"Taijutsu of course, if I can pull Gai-sensei away from Lee and Tenten long enough." That would be a bit of a trial, training in secret away from his beloved teammates. But they'd ask questions and inevitably get curious, and Tenten wouldn't take a dismissive answer lying down like Lee might.
"But I do need some defensive Earth jutsu to make up for kaiten. It'll be difficult, crafting another strong defense, but I have a few considerations in mind.."
They were mostly idle ramblings as he set out dishes and utensils, but Hizashi's words made him blink back to attention as he attempted to remember a time he'd done as much. His father's alternate style...? But that's when it hit him. He'd seen those weapons before in his younger years, as Hizashi instructed him in Jyuuken's more advanced forms. He'd thought little of it then, focused only on mastering his style that he didn't so much as wonder why his father wasn't coming at him with Jyuuken. He'd always thought it was just to get him used to the idea that not everyone he faced would fight like them.
"Well, it's still not as much as I'd like to be able to do for you, but if I've aided you at all over the years, I'm relieved."
Sometimes he suspected that his father needed him to act as a sort of anchor, but other times, Hizashi looked as strong and unrelenting as he ever did through his childhood eyes. But the lines in his father's face were growing more prominent with age, and he glimpsed world-weariness in them enough times that he'd already resolved to be a pillar of support wherever he could.
"It'll be some time until then, but I'm interested as well, father." And the table was set, so he moved to help gather the food and set it out as well.
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"But I do need some defensive Earth jutsu to make up for kaiten. It'll be difficult, crafting another strong defense, but I have a few considerations in mind.."
They were mostly idle ramblings as he set out dishes and utensils, but Hizashi's words made him blink back to attention as he attempted to remember a time he'd done as much. His father's alternate style...? But that's when it hit him. He'd seen those weapons before in his younger years, as Hizashi instructed him in Jyuuken's more advanced forms. He'd thought little of it then, focused only on mastering his style that he didn't so much as wonder why his father wasn't coming at him with Jyuuken. He'd always thought it was just to get him used to the idea that not everyone he faced would fight like them.
"Well, it's still not as much as I'd like to be able to do for you, but if I've aided you at all over the years, I'm relieved."
Sometimes he suspected that his father needed him to act as a sort of anchor, but other times, Hizashi looked as strong and unrelenting as he ever did through his childhood eyes. But the lines in his father's face were growing more prominent with age, and he glimpsed world-weariness in them enough times that he'd already resolved to be a pillar of support wherever he could.
"It'll be some time until then, but I'm interested as well, father." And the table was set, so he moved to help gather the food and set it out as well.