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Characters: [Bad username or site: blindingrevenge title= @ livejournal.com] & [Bad username or site: lavenderglasses title= @ livejournal.com]
Location: the park/training area
Rating: PG probably just for Sasuke's mouth :/
Time: August 17, morning
Description: Sasuke's finally come around to the idea of a Meister, and figures he ought to try it out, since the rules here dictate it must be so. And he's not keen on being weak.



Sasuke wasn't sure exactly how long he'd been in this Nevada. One week? Two? Something like that. He'd have kept better track of the time if everything hadn't been so overwhelming. All the days ended up bleeding together, whether for lack of sleep or for the chaos that was happening not just inside his head, but around him. It was only last night he'd felt some kind of minor reprieve in the place of having just some tea. And a decent pot of it, too. Not the crap he was sure they sold at that Deathbucks place.

Either way, it had been enough to soothe his mind to the point he could get his bearings on the situation. This place was nothing like what he was used to. His Weapon was the last thing he'd expected it to be, and while it was pretty much shit, there wasn't anything to be done about it. Training on his own, while it would keep up his previous training in taijutsu, wasn't going to do anything for what they had to presumably do to win this war. There were powerful people here, more than Sasuke had expected, and just the thought that at the moment he was one of the weakest ones felt like poison in his belly.

It was why he was up early this morning in the training ground. The classes were held every morning, but he'd distanced himself away from the others to center himself. His eyes were half lidded, breathing low as his body worked through various fighting stances in slow motion. He might have lost all of his other techniques, but he wasn't about to let his body go to waste. Each movement was almost agonizingly languid, but the concentration used was just as clear as his impeccable balance.

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'Knew how to fight' was a bit of an overstatement, but still, it was better than nothing.

Sara nodded, grabbing his glasses and hooking them onto his shirt before carefully standing, somewhat disoriented by the odd way of seeing. "What do you want me to do?" he asked as he steadied himself. There was something different about this sort of vision, beyond just not controlling it himself, but it wasn't something he could name exactly.

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"Move," He said, impatience increasing with his eagerness. "You can throw a punch, can't you?" His tone took on a bit of a cocky teasing quality, almost mocking the man. As composed as Sara was, Sasuke expected that a touch to his pride might at least get him to move his ass.

Though he, too, was having a little difficulty just with the newness of how to see. It was as though everything around him was too clear, almost like when he'd first activated the Sharingan, but not quite identical. With practice, he assumed it would get easier. Though if Sara really didn't know how to fight, he would either have to find someone new, or teach him not to be so damn weak.

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"Well enough," was Sara's brief answer. His form was likely atrocious and he felt silly doing so, but he went ahead and swung a fist at the air in front of him. It felt even more awkward to do with nothing to actually hit, but he didn't fancy using a post or anything as a target.

Stranger still was seeing his own arm moving and at the same time seeing where it would finish. The effect was a little dizzying, but he shook his head to steady himself. "Is that how it's supposed to work?"

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Sasuke grinned. Finally, something familiar, though he'd never actually watched his own movements before. It must have been a side effect of using someone else's body- but he would get accustomed to it eventually. That was exactly how he saw when he was fighting anyone else using his Sharingan, and while dizzying at first, it became easy to navigate. Sasuke was personally more jarred by Sara shaking his head.

"Yes," He answered shortly, but he still sounded pleased. "You can predict your opponent's moves this way." Excited as he was to try everything else out- he wanted to know if he could still copy, still see chakra- he wasn't sure how much Sara could do. Not only that, but he was very clumsy compared to Sasuke's own grace while fighting.

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"Interesting," Sara said, smirking at the sound of the voice. It was less obviously irritated with the world, at least. "And useful. Is that it?" The only real problem he was seeing here was that he would still need another weapon -- not a person, exactly, but something sharp at least, as he doubted he could do anything with just his hands, even if he could react before the enemy.

As for his own clumsiness, it should hardly have come as a surprise. Not everyone had spent their lives training to fight. Some people had more pressing concerns than killing others with their bare hands.

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"I doubt it, but you'd need an opponent," He drawled against Sara's ear. In all honesty, Sasuke hadn't expected this guy to be a trained fighter. He didn't have the right eyes for it, and people so conceited and obviously concerned with their appearance- in Sasuke's experience- were more interested in their own looks and what they projected to do anything else. Not to mention this guy's possible rank in his own world. Not that the young Uchiha thought it an excuse- the Hokage had lead them all and been the most powerful in Konoha.

But so far, Sasuke had only found weapons that were trained to fight, and that was useless to him- being a weapon as well.

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"Oh~?" Sara sounded thrilled at the idea. Perhaps he was just letting his imagination get ahead of him, but the thought of something that could only be managed if there were an enemy to try it out on...he had to suppress a shiver of excitement.

Reaching up and fingering the material of the cloth idly, he said, "But then there's nothing else we can do at the moment, hmm?"

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It was the excitement that peaked Sasuke's curiousity. Maybe there was more to this guy than just his long hair and stupid purple glasses. Either way, he could all but feel his reaction, and it all but amplified Sasuke's own pleasure at this development about his abilities. The shiver almost seemed to translate from Sara and ricochet into Sasuke, a tremble chasing from where his fingers touched the fabric down to have the tails of the blindfold twitch against the king's back again.

"What's your ability?" He asked suddenly. Meisters had power to, and though most of them didn't seem too know what it was, it was vague hope that had Sasuke inquiring into it.

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"Ability?" he echoed, frowning, and shook his head. "I don't know yet. None of the people here were very helpful in figuring that out." He said this without much shame, considering that Sasuke had only just figured out his own weapon form. "They only said that a Meister's ability too reflects their abilities back home, but...well, if there were a translation of that I think I might have figure it out by now."

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"Hn," Obviously he was disappointed by this development. It was increasingly aggravating to him how everyone seemed to know so much about weapons, and nearly nothing about meisters. Particularly since meisters were so damn important to getting anything done. "Maybe it's not as obvious," He murmured, thoughtful, more to himself than to Saralegui- and sighed, exasperated, fabric swaying back and forth against his shoulder blades.

"Your form needs work," He added, as though wanting to make sure the guy didn't think he was trying to comfort him or something.

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Sara only made a discontented sound. "You'll have to forgive me for that," he said noncommittally. "I'm new to this."

Again raising a hand, this time to undo the knot holding the blindfold in place, the blond shrugged. "Or would you prefer to show me how to do it properly?"

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The Uchiha didn't think himself much of a teacher, but if he was going to train with this guy, he definitely needed to be at least a little more graceful than he was right now. Otherwise they'd definitely get their asses kicked- and Sasuke wasn't okay with that. He felt more than saw Saralegui reach up to untie the knot, and the material reacted by slipped around his arms again, a snake that always had to have it's body wrapped around something while suspended.

"It wouldn't hurt," He said, though he had a feeling it would be more annoying than watching Naruto back in the day, trying to make a simple clone.

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It wasn't as if Saralegui lacked grace entirely, he just generally used it for other activities. No one could ever say he lacked poise in meetings or on the dance floor.

He paused in his motion as he felt the fabric catch on him, and smirked. "Fine then, if you want to that badly," he said, shaking the cloth off and giving it a soft pat, as if to make up for doing so. "What should I do?"

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Things that Sasuke probably knew little, if anything about. The blindfold slipped partially from his arm as Sara shook him off, the strip of fabric dangling from his wrist. There was no way he'd be able to show the king anything like this, though, and Sasuke closed his eyes, formed the seal again. His transformed body lit up, and a moment later Sasuke was standing barely a breath away from Saralegui, the man's hand on his shoulder, his own gripping the blonde's wrist.

He'd have to work on his position when he changed back, and he made an offhand sound of annoyance before letting the man go and stepping backwards, putting more decent space between them. Sasuke came to rest next to him, and shifted into a fighting stance. "Find your center," He ordered, and brought his own hands up into loose fists, glancing at Sara to be sure he was copying him.

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The king simply grinned at the initial closeness and Sasuke's hasty retreat, arching an eyebrow at the command. It was almost comical to be ordered around by someone half a foot smaller than him, but he dis as he was told, sliding his glasses back on before attempting to copy the other's position.