dining table was rather compact with dishes.

Just as they entered, the voice of Hiroto caused the older female to glance at him, then noticing him carrying the bottles of the alcoholic drinks and he had already started to sample without her so soon. She gave a small pout at her old friend at this though she allowed her fellow martial artist to speak further.

When he complimented the two girl's fast work to find their respective sensei and their guest, the twins flashed a knowing smile at Hiroto and then at Makoto, which their own sensei then returned the smile with her own.

As Hiroto asked Logan about his training, Makoto only feigned a look of innocence as Logan's sensei then give a suspicious glance at them both. Luckily for them both, Hiroto dismissed the subject then and allowed them to sit down at the table to start their meal. While Logan took his seat at the center, Makoto seated herself at the other end of the table while facing Hiroto and her two pupils then sat at the other side of the table, sitting side by side.

"Let us eat!" The twins said in unison and the whole so-called family then started the meal as they ate the good food served on the table, and also enjoying the good sake for the occasion. The gentler twin, Hatsuko tried to act friendly towards Logan as she offered to pick a few food choices from the table to place onto his bowl though she seemed so shy as she did so. Her twin sister was just watching with narrowed eyes and keeping herself silent throughout the time though it was clear to see she was the bigger eater from the two.

As for the female sensei, she went around the table to then seated herself beside Hiroto to then continue enjoying the alcohol for the night along with him. She then did teased her old friend a bit by taking his arm and pressing her bust against the side of his arm though she acted as if not being so aware that doing so would embarrass the poor man.

The dinner was lively with on going conversations, then some small jokes and funny stories told by either Makoto or her pupils which then resulted to either someone's embarrassment followed by exploded laughter. But good times have to end, and then the table was cleared and cleaned up.

When they were heading to their room, Hatsuko then offered to Logan, ".. Uhhh, Logan. Why don't I walk with you back to your room? Since.. you might need more time to fully know your way around here.." A small flush was upon her cheeks as she did so, though she turned around to give a small wave to her. ".. I'll go with Logan first. I'll meet you in our room, okay?"

Aoi returned the small wave, nodding though she gave a small stare at Logan which can mistaken to be a suspicious one but she reluctantly followed what her sister had asked of her and headed to a different direction to their room. Soon her sister was gone, then Hatsuko started walking and allowed Logan to follow beside her as they headed to the stairs and then to his room. Along the way, Hatsuko was awfully silent as she kept her gaze either forward or downwards.

To break the silence, the timid girl then spoke softly, ".. Uhh.. I... hope.. the food was good.. Makoto-sensei asked me.. and my sister to help with the cooking.. We usually cook for.. the meals in the house.." Braving herself to take a glance at him, she then offered a small smile. "It's rare for us to cook so much but.. if you.. prefer to eat something else, just.. tell me and I can do my best to make it for you.. We want you to be comfortable with.. your new home after all."

Soon, she realized they had already reached to the door of his room and then she excused herself to leave to head to her room. Though she stopped herself at mid-track, turning herself around to quickly say, "Do remember, me and Aoi will be taking you around town tomorrow! So.. sleep well!" With that, the young girl turned around and hastened her pace to leave quickly.

As for the female sensei, she remained in the dining room and sipping the warm sake from her cup slowly. Despite taking plenty cups of the alcoholic beverage, she still remain sober though she knew she would be at her limit soon. Looking over to Hiroto as she continued to sit beside him throughout the time, she then gulped the remaining liquid from the cup and released a contented sigh.

"Better stop now, darliinngg.. Before you become too drunk and then you would not be able to wake up early tomorrow." She teased her old friend and snatched the bottle of sake from him, "We have to save the sake for another occasion.. Or when I feel like to drink some. Can't have you drink it all up now, can we?" Picking the remaining and still filled sake bottles, she then started towards leaving the dining room to keep them in the proper storage.

 

[Eazy]

The dinner was indeed enjoyable, allowing Logan a chance at further breaking the ice with the people he would be living under the same roof with for the foreseeable future. Not that there weren't a good number of things which were going to take him a while to truly get used to, but it at least set his mind a little at ease. If anything, he wasn't as afraid of anyone randomly attacking him in the middle of a conversation; at least not until his training was a little further along then his current novice level. And it certainly didn't hurt that the food was indeed delectable. One thing for certain was that it made the young foreigner regret that he didn't try out this type of cooking more frequently back home.

Aside from two master martial artist, Logan was perhaps the most drawn toward Hitsuko at the time. The young man normally didn't seem to notice shyer girls like herself, but there was a certain charm to her fairly timid attempts at being hospitable to her new housemate that he found rather endearing. He gratefully accepted her offer for picking out food for him, and seemed to get along well with the girl in spite of any shyness barriers on her part. Her sister, on the other hand, seemed to keep partly to herself when it came to Logan, and the new pupil did catch the way she was looking at her sister and himself at least once. Strange how two people can be so similar and yet so different.

After the meal and dinner conversation drew to a close, the younger male offered to help in cleaning up, but Hiroto-sensei actually seemed to show a little mercy on his pupil by letting him relax a little more after his earlier run. Besides, he was the guest of honor, so to speak. However, the three pupils eventually parted ways with their respective Master's; knowing that a full day was ahead of them following the rise of the morning sun.

"Hmm? Oh, sure, Hatsuko. I wouldn't mind some further assistance and I certainly couldn't complain about the company." The young man stated with a small smile at the girl; having an idea of where to go, yet not wanting to turn down her kind offer in consideration for her general shyness. Besides, it wasn't often he got escorted by a cute girl such as herself.

One look over at her sister, Aoi, did give the white-haired disciple a less then cheery impression as he noticed the seemingly suspicious look she threw his way after nodding at her twin. What was that about? Logan didn't want to jump toward any unfavorable conclusions, but it did prove rather difficult considering that girls response to his presence around her sister. And to think that was the one Makoto-sensei suggested he would get along best with. Most curious, indeed.

Either way, the novice martial artist followed along with Hatsuko as they made for the stairs and up to his room. Despite her asking to accompany him, the girl did seem rather quite for a while, and appeared reluctant to even look his way. It left the man feeling rather awkward at points, and he was tempted to try forcing conversation a bit, when she seemed to beat him to the punch. She really was rather cute, especially whenever she could manage to look up and meet his eyes while she spoke.

"The food was great. Don't worry, you girls really did a wonder job of making my first day here end on a good note. Especially yourself, Hatsuko." The young man quickly confirmed with a reassuring smile, before reaching a hand around to rub at his lower back while adding in a partially joking manner, "Which I definitely needed after having ran so many laps earlier. And to think I used to believe that running up and down the bleachers in high school was a pain."

Rubbing away at any lingering aches in his lower back muscles, Logan promptly assured her when she mentioned future meals in the dojo, "And I'm pretty flexible about what I eat. So, I don't know, if there's ever anything you or your sister feel I may like, feel free to give it a shot."

As it turned out, Logan himself had grown so caught up in his interactions with Hatsuko that he hadn't noticed they reached his room until she drew their attention to it. He supposed it actually was fairly easy to get lost in this place when you weren't too familiar with your surroundings inside of it. Regardless, the young woman began to part company with him, after both reminding him of their own plans for tomorrow and to wish him a good nights sleep. The latter of which, as she started to leave, he silently admitted may not be easy when settling into a new place.

"I'm looking forward to it. Single guy, walking around with two pretty ladies? Should be fun." He teased a bit as he bid farewell for now to the girl; a cheeky smile on his features while waving at his fellow pupil, "Sleep well, Hatsuko."

The young man watched as she left, until the girl finally vanished into the shadows of the by now darkened dojo. Looking around for his first real going over of the place in a while, he admitted that, while it didn't exactly look creepy at night, it was certainly a great deal different from the type of places he'd normally stay. Shrugging this off, Logan began for his door, before raising an arm and taking a quick whiff at himself before scrunching up his nose. Oh yeah, he'd been working up a sweat, all right. Maybe that was why Aoi kept giving him such strange looks? Not like, but at least then he wouldn't blame her for them.

Sliding open the door for his room, the white-haired young man decided that before hitting the sack, he'd need to pick out some of his sleeping clothes and prepare for a quick late night bath. Logan only hoped that those scenes of martial artists having to get water out of wells for bathing was yet another inaccurate, or at least outdated notion about these types of places.

As all of this was going on, the two highly trained martial artists were finishing up downstairs with the cleanup job. Or rather, Makoto was doing most of the cleaning, as Hiroto tried not to get in the way with his slightly tipsy demeanor. Granted, he was better at handling his liquor then most, but mistakes did happen when one was drunk enough to feel more then a little buzzed. Not that this stopped his old companion from getting in a little teasing as she prepared to put away the bottles brought out by the male. And, of course, he noted with a slight scowl that she just had to use that name when addressing him.

"I'll be fine in the morning. I may get a little carried away at times, but you know I'll always stop before it can hinder my performance the next morning." The other dojo master noted to his long time friend, before giving a short pause and reluctantly tacking on the correction, "Okay, so most of the time I'll wake up fine."

"Oh, and don't worry, you know I always make sure we have plenty of bottles on hand." He admitted with a sly smirk; reflecting on how rarely the dark-haired male would forget to buy new bottles as opposed to any time where he'd forget to pick up other items if they weren't on a list.

Watching as she took the bottles away, Hiroto sat for a while longer, partly trying to make sure he got his bearings, but also considering what to do with his new student. The kid had potential, of this much the older male was certain. Thing is? Compared to a lot of others who trained at and under those who were at his fathers level for most of their lives, Logan was actually a little old for being at such a low level of skill. He supposed it couldn't be helped, of course, but it was a concern of the older man as he contemplated the potential obstacle.

Pushing aside such concerns for now, the dark-haired male figured such thoughts were best left for after they had more time together so he could accurately gauge the other man's abilities. Leaving the table, he walked out into the hallway, just in time for catching Makoto as she finished putting away the bottles from earlier. Seeing her there, the man corrected any slight slouch in his step due to the alcohol, although one could see hints of its effects in his eyes. Hiroto figured that if he made a bad showing of his ability to walk after what he'd drank, that it'd just lead to further teasing on her part. Not to mention another use of her favorite 'pet name' for him.

"Makoto? I'll be heading to my room for now. But thank you for your help in making Logan feel more welcomed here." The man explained, giving the woman a sincere smile for being understanding of the situation, then seemingly remembering something from before as he gave a more cheeky and knowing smile while lightly scolding, "Just try not to always make him feel too welcomed when he's in the middle of a training exercise, okay?"

Maintaining that look for a short while, the fit older man then turned in the direction of his room; the ever subtle wobble in his step every once in a great while as he called out with a minor emphasis on the last two words, "Sleep well, old friend."

There was a slight smirk on his features, of course, as the slightly toasted male knew that she wasn't exactly a fan of being referred to as 'old' if even in a friendly manner. Tit for tat, as it were with the pair of long time companions.

Meanwhile, a short time later saw the newest member of this unique training grounds departing from his quick shower and heading for his room. It wasn't a long one, but did help to soothe any aches in my muscles, especially around the legs, not to mention washing away the perspiration which had built up throughout the long day. Now he walked down the hall and back to his new room; dressed only in an old pair of sweats and with a moist towel draped over his shoulders which he tossed aside upon entering his quarters.

Turning off the lights before moving for his bed, the male pupil then dropped himself back onto the covers, before letting out a relaxed sigh as his eyes gazed up at the ceiling. He reflected a bit on the events of the day, particularly his initial arrival and how the day ended out. With a faint smile, the young man had to admit that being under the same roof as three beautiful women had its perks; particularly considering his earlier encounter with Makoto-sensei. Her earlier offer was tempting, especially now that he was laying there with little else to focus on then the more mature woman's body in that loose fitting outfit of she tended to wear. It left the young man with a lingering need for release which hadn't been taken care of during the past hour or so following their joining the others for dinner.

Letting out a low sigh, the young man gave in on any remnants of willpower he had left before moving both hands to the front of his sweats; feeling at the bulge there which returned following his previous musings on his last encounter with Makoto-sensei. It perhaps wasn't proper for one to view a sensei in such a way, but then she wasn't a normal martial arts master. Heck, she'd probably take this as a compliment of her beauty, as Logan then slipped a hand into the waistband in order to draw out his hardening member. Laying there with the only source of light being the moonlight which shun in from the window, the shirtless male let out a low groan as he gripped at his hardness; slowly gliding the hand up and down along the length of himself while his mind remain filled with images of the alluring female sensei.

 

[Silver_Identity]

The young girl was feeling rather happy as she headed back to the large room she and her sister shared. Happy as in, she actually got along with the new disciple very well and also that he seemed to like her accompany. Hatsuko wasn't too certain but she knew that they would be fast good friends soon enough and the thought made her smile a bit. She had to wonder what her sister thought of Logan though.

Despite they were twins and inseparable, being close as twins would be, there were times when Hatsuko would understand what her sister thought or felt at times, and that would go vice versa as well. As for Aoi, the tougher twin felt a bit concerned especially when she thought Hatsuko was taking a tad too long to just send the new guest to his room. Just as about she stood up from her bed to see whether her sister arrived back, Hatsuko entered into the room.

"You didn't went to bed yet?" Hatsuko asked out of curiosity, wondering why her sibling didn't do so at first or was she waiting for her to return? She pondered about the reason before she asked, "You were waiting for me? You know you don't need to."

".. I don't feel sleepy yet, that's all," Aoi replied curtly and she laid back onto her bed, her eyes looking up at the ceiling just as Hatsuko went to change into her sleeping attire. Aoi then turned a bit, to watch her sister lazily before she asked. ".. Hey, what do you think of Logan?" Her sister asking the question brought a puzzled expression to touch Hatsuko's face as her sister turned to face her. A short and awkward silence occurred between them which made Aoi to arch an eyebrow before Hatsuko snapped out of her small daze to answer.

".. Uhhh.. I think Logan is a very nice person. Just like how he supposed to be since he's.. after all; the son of Shin Kobayashi. Also, Master Hiroto is willing to teach him. That means something, right?" Just as she was replying, she went to her own bed and sat upon the edge. "Why you asked, sister?"

"... I'm just curious, that's all. I think he's alright.. Yeah, he's the son of.. yeah, Kobayashi and the sort, but I don't think he's all that, you know." Aoi replied with a shrug of her shoulders, sounding not so impressed like her sister was. But she had to give credits to Logan though, for she knew that having a chance to be under Master Hiroto's wing was something after all. "But well, I think he's a nice guy too. Who knows."

".. I think you and him will get along well! You should just be.. you know.. nice?" Her more timid sister suggested with a small smile on her face while Aoi stared at her with her own small scowl on her face. She turned around to face her back towards Hatsuko though she did reply.

".. Okay, okay.. I'll try for your sake.. Just go to bed, Hatsuko." At that command, Hatsuko did followed what her sister said and both of them went to sleep after the lights was turned off.

For their older sensei, Makoto was just leaving the storage room to head back to the dining room to check on her old friend though she realized she didn't need to do so when she found him exiting the room to walk down the hallway. Despite him trying to correct his body posture, the mature female artist already was aware of his current state. But she would just let this past, especially when Hiroto thanked her for the earlier effort of preparing the dinner and to make his new student welcomed into the household.

"You know you don't need to thank me. The two girls also helped in the preparation after all, so it wasn't a big deal." Makoto replied to him with a small smile spared on her lips in return. Though this changed to a small smirk of her own when her old companion then noted to her about her more incorrigible side. She replied, ".. I'll try to keep that in mind, you know that."

As Hiroto turned to head to his room, Makoto turned to do the same though she heard him wishing to her and she felt a tinge of annoyance that he had to refer to her as 'old'. Despite she knew her appearance betrayed her real age, she felt she didn't need to be reminded that she can be referred to as 'old'. Ohhh, how she despised that she wasn't as young as she used to be.

Turning around quickly, she called back to him as she felt she needed to at least pay back to him somewhat, "If you ever feel lonely, darling, just call me!" A small smirk touched her own lips before she then left to the direction of her own room.

The mature woman headed up the stairs and passing down the hallway leisurely when a sudden thought occurred to her, especially when she remembered that the futons in some guest rooms would not have very thick covers. She felt compelled to perhaps bring one more sheet of cover for the young lad and she then sighed softly as she went to the direction of Logan's room.

There was also this lingering thought of whether the young man would actually accept her earlier offer and the remembrance of how she teased him before brought a small chuckle from her. He was indeed a cute fellow, she noted to herself while she silently went to the door of his room. Silently she stood outside the sliding door, seeing that the lights were already switched off and at first she thought he had already went to sleep.

Not wanting to be rude and disturb his sleep, she almost turned to walk away until she heard an unmistakable sound through the door. The older woman stopped her movement and blinked her eyes, allowing herself another moment to just listen for a short while. Was that a groan she heard? It sounded as if it was out of pleasure.

Wait, did she just caught him at a time he was trying to relieve himself? She almost chuckled at the thought as she could figure that it must be because of her doings earlier. Poor fellow, she thought to herself, perhaps she should do him that favor after all. The smirk on her lips continued on her lips as she silently opened the sliding door and then closing it without alarming the younger man, then with her expertise, her feet carried her quietly through the room.

Her eyes using the very little light from the moon rays, she could make out a silhouette of Logan and with her agility, she came forward slowly and calmly before her own body was close to his. Even at this closeness, she knew that the younger disciple would had sense another presence by now and so she whispered softly, "You know, you can always come to me when you need a hand when it comes to this kind of situation.."

She watched as the young man would normally react by sitting up quickly and being alarmed, and she moved quickly to wrap her arms around him to calm him down and allowing her busty chest to press against his back as she did so. ".. I apologize if I scared you.. I didn't want to make you feel embarrassed if I just barge in.. But then again, I guess you would feel like so already. But no worries, I'm very flattered really."

To assure him, her right hand slid down from his chest, along his toned stomach until her fingers made contact with his hardened shaft and she chuckled softly, allowing Logan to feel her warm breath against the side of his neck. ".. So poor thing.. I'm sorry, I made you all worked up, haven't I?" She teased him as she then wrapped her fingers around his girth, and she then started stroking his length with her hand and thus allowing herself to feel the true length of his shaft.

"Mhmm, it seems I did catch a big one.." The older female chuckled once again and she left a small kiss upon the side of his neck as she continued to glide her smooth hand up and down along his manhood. Feeling the tool within her hand jerking and throbbing, she then halted her movement while pulling her body back and knowing the younger man would be utterly dissapointed, she snickered, "Felt my hand would not do.. Let me just paint more images in your head as I'm sure you would like to know how my skills are when it comes to pleasuring in bed."

Just as she said so, her body then moved in the darkness and the next moment, Logan could feel a pair of lips leaving a small kiss onto the thick bulbous head of his hardened member before those same lips started to take more of his shaft into her mouth. Using one hand to hold her hair back as she did so, the other hand busied itself to stroke the rest of his shaft before sliding down to pay attention to his scrotum as she begun to suck firmly onto his manhood.

Pulling her head back to pause for a moment, she then teased, ".. This would be more to your approval?"

 

[Eazy]

Like any other typical young men with understandable desires, his self-exploration started out steady enough; grasping at the length of himself and gliding his hand along it in a comfortable motion. His erection hadn't reached full mass when he started, but Logan could feel it growing harder within his gripping hand with every firm pull along the sensitive organ. His head remained flat upon the bed, eyes seemingly gazing at the ceiling, yet showing little sign of focus as images of the female sensei continued playing out in his mind. She was indeed something else. Perhaps even more attractive then any of the older women which starred in his past adolescent fantasies growing up.

The first inklings of pleasure began building up, causing Logan to let out a low sigh as his hand quickened its pace, tightening as he started feeling an inner tension growing with every passing moment. It wasn't along before the length of him was rigid, feeling the pulse against his palm as the young martial artist's heart rate quicken with the mounting sensations building within his loins. Soon enough, his hand was moving in a near blurring motion, trying to push himself ever closer to that sought after climax. His teeth started to grit a bit, partially stifling a groan on his part. It felt so close, yet so far removed from reaching his goal. In time, he could already feel the first drops of precum beginning to form upon the thick head and start to coat his index finger and palm from his hand adjusting its movements to further stimulating the tip.

So caught up in this was the young disciple, that it wasn't until mere seconds before Makoto made her presence known that he realized there was another within his room; the now familiar voice causing Logan to stop in the middle of his actions and bolt into a sitting position, "Sensei?! When did....shit!"

Soon as he sat up, both of his hands went to attempt at covering up his erection; seemingly not thinking to try pulling his pants up as his mind raced on finding a way of explaining this to his female sensei. Before Logan knew it, however, the skilled martial artist had moved in and out of his line of sight as she swiftly positioned herself behind the newest member of the Kobayashi Dojo. The feel of her clothed breasts pressing into his bare back did a lot for stealing away anything he might have said. As such, the young male was left with little other option then to hear her attempts at assuaging his concerns of causing offense; aided in such by the feel of her wandering hands over the man's bare, muscular chest.

"I...I usually do have better control over my urges then this. Usually." The newest pupil tried to defend his actions, and it wasn't a complete lie, although like any young man he did his own share of 'exploration' during lengthy periods where there wasn't a partner.

Despite any attempt at saving face, as her hands inched their way lower, the young man in Makoto's grasp did let his own hands fall away so she could gain complete access to his throbbing organ. After the feel of her warmth upon his back as her breath danced along his flesh, it was little wonder that Logan's already erect cock jerked slightly when the older woman took it into her soft hands. That was one of the first things he noticed, surprisingly enough. How soft her hands felt despite being such a skilled and long trained master at using weapons. Of course,, it seemed she was talented in a few ways, as she took him into her grasp and started to stimulate the flesh with every stroking motion.

Logan couldn't help but let out a slight smile as she complimented him on his size while stroking him off. While he wasn't one to brag, it did fill him with a sense of pride in hearing this from a mature woman whom, one could assume, had her share of intimate experiences over the years. Just as he was starting to really get into it, however, Makoto-sensei suddenly released her grip and slipped away of the young man. Despite her words immediately preceding this, Logan did let out a slight whine at the unexpected halt in action; particularly when it briefly dawned on him that she may have greater designs on simply teasing the athletic male.

Fortunately for Logan, this wouldn't look to be the case. At first, the young man only caught glimpses of the skilled martial artist as she seemingly melded into the shadows, until she willingly gave away her location as he felt her moving between his already parted legs. It was then that the silver-haired male realized what she intended to do, as she began following through on her earlier words by giving the tip of his throbbing member a welcoming kiss. The brief contact on the sensitive head caused him to shudder; his hips jerking forward slightly, as if not wanting her to pull those lips away. Such an action wasn't needed, of course, as Makoto-sensei then parted her lips and took the length of his cock into her moist, warm mouth.

"Oh my...mmm yes...." The young man let out, his eyes moving from staring at the mostly shadowed image of the mature woman as he let his head roll back for a moment; both hands firmly planted onto the sheets of his bed while his fingers started gripping at the soft material.

How long had it been since he'd known a woman's touch in such a way? Far as Logan was concerned, it been far too long, and when combined with his previous stimulation, it was a wonder that he showed enough control to refrain from cumming too early in the female sensei's mouth. The young man's breathing grew labored, his muscular chest rising and falling with every breath taken as Makoto suckled upon the sensitive shaft. When her hand moved to play with his scrotum, it drew out a sudden gasp, causing him to jerk forward slightly and push more of himself past those soft, welcoming lips.

When she started to pull away again, his first impulse was to try and push her back down, although Logan refrained from doing so due to a combination of fear she may kick his half-naked ass and a general respect for his partner. Instead, he simply sat there for the moment, his slicked cock feeling the occasional breeze from outside brush upon its moist flesh as it stood proudly while she spoke. The younger martial artist nodded in response the woman's question all too eagerly as he answered, "God, yes, Makoto-sensei. That's...that's so much...better then any hand I've ever felt. Or any mouth, for that matter."

The silver-haired male gave a faint smile at this, his eyes slightly hooded as he gazed toward the largely shadowed figure. Part of him wanted to say more to compliment her on living up to those 'skills' she mentioned, but figured it may run the risk of causing offense. Instead, he reached out a hand, running his fingers through the hair which he noticed she was holding back, and tried to assist in this was he practically begged, "Please, sensei? Don't stop what you were doing."

It was obvious that she had little intention of stopping, of course, and it wasn't long before the foreigner's cock was sliding between her lips once more as she also continued working her talented fingers along his scrotum. The muscles around his abdominal area tightening under as he took in a deep breath; letting out a low groan as he felt her tongue beginning to roll around and tease at the sensitive tip of his length. She was soon treated for her attention with a few fresh drops of precum which began seeping out of the slit, lightly coating the woman's tongue with every sweeping motion it made across the head. His fingers tightened their grip at her hair, almost anchoring himself to her head rather then trying to push down or trying to control the pace. After all, one shouldn't tamper with perfection.

His features contorted slightly as the waves of pleasure began building, mounting, pushing him toward greater heights then the young man had experienced with any partner beforehand, "I never imagined it could feel this good. I've never...been with anyone this...skilled."

His words came out in a low, nearly growled voice as he fought for control of himself. Part of him very much wanted to just grip at her head and begin moving his hips in order to thrust himself into her moist mouth. At the same time, Makoto-sensei had shown a fantastic technique at pleasuring a man; one which was making his legs quake as she increased the suction around the thick shaft. Despite this, his body reacted instinctively to the stimulation as Logan's hips began moving ever so slightly on their own. Slowly, they would push forward, deeper into her mouth, before pulling back a bit as she continued working over every inch of him that she could. As he let out a deep groan, it was clear now that it was only a matter of time before Logan would either cum in her mouth or paint her face with his very essence.

 

[Silver_Identity]

At his response to her teasing question, her lips curled up and her trademark of a smirk formed on her lips as her eyes watched the shadowed figure in front of her. He seemed so eager to continue the pleasurable experience and she concluded by the choices of words he used, she could see the handsome fellow in front of her didn't really had any very experienced woman when it came to the pleasurable skills. Fortunately for her, the woman servicing him now had her share of bedly encounters with many men though she had to say. What a shame, especially when she already knew this young man was a good-looking one and also with a big tool that he had.

The older female had to wonder whether the females in his home country was rather too picky or something. But the thought slipped away soon enough when she felt his hand reaching to her hair and assisting her to hold her hair up from her face, thus allowing her to use both hands to stimulate his length when she felt like so. A small chuckle escaped from her and she almost cooed the words out, "Don't worry, I do not intend to stop.. It was my fault after all, for making you feel uncomfortable.. I should do what I can to undo that mistake.." After her answer, her moist lips brushed against the tip of his shaft before the female sensei then took his hard manhood into her mouth again, her cheeks suctioned firmly around his girth as she did so.

Her hand busied itself as she continued to toy and caress his scrotum and giving gentle squeezes, heightening the pleasure while she bobbed her head up and down along his thick member with her tongue rolling upon the underneath side. Then to her delight, she was rewarded with drops of his precum leaking from the slit upon the mushroom-shaped head and she lapped the leaked precum off when her tongue passed the tip along the way.

The movement of her head increased in tempo and she started to take his length more into her mouth until the tip of his hardened shaft pierced into the wet caverns of her throat. The sensation of the tip reaching to the back of her throat didn't phased her as she continued to deepthroat his shaft, taking more and more until her lips were wrapped around the base of his erect member. Holding still for a short moment, she then pulled her lips back until the very tip before repeating the action of taking his whole manhood into her mouth and throat.

Being a widely experienced female, she knew how to take it up a notch as she then used the muscles of her throat to squeeze the thick head within her throat, before pulling back and then letting the length slipping in once again. As her partner begin to move his hips against her lips, she just allowed to do so though making certain he didn't move too roughly or too fast with her hand placed onto his lower abs and carressing slowly, her other hand busied itself with his heavy scrotum.

Hearing his deep groan, she already knew it was an indication he was close to ejaculating his semen out and then she decided to perhaps give the new student something more than just oral pleasure. Knowing he was always looking at her impressive chest, perhaps he would enjoy it very much if she used them for pleasurable purposes.

Teasingly, she removed her lips from his throbbing manhood and knew he would be highly disappointed especially when he was so near to his breaking point. The sound of cloth rustling in the darkness would indicate Makoto untying the obi belt from her yukata before the feeling of soft yet warm skin enveloped around his manhood. ".. You were always staring down at my breasts ever since we first met.. So I thought this would please you more.." As she said that, she pressed her breasts together with her two hands holding each of her breast, and then wrapping her lips around the exposed tip of his shaft, sucking firmly. Sliding her breasts along his manhood in a slow pace while keeping her breasts pressed together tightly with his erection between them, she knew he would explode any time soon.

Just as she thought, the thick length between her breasts then started to throb and jerked heavily before his semen was then ejaculated into her mouth. Despite she was ready for this, she wasn't so prepared that the first load would be so heavy. Some of his semen managed to leak from the sides of her lips but she managed to get herself together to drink down the rest of his semen. The older female just continued to suck firmly, allowing him to ride the climax out until the last drops of his essence rolled out from his length and that was when she then pulled her lips and body away to take a deep breath.

"... That was something.. Knew younger men would usually offer more, but you did seem like you were saving a lot," she commented before she moved her body, crawling a bit so that her body was over his and she then presses her naked chest against his as she laid upon him. "... I have to say, now I am deciding whether we should continue further, but then it's getting rather late and I'm sure you must be tired from the workout earlier and also you just only arrived to our home today.."

The young foreigner could feel her breath was very near, with her lips almost so close to his own. She chuckled, "Perhaps we should save this for another time, unless you could not wait and prefer to let us continue? Risk would be you would be so exhausted tomorrow.. So, what do you say, young man?"

 

[Eazy]

As the movement of her head increased, so did the onslaught of pleasure as the young male started to grit his teeth in a failed attempt at stifling a moan. She truly was too good at this, and it was a small miracle, as she worked her head along the length of his cock, that he hadn't erupted into her mouth sooner. Logan watched her with hooded eyes, the hand on the bed starting to grip harder at the sheets, balling up the material, squeezing it as the pressure built up further. And just when it seemed like she couldn't improve upon perfection, the young martial artist began to feel her throat muscles squeeze and contract around the head whenever she took him in deeply.

"Oh my...God!" He suddenly groaned out, his features contorted in pleasure as his whole body started to jerk in response; so very close to achieving that orgasm as further drops of precum began being milked out the tip and into her devilish mouth.

If it wasn't for the hand in her hair which inadvertently pulled her further into his lap as he slipped back, the young man may have ended up plopping flat onto his back. Even the simple act of sitting up was proving difficult for him, but the pupil managed, and had loosened his grip on her head again upon regaining a semblance of composure. A composure that was barely held as his breathing continued to be labored while enjoying the duel efforts of her mouth around his cock and her hand expertly stimulating the scrotum. It wasn't going to take long, the silver-haired youth realized before, to his deep regret, she suddenly removed her lips from his hardness.

"Sensei? Wait, I thought...." He started to complain, his voice both showing signs of panic and peaked excitement as the cool night air once more caressed the moistened flesh of his throbbing organ.

His unfinished question was given a hint of an answer, as the sound of clothing rustling in the darkness could be heard over his own heavy breathing. Still, the young man was left confused and apprehensive, until feeling the warmth of her full breasts beginning to engulf themselves around his saliva slicked manhood. The sensation drew out a short gasp, along with resolving his concerns by the time the female martial arts master had started to explain. Letting out a low groan as she tightened the hold on his cock, her lips returning to the sensitive tip for further teasing, Logan quickly found himself needing both hands for leverage on the bed.

That extra assistance was proven necessary, as the last ounce of resistance within him soon began to give way; not even having the willpower to say anything of warning to his sensei upon feeling his limit broken. Instead, his entire body seemed to grow stiff, muscles tightening, nostrils flaring, before clenching his teeth and letting out a strained groan as his one of the biggest orgasms of his young life began to wreck his body. Logan's hips were already shifting slightly to match the motion of her cleavage whenever Makoto-sensei would descend; but now they were thrusting up in a rather violent, forceful way as the pupil erupted into the mouth of the female sensei.

The thick, warm substance of his essence spilled out in thick bursts, quickly filling the mature woman's mouth as his cock continued to saw itself back and forth within her ample cleavage. His hips were lifting off the bed by now, fucking her breasts, thrusting the thick head of his cock further into her mouth as she milked every last drop of his semen. Torrents of it spilled out, not having had a chance to relieve himself for days, and now seemingly making up for it. The fact Makoto-sensei knew how to push a man's buttons certainly helped as well, and even as he began to come down from that blissful peak, his hips would continue to move of their own volition as numerous blissful grunts and moaning sounds escaped his lips.

His eyes had since stopped focusing on any one thing, simply staring off into space until his orgasm subsided, only for his arms to finally give out and cause him to lay flat on his back with a light 'thump' noise on the mattress. The young man's chest rose and fell, laboring for those gasps of air. She certainly was a master of many things, he had to silently admit with a slight smirk to over the thought as she finished with him.

The mention of him having saved a lot caused Logan to let out a quick chuckle, followed by a heavy sigh as he explained between deep intakes of air, "I...I guess it...it'd been a while since I've, well, you know. Between preparing for the trip and the...the actual trip itself."

The sudden shift of weight upon the corner of the bed immediately caught his attention. Even without the brief glimpses of Makoto that were allowed by what light shun in from the outside, Logan could figure out what was happening as he felt that shifting weight move over him. It was a rather welcomed surprise when he was greeted with the warm feel of a woman's body pressing down onto him; particularly the feel of her full breasts resting against his muscular chest.

He could feel his heart pounding against his chest. Feel his already softening cock brushing across her thigh. Feel the warmth of her around his body as he almost hesitantly reached up to run both hands along her sides in an affectionate manner. He could also feel her warm breath, so tantalizingly close to his lips, to where he'd need only lift his head up only a bit in order to taste of himself on her mouth. She made her proposal, laying out the pros and cons of it, and afterward letting it be decided by the new pupil on just what they would do. Although her body pressing into his own wasn't exactly allowing for a completely unbiased view on the options.

"I....am so tempted right now. You really have no idea how tantalizing the idea of going a full round or two with you is, sensei." The younger male admitted with a short laugh, before pausing a moment to consider the woman's confidence before amending as a knowing smirk spread across the corner of his lips, "Actually, I guess you do."

So very tempting. But she also had a good point. And while he may or may not come to regret it later, the young male came to a decision, which he shared with a notable hint of reluctance in the tone of his voice, "But you're probably right. It would be difficult to begin my first full day of training with little rest. So I guess I'll try showing a little control and self discipline by asking for a raincheck on anything further?"

And that was that, as they say. Still, as his hands continued to occasionally rub along her side, feeling the woman's surprisingly soft skin under his rough fingers, it did occur to Logan that he didn't want to come across as a greedy lover. As such, he began moving one hand a little lower, reaching to cup at her firm ass as the other glided upward. Letting the other hand brush across and caress the side of her breast, the pupil gazed up at the female sensei while offering, "Are you sure you don't need me to do anything for you, though? Seems a little unfair to let you go without returning the favor a bit?"

 

[Silver_Identity]

The matured woman just lazily laid upon his own body; the warmth of her body permeated onto his own flesh as she waited silently; saved for their own breathings. She knew she would completely understand if the young pupil would not want to risk getting himself too tired for the next day, but she had a small inkling of hope that he would just push that concern aside and let them continued onto their heated session.

But as expected and knowing he was still thinking with the upper head at least, the young student had to decide to let them both continue this another time. Makoto chuckled a bit and lifted a hand to play the tip of her index finger across his cheek, feeling his skin and brushing her finger down until she felt like was his lips, "Master Hiroto did chose a responsible student. I'm glad." She complimented him with some slight admiration and she brushed her finger across his lips.

"And then I should be responsible too, and at least be a second role model, and leave you be now to rest.." The female sensei continued speaking, despite she was thinking to just perhaps lay a bit longer upon him; especially when his hands were being rather affectionate with her own body; stroking and caressing gently.

Just as she was enjoying the little attention, a small gasp managed to escape from her as he grabbed her firm and round bottom and a small chuckle followed by from her lips. She found him rather adorable that he seemed he didn't want to give a bad impression to her, though she did answer, "Yes, I'm certain.. But thank you for being so sweet though. It's nice to know you would like to repay the deed.. Perhaps you can do so when we have the chance to complete this session.. I actually would prefer you repaying me when we can.. you know.. Have this big tool of yours inside of me.."

Her hand slid down along his stomach until her hand reached his groin, and her fingers brushed against his softening manhood before twirling her index finger around the tip of his shaft to truly indicate on what she really meant. She had to admit though; she wouldn't really mind and would go all through with him as she knew she was slightly aroused herself but she controlled her sexual arousal well enough.

Leaning her head down, she knew her lips was just direct above from his and she was right on target; especially when her lips met contact with his in a small kiss. She kissed his lips softly, but then she parted her lips and letting her moist tongue to exit out and piercing into his mouth to meet with his tongue. Her wet appendage entwined with his slowly, letting her tongue explore the within of his mouth in a deep kiss before she pulled her lips away from his quite abruptly.

"Just a small souvenir and a reminder of our raincheck." The older woman chuckled once more as she slid her body slowly away from his to get up in a standing position. Then another sound of the clothes rusting within the darkness as she dressed herself up properly once again.

"Goodnight, young fellow. I'll be making breakfast tomorrow so I expect you to be up early." A hint of a smirk was upon her face and soon, just as quietly as she entered into his room, the women exited from his room though this time the sliding door opening letting in a small ray of light but was a small and short moment before the sliding door was closed.

Taking a slow deep breath, she then chuckled a bit before leaving the room to head to her own room. She had to admit; she was beginning to like the idea of another man staying with them.

The whole night was then peaceful without any disturbance, allowing the residents of the dojo to slumber well. Only the next morning, just as the sun was already rising from the horizon, the female sensei was already up and was in the kitchen to start preparing breakfast for them all. She knew her old friend would be awake usually by this time, and so she had warm tea prepared first hand on the table for him. Before long, the food was all prepared and thus allowing the scent of the delicious food to spread throughout the dojo.

The twins were already woken up by then, and had went to the kitchen to assist their sensei with the preparation of the breakfast. By then, the whole family were sitting together at the table to eat together.

 

[Eazy]

The young man awaited patiently for the female martial artist's response, even if the occasional wandering of his hands may lead one to believe otherwise. A part of him was indeed excited at the idea of further exploring the mature woman's body. Okay, a big part of him was excited about further exploring the mature woman's body. Still, Logan was understanding and respectful of the situation, and although her initial decline of his offer for assistance left the young man with a notable expression of disappointment, he seemed fine with it as his head slowly nodded in agreement with the woman's wishes. Bit of a shame, though, as he mused to himself with a slight smirk touching upon his features. He'd certainly stayed up later for far worse reasons in the past.

She then had to go and remind the young pupil (as if he'd forget so soon) of exactly how skilled she was at pushing the right buttons in a man. The feel of those fingers teasing their way down his body sent tiny jolts of pleasurable excitement into very body, with the sensation only growing stronger as she worked her way between his legs. She allowed one of those fingers to twirl itself around the extremely sensitive head of semi-erect cock, with the unexpected sensation this brought causing him to let a gasped moan. Proving the opportunist, Makoto-sensei then leaned in and took this chance for her tongue to pierce its way into his still parted lips; allowing Logan a chance to taste himself on her moist appendage as it worked its way inside of his mouth.

The silver-haired student started to suckle on the woman's tongue as they embraced, savoring the moment before she suddenly pulled away. Logan was left with a rather dumbfounded expression on his face. It look particularly silly when one took into account how he hadn't bothered to close his mouth for a few moments. But as she started climbing off of the bed, her soft, alluring voice reminding of a promise for a later encounter, the young man felt a wide smile spread across his features.

"I'm going to hold you to your word on that one, Makoto-sensei." He warned with a smirk lingering on his features, even as the young man started to follow her lead by at least pulling his pants up and over his semi-erect cock.

Covering up as the woman finished dressing and made her way for the doorway, Logan's eyes followed the sounds of her footsteps through the darkness, with the woman's parting words causing him to give a nod in response, "Understood and consider it done, ma'am. I'm sure I'll be getting plenty of rest now."

The teasing intention of his words were rather evident with the tone he used, as those lips remained curled into a faint smile while she quickly departed; the sliver of light allowing the worn out male a chance at a final view of the lady of the house. The young martial arts student let out a long sigh, letting his head fall back onto the mattress after shifting himself so that his entire body was able to lay splayed out upon the bed. Part of him hadn't fully believed what just happened, but the afterglow, along with the lingering smile told another story. And it was like this, laying over the covers of his bed with his eyes gazing out into the darkness of his room, that Logan would spend his first night of sleep in his new home.

The next day came rather uneventful, with Logan waking to his first morning in a new place, which left him a little disorientated for a few seconds before the events of yesterday flashed through the young man's mind. In particular was the memory of his late night visit with Makoto-sensei, along with his promise, which caused the new student to ignore his want for going back to sleep and pull himself to his feet. It was only then, that this very fit young specimen began to feel the ache in his muscles, especially around his legs, from the exercise Master Hiroto had instructed him on doing.

The pain caused Logan to grimace in response, even as he tried ignoring it in order to get ready for breakfast. It got easier as he went about washing up and changing, yet made the effort of doing so considerably more cumbersome then it needed to be. By the time the newest resident of the dojo managed to get downstairs to join the others for breakfast, however, a lot of the aches and pains had dulled enough where he could at least appear to move without discomfort. At least to the eyes of most people, anyway.

A few basic early morning greetings and pleasantries were exchanged, before the five of them took their places at the table. Logan tried not to act any different when it came to Makoto, but one could almost tell, by the way he occasionally stole glances at her, that there'd been a slight change at least on his part since they parted company following dinner. Hiroto noticed it, and while the older male didn't feel it necessary to say anything at the time, he did give his longtime friend and companion a somewhat suspicious look. Well, whatever happened, his pupil had made it for breakfast without any sign of fatigue, and that was all which mattered for the male sensei.

"So how was your first night in your new home, Logan? I hope you managed to sleep comfortably?" The older male asked with genuine interest, but perhaps also showing a hint of suspicion in the way he spoke and looked across at his new pupil while helping himself to a bit of a the food served out for them.

"Oh, uh, it was fine, Master Hiroto. A little hard at first, but I managed to get in a restful nights sleep." Came the somewhat awkward response by the young male, whom tried not to get too distracted by the accidental double entendre he'd made before pressing on in the conversation,"Although I have to admit that it was harder for me to get up this morning after those laps you had me running. Are those going to be a regular thing?"

"No, no. Don't worry, you won't have to go through that every evening." The other male assured his new pupil, before adding with the slightest hint of a smirk touching the corner of his lips, "On the other hand, some of the other things we'll have you doing are going to be a lot more taxing on your body. At least until you start getting used to it."

Logan was in the middle of chewing on a mouthful of egg, when he paused to look at his Master following this, before swallowing it down hard and admitting, "I was kind of afraid you'd say something like that."

Letting out an amused 'hmph' noise at this reaction, the older martial artist waved it off while advising, "It's best to not worry about that for now. Just eat, then we'll get in some training before noon arrives. Also, I understand the girls are going to show you around town today, too? So I won't do anything that'll keep you from enjoying the sights and getting familiar with your new surroundings."

The younger male seemed to feel considerably relaxed at this, until Hiroto-sensei quickly added, "No, I'll wait until you get back before getting to the really strenuous stuff."

This time, Logan almost choked briefly on the portions he was swallowing; causing the young man to pound on his chest for a moment before asking in a somewhat accusing tone, "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

In response, that faint smile from earlier had grown into a fairly visible one, while Hiroto admitted with a rather clear note of amusement within his voice, "Maybe a little."

 

[Silver_Identity]

Seeing the new pupil arriving to the dining area, the gentler of the female twins gave a gentle wave of greetings while adding a soft smile on her face before exchanging her own morning wishes. As for her sister though, she just have a simple glance at Logan before giving a short nod towards him. Perhaps it would be a while before the tougher sister would warm up to him.

As for their sensei, she was just placing the food onto the table though when she noticed the young man entering into the area, she only gave a small smirk towards his direction before taking her own place to sit across Hiroto at the dining table. How could she forget about what happened last night though? She had to even admit the experience the night before was interesting. But of course they have to be quiet about it or both of them might face the wrath of her old companion.

Not that she was afraid but she did understand the great importance of training this new student and she would be disgracing herself if she allowed his training to be interrupted because of her. Though when her sharp eyes caught the young fellow stealing glances at her direction, she felt a bit flattered to see his slight change of behavior from yesterday's event.

She didn't allowed herself to return any glances and only remained concentrated on eating her meal when Hiroto turned to stare at her for a moment. Fortunately for her, he pulled his attention away to focus on his own student and begun conversing with her. When he begun to ask his young student about his sleep for the night before, she refrained herself from chuckling as she knew that her fellow sensei asked because of his suspicion. How predictable he could be.

Letting herself be silent and allowing them to continue conversing, she listened to how Logan answered his question and a small smirk was upon her lips at his answer. As they continued speaking, she have to say Hiroto was enjoying to tease his new student especially when he mentioned about tiring exercises. Poor fellow, but then again, she was almost just as hard on her two students.

As for her twin students, they gave a sympathetic glance towards Logan as if they understood what he would go through very soon. They were used to the harsh training now, but before when they were first taught by Makoto, they remembered the experience to be rather tough. But training like so had paid off well enough and they both clearly understood why their sensei had to be so firm with them.

"Darling, you shouldn't be so mean to your student.. I'm afraid he would then start to fear you soon.. Scaring him so early in the morning too." She purposely say her favourite nickname for him, just to tease him as if to repay back for his young student. Turning her head to look at Logan, she chuckled, "But before I could let you off with my two girls, I have to keep my promise and show you around in the dojo."

Knowing her old friend would be suspicious once again, she then added as her head turned to face Hiroto, "I think a woman like myself would be a better tour guide, don't you think? Don't get jealous now." She chuckled and playfully brushed the tip of her index finger across the side of his neck, knowing he would feel the tingle from her doing so.

"Hatsuko. Aoi. Would you two please do the dishes for me when you are done? And Logan." She directed her attention to him, and her lips curled to form a small knowing smirk on her face before she continued, "I hope you would not mind if I show you around the dojo? And then after that, you may leave with my twins to see around the town."

The two young girls nodded their heads at their sensei's request, and looked seemingly excited at the prospect of bringing their new fellow pupil around the town; mainly Hatsuko. Aoi, on the other hand, was looking forward more to get out of the dojo for a while at least.

When they were done with their meal, the twins followed their sensei's request as Makoto then gestured with her hand for Logan to follow her lead. Glancing towards Hiroto, she smirked once again, "I'll be stealing your student for just a bit. He's in good hands." After she spoke those words, she then started walking towards a direction so she could start giving the waited tour to the young pupil.

As they walked further and further away from the dining area and deeper into the dojo with the older woman leading them around, she begun to show Logan the important areas of the dojo which she knew that he would be visiting very often when the time comes. Like the large training room which the dojo have, which Makoto mentioned that she and Hiroto give lessons to other students who pay for their teaching services. When she was done with ground floor after showing him each rooms on that floor itself, she brought him up the stairs and continued the tour at the upper floor.

As they walked, the mature woman made conversation when she felt that they were a far distance away from the other residents, "It seemed you couldn't get the memories of the previous night's event away from your head. I noticed you glancing at me often, and I'm sure your sensei was suspicious too." Chuckling a bit, she turned to glance at the younger man, "I can't blame you though. Last night was quite enjoyable. But I hope you slept very well after that."

 

[Eazy]

The dark haired man ended up cringing a bit as the female sensei referred to him with that name that always got a sought after rise out of him, yet listened calmly as she lightly scolded the male for his own teasing of their newest arrival to the dojo. Her comments actually drew out a slight smile on the man's features, as the martial arts Master exchanged glances between both the woman in question and his new student while he finished chewing on the portion of food in his mouth before offering up a quick response.

"Makoto? Old friend?" He started, with a knowing pause after the usage of 'old' in referring to her, before offering a halfhearted rebuttal to the concerns she'd voiced of his behavior around Logan, "A little fear isn't always such a bad thing. Provided it's tapered with mutual respect between master and pupil, of course."

Returning his attention to his plate of food, the mature male started to pick out another piece to eat while adding with a faint smirk, "Besides. It's fun to watch people squirm a little."

As she brought up the promise of taking Logan for a tour around the dojo, both Hiroto and Logan seemed to quickly perk up with interest, albeit for their own respective reasons. It was something that Hiroto noticed, and which caused Logan's eyes to widen a bit before promptly returning to eating his meal with renewed fervor in an attempt at downplaying his reaction. Aside from martial arts training, the older man thought to himself in slight amusement, that his new pupil really needed to learn the ways of subtlety.

His old companion and colleague, on the other hand, was prompt in attempting to assuage any concerns the older male may have had at the moment. She was treated to a rather stern glare for her efforts, which only showed signs of wavering as the woman brushed a finger across the side of his neck. She always did know just what to do in order to tempt even the most prudish of males. Not that Hiroto was a prude, but he certainly was the stricter of the pair. Not that this was saying much, though.

When the suggestion was brought up a second, more direct time, Logan finally spoke up amongst the two martial artists as he agreed, "That sounds fine by me, Makoto-sensei. Provided you have no objections, Master?"

Hiroto was about to lift a piece of egg to his lips for a bite when the man paused in order to consider this; looking over both his longtime companion and the son of his deceased sensei before letting out a sigh giving a light shrug, "Well I was hoping to get in a little exercise before you left for your tour around the city, but I suppose that can wait until the three of you get back. It is important for you to better learn the basic layout of this place, after all."

The young man gave his sensei a "Thank you" and lowered his head slightly in respect, but noticed that much of Hiroto's attention was soon drawn toward Makoto before returning to his meal. For some reason, it both amused and bemused Logan to watch these two together, as he glanced at the twins and in a somewhat tongue-in-cheek manner asked within a low whisper, "Are they always like this?"

Regardless, the rest of the meal went off rather smoothly, with Aoi and Hatsuko following their sensei's earlier request in dealing with the dishes. As he watched them go, the young man mused on how it would be interesting to spend the afternoon with the pair. Of those living here, they were the ones Logan had been given the fewest chances of getting to know thus far. Particularly in Aoi's case, although it seemed aspects of him perhaps rubbed her the wrong way, for whatever reason.

In either case, Logan picked up on the female sensei's gesture for him to follow, which the young man did after excusing himself to his Master. Hiroto, meanwhile, was peering over a cup of tea as he watched that smirk spread across Makoto's features as she assured him of their newest member of the 'family' being in good hands. The teasing implication after his earlier behavior wasn't completely lost on the more mature male.

"Yes, I'm sure." He stated while giving her a suspicious stare as she retrieved his pupil. The older male then watched the two as they left, before adding in a hushed tone which Logan didn't catch, yet Makoto may have been able to pick up, "Just remember we're running a dojo here. I'd like him to have enough energy later get in a workout which works muscles above the beltline."

After they left, Hiroto took another sip of his tea before speaking to himself in a lowered, hushed tone, "You don't see me doing anything with your students." Following this, however, his eyebrow did perk up a bit as he briefly considered the possibilities, "Although...." He started to say while rubbing at his chin for a moment, only to quickly shake his head and quickly dismiss the notion, "Nah. Dealing with one troublesome woman is frustrating enough without adding twins into the mix."

As the somewhat grumpy martial artist finished enjoying the remainder of his drink, Makoto lived up to her earlier promise of showing their newest 'roomie' around the dojo grounds. The place was indeed rather large, with its interior layout designed in such a way that one could likely get lost if they didn't have a clue of which corners lead in what direction. Eventually, their tour would lead the pair upstairs to the second floor. At this point, Logan had somewhat put the exchanges with Hiroto behind him, yet they remained a nagging occurrence in the back of his mind. The female sensei seemed to figure this, as she soon returned to the subject of what happened during morning breakfast.

Feeling rather embarrassed about it, both at the time and in hindsight, Logan let out a nervous laugh and rubbed at the side of his neck a bit as he apologized, "Yeah, sorry about that. Guess I could have been a bit more inconspicuous about it, huh? But it really was an incredible experience, sensei."

On the subject of how he'd slept last night, the young man promptly gave a nod of his head while ensuring her, "Oh, yeah, I slept like a log. A very relaxed log which probably nodded off with a smile carved onto its features."

Following that last bit, there was a sly smirk which spread across the young man's features, as he imagined how contented he may have appeared following his late night visit from the mature yet very sexy woman. Hints of that expression remained for a while, but there soon seemed to be something else on the foreign male's mind as he considered what happened earlier at the table. Master Hiroto seemed to genuinely like him, so that wasn't a real concern until something came along to make him question otherwise. On the other hand, he was a bit perplexed about whatever relationship his new Master seemed to have with the female sensei showing him around the dojo.

Well, no harm in asking (unless one received a karate chop to the neck, in this case), the silver haired male figured as he gazed at the woman and, with a touch of hesitation on his part, began to inquire, "Makoto-sensei? I hope you don't mind my asking, but what's the deal with you and Hiroto? You don't seem like you're an actual couple. At the same time, you two trade barbs and tease one another like you're more then simple friends or comrades."

There was a short pause following this, until Logan again spoke up while waving a hand in a somewhat apologetic fashion as he quickly added, "You don't have to go into any great detail or even answer if you feel it's none of my business or anything. It's just, you know, something I've noticed."

 

[Silver_Identity]

At his response and the sly smirk on his face, the older woman chuckled a bit out of mirth as she was flattered the young man seem very satisfied after their little session last night. Well, she knew of how skillful she really could be when it came to pleasuring the opposite gender; even her old companion could not argue with her upon that fact. She replied to his apology, "It's alright, young man. But even your sensei understood we both are adults and he do know that I would not allow for your training to be disturbed. I would not like to interrupt a student's progress in his training."

After she spoke, she was then guiding their new housemate to the other rooms located on the second floor of the dojo. It was only then that the new student asked about the odd relationship she had with Hiroto and she turned around to him with slightly raised eyebrows. Of course he would be curious and there was definitely no harm in him inquiring about the two masters. Even her two students were perplexed with their odd behavior with one another.

There was a moment of silence between them as the more matured female tried to think of a suitable answer to his question, before listening to him further and she gently shook her head to show that she wasn't offended or anything. "It's fine really. Since you would be living with us for a long while, it's good to ask some questions so we all could get to know each other better," she responded with the same smirk on her face as she then took a few steps closer to Logan.

She then added when she was a mere close distance away from the younger pupil, "I do hope this would not spark any jealousy.. But to answer your question, let us just say.. We are not an item, definitely. I do not think Hiroto-sensei would like to settle down with a woman like me. And as for myself, I intend to be a free woman for a while longer. But we do know each other for a long time; when we both were just students to our own each master." Her body moved a bit closer to his, until she was practically standing right in front of him, a knowing smile upon her face.

"So to conclude.. I guess you could say, we are closer than friends but not as lovers? Maybe.. the suitable word would be, more of like a family?" A light shrug from her shoulders and then another chuckle released from her before she lifted a slender hand, she brushed her hand across his cheek in a teasing manner.

"But anyways.. I do wonder whether you are looking forward to completing that unfinished session of ours.. When the right time comes, would expect you to repay me for the service last night." She could not resist to give him a small teasing, just to see how he would react but she was aware she still have to completely show the way around this dojo to the young man.

"But for now, I still have my duty to complete.. And also, your sensei would then be suspicious with us both again.. We wouldn't want that. Now, come. I have to show you this whole floor and then we both would be done. And then I can let you off with Aoi and Hatsuko to see the town." Taking a few steps back and gesturing with her hand as an indication to follow her lead, Makoto then continued with the tour and explaining what each room was.

As for Hiroto who was still enjoying his drink in the dining room, he would not be so lonely after a short while for soon Makoto's twin students returned to the dining room after cleaning up all the dishes in the kitchen. They did went to their own room to take a brief change of clothes to more suitable outing wardrobes; though it was apparent them both having their own different styles such as Hatsuko wearing a more feminine look and Aoi taking a rough and tomboyish one.

Seeing Hiroto-sensei in the dining room, they both then sat at the table as they know they have to wait for their sensei to return with Logan. Taking this small opportunity as they were alone with the male sensei, both twins exchanged glances with each other before them both look at Hiroto. "Hiroto-sensei, is it alright if we ask some questions?" They both asked simultaneously and them three being alone together without Makoto-sensei around, Hiroto could figure they would be trying to do 'match-maker' once again.

Only when he allowed permission though, Hatsuko then begin to speak, "You do know Makoto-sensei is seeing this other man, right? Are you not bothered by that?" A touch of concern was within her voice and a look of disappointment was upon their faces.

"Are you not jealous or maybe worried Makoto-sensei would be taken away from you? We both do understand about our sensei's... care-free attitude but you have to admit too.. Makoto-sensei has her own charms." Aoi then added to her sister's comment, the look changed to a more determined expression and soon her sister took follow. It was persistent of them; they fully know that well despite the two older adults always mentioned that them being a couple would be impossible. But to them both, they could not accept that.

"You should do something! We both support you and Makoto-sensei!" They both exclaimed and they hit their own hands upon the dining table to emphasize on their words. Though their determination dwindled rather quickly; especially when the sliding door opened to reveal the older woman standing behind it, accompanied with the young man. "Makoto-sensei!"

".... Support Hiroto-sensei and what again, my two students?" Despite she was all calm and looked all oblivious, the two younger females knew better. "I apologize if my two girls bothered you, Hiroto.. If they did, they would be punished fairly." Makoto spoke with a smile upon her face, which made the twins looked rather nervous.

"So why don't you both not bother Hiroto-sensei anymore and please show Logan around the town, would you?" At her request, the twins were already standing up and quickly excused themselves out of the dining room, and ushering Logan to follow them to the entrance of the dojo. "... Those two girls.."

 

[Eazy]

The pupil looked notably apprehensive about what her response might be, but had meant what he said to the female sensei on respecting her wishes if she simply didn't wish to discuss her relationship with Hiroto. After all, while obviously curious, Logan fully acknowledged that whatever they may or may not have going between them wasn't any of his business. And lord knows he didn't wish to come across as someone who became clingy just because a woman knew how to rock his world with some talented usage of her lips, tongue and a couple of other body parts.

Fortunately, she seemed understanding of his curiosity, and soon went about calmly explaining the unique relationship between the two martial artists to the newest member of the household/dojo. Logan listened carefully, even if his eyes did at times divert their attention to the alluring curves of Makoto's body as she closed the gap between them; her hand eventually reaching up to brush itself across his cheek in a teasing manner. It was enough to draw out a light shiver from the younger male, yet Logan showed some impressive concentration in not having missed a word of what was said about his new Master and her old companion.

"I think I'm starting to understand what you mean, Makoto-sensei." The young man eventually responded after taking a few moments to consider her words. The culture and nature of the world around him was certainly a change from what he'd experienced back home, and it may take a while for the foreign pupil to fully appreciate things like the relationship between his and the twins respective sensei's, but what he'd seen thus far had left him genuinely interested in learning more. Thanks in no small part to the mature woman standing right before him.

Shaking his head lightly, Logan quickly added in response of her earlier concern, "And don't worry about any jealousy on my part. At worst? I may feel a little jealous of whomever you do settle down with one day, and not just because you can make a guys toes curl with one flick of your tongue." A faint smirk touched upon his lips at that, before shrugging slightly and finishing, "But that's neither here nor there, as the old phrase goes."

That faint smirk, however, soon blossomed into a nearly full blown grin as she remarked on them possibly finishing up the encounter from last night when given the chance, "I'm looking forward to it, Makoto-sensei. I only hope I can give you at least half of the pleasure you gave me last night."

The young man then gave a simple nod at the suggestion of finishing up for now before Logan was scheduled to meet up with the twins for their tour of the city. Fun aside, this was looking to be a rather active day, so it was best to get what needed to be done out of the way instead of getting sidetracked with other 'distractions', as they were. With this, Logan followed along, with his attention admittedly shifting between admiring the mature woman's sultry curves and paying the proper attention to his surroundings.

Meanwhile, the older man whose relationship with Makoto they were discussing had remained in the dining room. His drink was largely finished, save for maybe one final drink which he'd been gazing down at while lost in thought. It was largely related to his commitment in training his old sensei's only son, but portions of his concentrations also faltered into dwelling on the earlier breakfast interactions. So lost in thought was the older male, that Hiroto almost hadn't noticed the twins until they started to address the male sensei.

Raising his head in order to glance over at the pair of sisters, the man let out a faint sigh before nodding his head slowly, "I get the feeling I may regret it, but what's on your mind, girls?"

Hatsuko's hypothetical question had caught Hiroto a little by surprise, yet the more experienced martial artist maintained a calm exterior; not even letting his eyes show any noticeable signs of faltering. The male sensei simply sat there calmly at the time, his dark eyes following from one girl to another as they spoke, before focusing on them both as they spoke in unison. The smacking of their hands on the table caused him to flinch, just slightly, while maintaining a calm approach about the girls determination. They meant well, he always knew it.

Still, while the girls had indeed brought this subject of the two becoming an actual couple in the past, the mature male couldn't help but look over the girls and wonder if there wasn't an extra incentive (at least to a point) in trying to nudge him into helping their sensei to 'settle down' in her ways. It was enough to bring a half smile to the corner of his lips, before bringing the cup up to his lips for that final sip. Finishing the last of his drink, the older male was about to tell them what he'd said in the past whenever this subject came up. On how they were both happy enough with how things were (or so he believed), and hadn't any need for possibly stirring up unnecessary problems by making their relationship any more complicated.

That's what he was about to reiterate to them, but just as he was about to speak, the dark haired man's trained ears picked up the sound of footsteps approaching. Makoto was indeed trained at stepping lightly, but Logan wasn't. Just another thing they'd have to work on later, he surmised, as the door slid opened and the earlier departed pair had rejoined the trio in the dining room.

At the female martial artist's apology, Hiroto was quick to wave it off with his free hand; even if the nervous look of the twins whenever their sensei mentioned punishment was often strangely endearing, "It's nothing to worry about, Makoto. The girls and I were just having a friendly conversation about the days activities."

It was a fib, and he knew his old companion would see through it, but it was a way of suggesting she not worry about it without drawing further attention on the conversation in front of Logan. Understandably enough, the younger male hadn't completely caught onto what was going on, but watched the pair with a raised eyebrow as they briefly discussed the twins. And as soon as the older pair dismissed the girls in question, both Aoi and Hatsuki rushed over and led the rather confused pupil out of the room; allowing him barely enough time to leave a quick 'see you both later' to the two masters before following the sisters.

Once they were gone, Makoto voiced her apparent displeasure over the girls actions, to which Hiroto gave a brief chuckle while shaking his head, "Don't worry about it. They don't mean any harm. It's actually pretty sweet of them, if incredibly persistent to the point of bordering on annoyance."

Glancing into his by now long since empty cup, the head of the dojo let out a sigh before sitting up and going to wash his cup; seemingly also wanting a moment to himself as he excused himself from Makoto's company.

Meanwhile, whether it meant going straight out of the dojo and training grounds, or making any side trips within the courtyard before heading into the city, Logan continued following after the two sisters as they led the way. Glancing over his shoulder at the direction they came from, he almost reluctantly asked, "Sooo what exactly was all of that about?" Glancing back and forth at the both of them, the young man reached a hand up to rub at the side of his neck as he suggested, "Or do I not want to know?"

 

[Silver_Identity]

Leading their new member to the exit of the dojo, the twins were definitely rushing just as they only thought of fleeing from their teacher. They knew that it would be a very unpleasant sight if their sensei were to be angry with them and especially when she mentioned about punishment furthermore. Only when the young man begun to speak, questioning about what happened earlier; the twins relaxed after they stepped out of the dojo grounds and turned to look at him.

".. It was nothing... Nothing really.." Hatsuko answered to him first; the more humbler twin was glancing away as if to avert her eyes from his and trying to brush the topic aside. As for her sister, she only gave a a short answer following from her sister's answer.

"We were just playing matchmaker. But that failed. That's not important." Aoi waved her hand, as if to wave that topic aside, "We both have to be your tour guide in this town. Let us get started." At her words, Hatsuko nodded her head and smiled towards Logan before she stepped forward and standing beside Logan.

"So.. just follow us." The twins beckoned him though it was apparent that for the more tomboyish sister, she didn't really gave a smile unlike her sister. Seems that perhaps that her warming up to their new member would take a while. As for Hatsuko, she walked beside Logan and begun guiding him with her twin sister following just behind them.

They have to go by walking throughout the town, but then again, the town wasn't that huge and therefore the community residing within the town were closer to each other. As the twins walked down with Logan following them, they were greeted by some townspeople passing by and they returned the greeting with their own. Of course they would introduce Logan to some of them, then having a small chat with them before moving on to their next stop. It was clear that the people there were very friendly, especially with how the townsfolk exchanged morning greetings with each other as they went to their daily tasks.

The twins brought Logan almost every part of the town, only emphasizing on the names of some places as they had mentioned that from now forward, they would be going to the mentioned places rather often. As they ventured more around the town, Hatsuko was trying to keep a small chat going on with Logan as to keep him entertained, and also to get to know him more. Aoi, on the other hand, would just only answer towards her sister more when Hatsuko inquire to her, and perhaps exchange some words to their new housemate but nothing more than that.

In truth, Aoi was more of looking forward to bump into her circle of friends and perhaps excuse herself to hang out with them instead. Of course this was simply boring her to death, but seems that her sister was rather enjoying herself to chat with Logan and bringing him around the town. Shy as Hatsuko was, once she get to know a person better and feel comfortable around a certain person, her true sweet personality would show which her sibling knew rather well.

While Hatsuko was busying herself conversing with the new member of the dojo, Aoi just looked around at scenery until her trained senses picked out that perhaps someone was watching them. Unfortunately, her senses weren't sharp as their sensei's just yet as she couldn't pinpoint the location of the supposed stalker.

After the twins left with their new arrival to leave the dojo and to give the young man the needed tour of the town, the female martial artist was certainly looked displeased with her two pupil's behavior towards her old companion just moments ago. Of course there were the few times where the two students tried to convince her to settle down as she was already at the supposed age. Yes, she knew; she wasn't getting any younger but she couldn't really see herself all tied down by marriage or even raising a family of her own.

Turning her head as soon as her old friend started to excuse himself from her company to do the small task of washing the cup, she quickly stopped him as she took the empty cup from his hand and offered a soft smile before going to the kitchen by herself. Somehow she knew Hiroto would want some time alone for now, and for herself, she was actually welcoming the moment where she could be alone by herself even for a short while Hiroto remained in the dining room.

Especially when she was thinking back about those memories where the twins chatted with her about the idea of settling down, with none other than her old companion. Really, were they even compatible? She had to admit that they both acted somewhat differently than friends would usually do; even their new member of the household mentioned about that.

Her train of thoughts was then interrupted when a loud ring of a mobile phone pierced through the silence of the room. Breathing out a soft sigh and drying her hands with a dry towel nearby, she delved her hand into the long sleeve of her yukata to withdraw a small sized mobile phone and she glanced at the number blinking upon the screen. Blinking her eyes once, she then took the call.

"Hello, this is Makoto Oita speaking." She spoke through the receiver while placing the phone to her right ear. Hearing the voice from the phone, her usual smirk touched her lips.

".. Ohh, hello Mr. Fei Zhong.. Why are you contacting me around this time? Shouldn't you be at work?" As she continued to speak, the tone of her voice changed from formal greeting to a more flirtatious undertone as she talked through the phone. Suggesting from the tone she used, it was apparent she was conversing with the supposed man that the twins had mentioned about.

It wouldn't become a surprise to any of her students and even to Hiroto really. Makoto was rather known for being such a flirt; going from one man to another and never settling with any of them. Even for her two students though, they had to wonder as their sensei had been going out with this particular man for a duration longer than her previous ones. But then again, Makoto had kept quiet about her 'relationships' pretty well, as she had stated a few times before that after all, it would be intruding into her personal life.

Their conversation was rather short, with some giggling from Makoto but then the call soon ended and the female sensei placed the mobile phone back into its proper place within her sleeve. It seemed her so-called date would be wanting to take her out for a small dinner perhaps during the next weekend. That would be nice, she thought.

She had to admit, from all her previous dates, this certain adult had managed to keep her interest for a long while and to her and a few others, that would be considered impressive feat. After cleaning the cup, the mature female stepped back into the dining room where she presume Hiroto would still be and she then started to excuse herself as she walked towards the sliding door to exit out of the dining room.

 

[Eazy]

His eyes followed from one twin to the other as the young man awaited any response they may have to his question. It really was striking how similar they looked to each other. As expected of twins, obviously, but they were the first he'd really shared any prolong interaction with up until now. The biggest giveaway on which was which had to do with their demeanor, with Hatsuko being humbler, more timid of the pair, in contrast of the way Aoi often carried herself; at least in their respective dealings with him, anyway.

The male pupil couldn't keep from letting a faint smile spread across his features as Hatsuko attempted to answer him. While a lot more timid when compared to Makoto and even her own sister, that same shyness about her was rather endearing in its own way. Before he could dwell on this for long, however, Aoi cut in with an abrupt, yet more final say on the matter before changing the subject. Glancing at them both, Logan let out a short sigh before shrugging his shoulders in response. He supposed if this apparent game of 'matchmaker' involved him in any way or was important enough then he'd find out about it sooner or later.

As Hatsuko stepped forward to stand beside him, the young man gave a small smile as they spoke in unison; directing his response at both, even if Aoi didn't seem to share the exact same enthusiasm as her twin sister, "Who am I to hold up two lovely tour guides? Lead the way, ladies."

With that, Logan walked alongside Hatsuko, with Aoi following the pair while just a step or two behind them. This fact wasn't lost on the young man, and it worried him somewhat on what Aoi might think of him to keep at a slight emotional distance compared to her sister, but he tried not to dwell on it as they left the training grounds and made their way into town.

The actual tour itself went along rather swimmingly, with the girls helping the young visitor to this foreign land in better gaining his bearings to the place he'd be calling home for the foreseeable future. Logan's Japanese still needed a little brushing up due to not using it as regularly in the past, but a few of the people in town knew a little English of their own, and any possible miscommunication could always be cleared up by one or both of the twins. Well, more likely Hatsuko, since Aoi made it rather evident after a while that, while not openly rude about it, she wasn't quite as enthused as her sibling about continuing to spend the evening as tour guides for their fellow pupil.

After a while, Hatsuko had seemed to begin coming out of her shell around him, which made further conversing during the little tour a lot less awkward for the pair. It was in the middle of a conversation in which the pair compared a local ramen shop with the type found back in the States that Logan noticed seemed particularly distracted by something while standing at a distance from them. At the time, the white haired male assumed it was simply a result of her further disinterest in spending time around him, and returned his attention to her sister as they finished the casual conversation piece.

"Hey, Hatsuko?" He quickly chimed in during the next lull in conversation, giving the girl a small, yet warm smile as he began to thank her for the hospitality offered since his arrival yesterday, "I just wanted to say thanks for taking me out on the town like this. It's made for a nice distraction from worrying about what'll come of my training with Hiroto-sensei. Plus it's good to know where to go for if I ever wanted to sneak out for a late night snack."

His smile grew a little wider, with a short chuckle escaping from the young man's lips as he raised a hand and began rubbing a bit at the back of his neck. This was nice. They didn't have the sexual undertones (and often times overtones) of his interactions with Makoto-sensei, but it wasn't exactly missed, despite a typical male libido musing on the cuteness of both girls. Hatsuko was easy enough to talk with once she started opening up a little, and if there was any complaint or concern, it involved her sister more than anything else. It was this thought which caused Logan's expression to sober up a bit, as he gave a brief glance in Aoi's direction.

"Can I ask you something?" He started with a hint of reluctance in his voice, than waiting for confirmation before continuing, "Have...Have I done anything that might have offended Aoi?"

The young man glanced at the other twin once more to make sure she hadn't walked back to them yet, before returning his gaze to the more friendly sister as he elaborated, "I mean, I know we've only known each other for a little less then two days now, but she doesn't seem very fond of being around me. Heck, I don't know if she may have gone along with showing me around town if it weren't for you."

The newest member of the dojo gave a light shrug after a few seconds, hints of concern remaining within his demeanor even as he admitted, "I don't know. Maybe I'm just worrying too much?"

Meanwhile, while seemingly unable to pinpoint the location of their supposed stalker, Aoi's training hadn't led the young martial artist astray. Around a distant corner, largely obscured by the various figures of other wandering town folk, there was a lone person whom had begun watching the trio for several minutes now. He'd known the girls, at least in passing, through a past acquaintanceship involving their respective sensei's and the head of the Kobayashi Dojo.

Despite this, if one were to follow his cold, steely eyes, they would notice that this shadowed figure's full attention had instead focused on the lone male in the small group. The mystery person remained inactive for now, yet his body grew tensed, seemingly repressing an urge to act out in response of Logan's very presence for an unknown reason. For now, however, this person would simply watch.

*****​

Following breakfast and the departure of their respective students, Hiroto had found himself back in the dining area where the mature male sat in silence while reading through the daily paper. Even so, part of his attention seemed to dwell on what the twins had started earlier, with the only thing that truly broke his concentration being the loud sound of a mobile phone. The male sense could tell by the location of the ringing that it was Makoto's, so he was prepared to resume reading, when the man's sharp hearing picked up a familiar name being spoken by his longtime companion.

The dark-haired male didn't wish to listen in on her private conversation, so he attempted to refocus his senses on reading the paper and listening to the occasional sound of bird chirping from outside. Not that any eavesdropping on his part was necessary, as both of the twins and himself were becoming steadily aware of her continued 'relationship' with this particular person. It wasn't hard to figure out what would come of the chat, and a short while later the head of the dojo was greeted by the sight of his fellow instructor walking into the dining area and excusing herself before heading towards the sliding door which led out of it.

"Makoto?" The man suddenly spoke up before she reached the door, without really knowing what he wanted to say, yet feeling the need to call out to her before she left his sight.

In spit of this, however, Hiroto was at an apparent loss for words as the mature woman understandably stopped in response of his calling her name. Why did he speak up? Perhaps what the girls said to him earlier had gotten to the older male? As he sat there in silence for a moment, the dark-haired male gazed at his longtime companion, looking very much like there was something he wanted to say, but instead shaking his head after a long pause of nothing.

"Never mind. It wasn't anything important. Sorry to bother you." He apologized in a somewhat somber voice, before trying to go back to his newspaper and allow Makoto to continue on her way out of the room.

 

[Silver_Identity]

Hatsuko's attention was fully directed onto Logan and she didn't realized how engrossed she was into the conversation. When he said her name, she blinked her eyes once then twice especially as she listened to the next sentence he had spoken. He sounded so sincere and grateful despite this was just a simple task for her and her sister to do. And it was compulsory so that the new pupil would at least get to know the town they live in.

And yet, she did not understand why she felt heat rushing to her cheeks and suddenly, she felt awfully shy as Hatsuko then glanced down at the ground. She managed to reply though in a soft voice, "You're.. welcome. But this task is requested by Makoto-sensei.. We have to let you see the town since you'll.. be staying here for a long while.."

Only when he asked his question, her eyes widened a bit and she nodded her head to him, allowing him to speak further. At his question, her eyes widened more as she then took a short glance towards her younger twin. "Ohhh.. No, no. You definitely did not. It's.. just how my sister is. You.. see, she takes some time to get to know new people and she would distance herself like so." She released a small chuckle which drew her sister's attention for a moment.

"She was like so when we first met with Makoto-sensei.. I grew instantly close to her but my sister took a while to finally get closer to our sensei.. I guess this is just her way of protecting herself? But I'm.. certain she will warm up to you soon.." She continued and she gave an assuring smile towards Logan, before she was slowly distracted by her sibling as Aoi walked a bit closer behind her.

A small whisper was given to Hatsuko's ear when Aoi leaned closer to her, and whatever was exchanged, Hatsuko seemed a bit alarmed as she looked at her sister for a moment. "... But it's odd that I couldn't detect him.." Hatsuko spoke softly towards her sister and Aoi waved her hand to hush her down, she took a quick glance around their surrounding before tilting her head, gesturing towards Logan. Her older twin quickly understood and Aoi allowed for her sister to step closer to him, just an earshot from him.

She whispered, "Aoi detected that there is someone watching us now.. She assumed that this fellow had been following us this whole time.. But we both can't really pin-point his location.." Despite this would be alarming for other girls, Hatsuko and Aoi weren't like any of them.

"Let us go to a more secluded place.. That way, we can see this stalker face-to-face.." Aoi suggested quietly to both her sister and Logan and they had to change their plans, heading to a different route. As they walked further down this route, the folks people seemed to lessen and lessen until there were no more passing by them. Knowing the person would follow them to this far, both sisters were highly alarmed during the whole duration.

Suddenly, both girls reacted with Hatsuko moving to stand in front of Logan and she withdrew small yet sharp daggers from within her sleeves, holding each daggers between her fingers swiftly. As for Aoi, she withdrew her own weapons the same fashion as Hatsuko did but she did throw a dagger at one specific direction; they both so certain the stalker was located there.

"Come out and show yourself! Face us like a man!"

***​

Before she could reach to the door, her name was called out and she stopped at her tracks to turn around and glance at her fellow martial artist. Raising an eyebrow, she stared at him during the whole duration of awkward silence and she tilted her head slightly as she waited for him to continue. Was he going to say anything to her? She wondered whether it was just him wanting to warn her about her well-known habit and interfering with his student's training.

Her dark brown eyes gazed at his face, expecting for him to start with his old lecture with her despite it would be apparently be wasting his breath. But for some reason that she could not fathom, he looked somewhat contemplated and confused which was a rare expression for her to see on his face. She wasn't too certain how to react though he then spoke again finally, dismissing her to continue with his newspaper.

She then concluded that men were just another complexing creature, really. Makoto responded, "... Well.. If you need anything from me, I'll be in the training room for a bit. But of course, after a quick change in my room. Ohhhh, and darling.." When she mentioned her favourite nickname for him, her smirk returned to her lips, "When your student and my two girls return, try not to be so mean to him during the training. And ohh... Mhm.." She paused for a moment but she felt she should inform him beforehand.

"Next weekend, I would not be able to prepare dinner. But I'm sure Aoi and Hatsuko would do well in the cooking. If you or Logan want anything specific, just tell to the two girls." She did not mention her reason but she didn't need to know all the small details after all. After she told this, she continued her way to the door and left the living room to head her way off.

 

[Eazy]

The young man nodded at her correction, then gave a light shrug as he amended, "True, but it's still appreciated that you two went along with it. I feel a bit more at ease around you then either Hiroto or even Makoto-sensei thus far."

Granted, they likely wouldn't think of denying the request of their sensei, but the effort in giving him a proper tour was appreciated all the same. At least on Hatsuko's behalf, as Aoi had seemed uninterested at points, and Logan could only imagine how awkward this little trip around town would be if it were simply the two of them wandering around. As such, it did come as a small relief when the older twin assuaged his fear of having done anything to offend Aoi since his arrival. He glanced in her direction as she talked of how it takes her sibling a while to get closer with new people.

"Guess I can relate to how she feels. I wasn't too different from that several years ago." The young man admitted as he gazed at the girl, then returning his attention toward Hatsuko and letting out a light sigh as he mused with a half-smile, "My only hope is that she's able to grow comfortable about me being around sooner than later, ya know?"

Their conversation wouldn't last for much longer, however, as the pair were soon joined by the younger twin in question. Logan was understandably curious about what was whispered into Hatsuko's ear, and his curiosity only increased as the girl looked alarmed while her sister gestured for him to step in closer. What they shared had taken the young man by surprise, and it was his street smarts more then martial arts discipline that kept him from making a scene in response.

Regardless, the newest pupil was visibly startled by this revelation, but nonetheless kept a cool head about it as he agreed with their suggestion, "Right. If whoever it is does want to cause trouble, then it's probably better they're dealt with in a less crowded area."

Walking along with the girls as they led the apparent stalker further away from others, Logan felt somewhat frustrated by his lack of ability in picking up that they were being followed. Even now, he was largely going by what Aoi had told her sister, rather then relying on his own admittedly dulled training to sense it for himself. Regardless, the young man trusted the girls, and as the number of passing town folk steadily dwindled down into nothing the further they went, he realized it wouldn't be long before they attempted to confront their follower.

Of course, one thing Logan wasn't expecting was for the girls to quickly draw out daggers which he hadn't even thought they had on themselves. Let alone for one of them, Aoi, to follow up by flinging one of the sharp objects with deadly precision at the mystery person. As he watched the scene with wide eyes and slightly slacked jaw, the white-haired student silently mused on how he really shouldn't be surprised after yesterday's 'greeting' of their own sensei.

Either way, the dagger flew at a nearby alleyway, where it hit the corner before ricocheting itself further into the alley and at the inner wall where their stalker was leaning at the time. One could hear the sound of metal against brick wall during the first portion, but where wasn't any follow up noise. No sound of the dagger falling, hitting anything else, or even a yelp of pain or surprise from its true intended target. The reason for this was promptly answered, however, as a lone figure finally stepped out from the alleyway; dagger safely snagged between two fingers after having caught the dangerous weapon in the air.

"And here I was wondering when either of you would say something. The dagger was a bit of a surprise, though." The calm voice explained as a young man, seemingly only a year or two removed from Logan's age, removed himself from the shadows while smiling at the trio.

"Hi there, girls. Been a while, hasn't it?" The martial artist known as Ken Shiga stated as he idly toyed with the dagger in his hand, almost as if deciding on what to do with the weapon presented to him.

His attention then shifted toward the third in their party, with the slender male looking over the slightly bulkier one, almost studying the way he stood in preparation under this supposed threat as he correctly deduced. "And you must be Logan. Logan....Kobayashi."

For his part, Logan was visibly confused by a many number of things, not the least of which being how this person he'd never seen before knew his name, "What? Do I know you or something?"

Smiling that sly smile of his as he walked closer, Ken gave a shake of his head as he explained, "No, no. This is the first time we've ever met. First time I've seen you, for that matter. But I'd heard about you coming to Japan and staying at the dojo named after your old man."

He stopped several feet away of the trio, dagger in hand as he seemed to split his current attention between the other male and studying the sharp tip of the weapon, "And when I saw a young foreign male walking around with Makoto's little urchins here...well, it doesn't take a skilled detective to piece those clues together."

Logan didn't know anything about this guy, but already he wasn't liking something about his demeanor as the light-haired male talked in a calm, yet firm voice, "Okay. So you know who I am. Now do you want to explain why the heck you were following the three of us around?"

"Oh, I'm sure the girls here can take a guess at why." The dark-haired male noted while glancing at Aoi and Hatsuko respectively, before redirecting his attention at Logan as he explained, "Let's just say our fathers have some long standing history, and I was curious about getting a closer look at the son of my old man's greatest rival."

While vague, Logan seemed to roughly comprehend what this person was going on about, as Ken looked him over with a hint of amusement in his features as he cockily admitted, "Can't say I'm impressed. You weren't even able to tell you were being followed. And I'd even left a few wide openings for you to sense me, too."

The lighter haired pupil felt a stirring of aggression, as the fingers on his right hand curled into a fist while staring rather intensely at the other man. Of course, he wasn't about to throw the first punch on this guy, especially while the girls were around and could be pulled into any fight (albeit they were perhaps better prepared for one then himself). Still, this guy had managed to push his button, and Ken knew this as he shifted his focus to the twins.

"Hatsuko? Aoi? Aren't you going to introduce us?" The young man inquired with mock politeness, his fingers continuing to idly play with the tip of the dagger held in his hand.