Regulated Methods (Christa)

Turning his head slightly to look behind him, he would fully turn around to face Christa as she came walking back into the weight room, his arms casually shoved into his pants pockets. A slight smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, him, a boss? He may be the son of one of the most powerful Yakuza leaders in all of Japan and Okinawa, but he was nowhere near a boss, he was still a student and knew enough to teach Christa some punches and kicks to protect herself.

"... Next I'll be teaching you the roundhouse kick. It's a little bit more trickier to execute than the front kick, so I'll demonstrate it for you."

Turning back around to face the training dummy, once he had gotten in his stance, he then brought his knee up and swung it around in a semi-circular motion, and struck the dummy on the side of its neck with the front of his foot. He then brought his leg down, and turned to Christa.

"... Your turn. Get your balance first, and then try to execute it, alright?"

Before Kazuya could move to help Christa as soon as he saw her lose her balance slightly after prepping her stance and timing first before launching the roundhouse kick proper, she managed to regain it and prevent a tumble to the floor, as a slight smirk could be seen tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"... All it takes is someone willing to take the time and patience to teach the basic kicks and punches. Obviously a qualified and certified sensei is better, but basics are still basics, if you continually practice and train, they'll become second nature to you."

Giving a casual shrug of his shoulders and nod of his head, as Christa took a sip of water, Kazuya would move back in front of the dummy, going into a simple stance. Raising his leg in front of his body, he would keep his leg straight or relatively straight as his leg rose, then brought his leg down swiftly with the heel pointed downward. Striking the dummy on the shoulder, he'd bring his leg down and then turn to face her.

"... That was the Axe Kick, now it's your turn."

Giving Christa a simple nod of his head as she executed the Axe Kick flawlessly and with ease, he was slightly impressed she got it down on her first try, he remembered it took Reira at least eight tries before she managed to execute it perfectly. In fact, Christa seemed to grasp the kicks just as fast, if not faster, than Reira did when he taught her them.

"... Nicely done, the Axe Kick required a bit of flexibility to do, and I'd say you have it. Next is the Hook Kick. This will be the last kick I'll teach you for today. I'll teach you more another day, but I don't want to overload you in your first lesson."

Turning to the dummy, making sure Christa was a good distance away, concentrating, he'd raise his knee up, similar to the roundhouse kick, then extended his foot outward and snapped it around in a dorsal arc, with the heel hitting the dummy on the side of its head. Bringing his leg down, he'd turn to Christa once more.

"... Alright, now it's your turn. You know the drill. Ready? Begin."

For someone that didn't know how to fight, she sure grasped two of the more difficult kicks to learn quickly, not to mention her execution of both were on the level of a trained fighter. No matter, Kazuya wasn't going to worry about it, though he was admittedly, slightly curious. Maybe he'd ask Christa later, but for now, their first lesson was over.

"... Well done. You seemed very comfortable with those two kicks for your first try... That's all for today. Are you doing anything after? I was planning to go out and get something to eat."

While he waited for her answer, he'd head over to the bench to pick up his hoodie and water bottle, and wait for her at the door, before heading out of the weight room and to the entrance of the school.

"... That's fine. I was planning to get take-out, to be perfectly honest. I don't really feel like cooking myself dinner tonight."

Walking side by side with Christa after she caught up to him, with one hand casually shoved in his pocket, he would push open the entrance door to the school with one hand, holding it for Christa until she had walked out, before following after her, letting the door close with a dull thunk behind him. After clearing the Regulators and heading down the sidewalk, towards his favorite Japanese restaurant, he would casually glance over at her, a slightly bemused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Having been in far too many fights to count on both hands, Kazuya's stamina had been pretty high, but the time spent recovering had taken a toll on him, and as a result, his stamina was not as high as it once was, and he had to literally crawl and claw his way back up to the level he once was.

"... You get used to it after a while. But even the best fighters know what and when their limits are, and knowing when to stop, isn't always easy, but sometimes necessary. And no problem, just let me know when you want the next lesson, I suppose you could text me or something."

Reaching the restaurant after a little bit more of walking, he would head inside and walk up to the counter, placing his order in. Taking a seat while waiting for his order, once it was ready, he would take the bag the Styrofoam container of teriyaki chicken and rice, gyoza, and milk bubble tea was placed inside, and heading to the entrance, would wait for Christa, before heading out once she joined him.

"... I don't go for take-out often either, I usually cook my own food a majority of the time. If I didn't, I'd probably starve, since I live by myself."

Taking the paper with Christa's number on it, he'd pull out his own phone and give her his number, giving her a slight smile. He was slightly surprised that he was the first friend she made in the school, he figured she was part of the popular crowd and knew quite a few number of people. After they had gotten their food and left the restaurant, Kazuya would head towards the suburban area, since that's where his house was located.

"... There's nothing wrong with sticking with what you know. Just because you don't really get out often enough, doesn't necessarily mean it's a bad thing. If you know what works, or in your case, tastes good, there's no need to go out of your comfort zone."

Reaching an intersection, this was probably where they'd part ways, since his house was further down the block, to his left, as he'd gesture with his head at it.

"... My house is down this way. I suppose I'll see you tomorrow, unless your house happens to be down this way too."