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Leo: With his father's Katana at hand, Leo entered the training arena with a deadpan expression written on his face. He shielded his eyes as he glanced up at the bright sun despite the cool temperature. He then scanned the arena, looking for a partner to maybe spare or have a conversation with or both.

Cynthia:  She had been inside of the Arena studying others fighting styles typing away notes into her Ipad. Her eyes followed each specific trainers movements inside the Arena. But her back was currently turned to the entrance so she did not notice the new arrival at first intently watching a fighter attacking a mock monster.

Leo: When the campers already training did not pique his interest, he found a dummy to practice on, and slashed at it menacingly. Despite being lightly covered in armor, the dummy was cleanly cut through its torso, and Leo almost smiled a little in satisfaction.

Cynthia:  Shifting her gaze she caught sight of Leo and typed notes into her device quickly as he moved. His movements were menacing but calculated. How odd a fighting style she thought to herself continuing to quickly type her notes.

Leo: After wrecking some more dummies until there was a mess of cotton and broken armor on the ground, Leo started questioning how to summon a monster to fight with.

Cynthia:  After watching Leo for a while she had become slightly disinterested in his fighting tactics against monsters. But when she happened to glance back over she saw him looking at the false monsters and decided to approach him. "Are you in need of assistance getting the mock monsters to appear?" She had been in the arena for some time and knew how to bring them into existence.

Leo: The sound of footsteps in his direction already alerted Leo to the fact someone was coming up from behind him, and he was tempted to draw his katana but he resisted and turned to face them. "In assistance of what?" he quipped, guessing she'd probably repeat her question.

Cynthia:  She looked upon the boy with a soft glare. "I simply offered my assistance no need for the hostile tone sir." She clutched her Ipad close to herself. "Your nasty tone makes it clear you do not need nor deserve my assistance. Good day." She turns on her heel waking away her spine rigid.

Leo:  Leo simply blinked, perplexed. He had in no way been hostile or attempted to be hostile towards the stranger, what was she talking about? "It's not called hostile, it's called being monotone," he countered with the same deadpan expression and lack of emotion in his tone.

Cynthia:  She knew she was simply taking out aggression on an innocent bystander considering she herself could not fight like most of the warriors in the Arena but she turned on her heel and glared forcefully at the infuriating boy. "Well try and be a little less monotone because it makes you sound like an absolute j-" A loud crash from a nearby fighter had shocked her and her eyes became distant before a soft shout of surprise escaped her throat and she collapsed to her knees.

Leo: He didn't necessarily move for her benefit, but he did extend his hand out to help the fallen girl. All the while he swerved his head to the side to observe what had happened. What he could point out seemed to be part of training accident, but now there was a Myrmeke wandering around the arena.

Cynthia:  A single solitary tear rolled down her cheek as flashes of the crash cover her vision. After a few moments her vision returns and she sees the offered hand and stands on her own brushing away the tear. Standing a moments she counts to seven and then looks up again. "W-what were we talking about? A-and where am I for that matter?" She looks around partially confused the episode causing her memory of the last 15 or so minutes to lapse.

Leo: It didn't take rocket science to put two and two together. She must have a mental disorder...  He tried to lighten his tone when he spoke, "Arena. And... nothing, you just kind of insulted me and then walked away."

Cynthia:  "Oh dear my apologies." She holds out her tablet and unlocks it reading her notes carefully trying to get her memory to piece back together. "A-And who are you exactly?" Her memory was slow catching up this time as she had not known the boy prior to their supposed altercation. "I'm so sorry for all the confusion. My PTSD... It makes me forget sometimes when I have an episode."

Leo: He tilted his head with calculating eyes to match. He thought about what to tell this girl before he decided on giving her his middle name. "Kiyoshi." As for her PTSD, Leo thought it was something like that. It made sense as far as he was concerned. "And it's understandable."

Cynthia: ​She looked at him her look of confusion slowly clearing. "Kiyoshi..." she lets the word rest in the air for a moment. "A nice name. I'm Cynthia." She gives a small curtsy. "Thank you for your understanding and once again my apologies for my apparently rude behavior." She looked around herself again and saw the aforementioned Mymeke. "A-Am I seeing things or is that a big ant?"

Leo: He glanced in directing she was staring at. "Oh. Yeah. It is. We should probably go kill that, but it's not too much of my problem."

​Cynthia: ​She looks at Leo incredulously. "Not your problem?" She looks back at the Mymeke and hugs herself tightly. She'd fought monsters sure but she was uncomfortable with the thought of doing it in front of people who had so much more experience than her. "If it gets loose it could spell trouble. W-We should really fight it."

Leo: He shrugged. "True enough, I guess." He unsheathed his katana and glanced at Cynthia. "You distract it, and I will attack it from it's underside. That's the only way to kill it. Oh, by the way. Myrmekes spit acid."

Cynthia: ​"Acid?" She blanches slightly. "A-Alright sounds like a solid plan." She slides her tablet in a small case on her back that rested just above her waist line. Forming her Daggers she enters a battle ready stance. "H-Here goes nothing." She charges low and fast aiming a strike at the Mymeke's furthest leg to the back on the side facing the pair and a continuing strike for the opposite leg as well.

Leo: The Myrmeke screeched and pinched it's mandibles before shooting a spout of acid at Cynthia. Leo immediately summoned water from the lake and reached out to it to create a shield around Cynthia. He then slid under the Myrmeke while it was focused on trying breaking the shield and drove his katana through it's underside, resulting in the Myrmeke let out a terrible wail and lifting it's front four legs.

Cynthia: ​Cynthia takes the opportunity deforming her daggers and forming her Rapier in an instant and driving the weapon into the space between the head and the body piercing deep into the Mymekes neck causing it to burst into a cloud of dirt. Cynthia takes a step back unforming her rapier looking at her shaking hands.

Leo: Leo stands up, sweeping the golden monster dust from his clothes as he strides off towards Cynthia. "Impressive. We could train together, it would benefit both of us."

Cynthia: ​She looks up with wide confused eyes. She blinks slowly. "I-Impressive? Really?" She looks at her hands again stilling the shaking they were still experiencing. "I would like that. You're an excellent warrior and it would be amazing if you took a novice like me on as a training partner."

Leo: There was this bubbling urge to laugh, but he didn't laugh. "You don't appear like a novice to me. Your techniques are amazing, something that's rare in Japan."

Cynthia: ​"Th-thank you Kiyoshi. B-but to be truthful I've only fought a handfull of monsters. That one makes 8." She blushes softly. "And one demigod but she was a young girl and it was more hide and seek than fighting."

Leo: "Well you're talented. And if you really are a novice, I could help train you if you wanted." Throughout this Leo kept the same blank face and monotone voice, but felt happier compared to eariler.

Cynthia: ​She smiles brightly under the praise. "I would really like that Kyoshi!" She realizes how girly she must look and clears her throat softly standing up straight. "It would be an honor to learn from you."

Leo: "I should at least tell you my actual name then," he sighed. He sheated his katana and turned to bow in front of Cynthia, as Japanese customs were still embeded into him. "My name is Shimizu Leo."

​Cynthia: ​She watches the other male bow and takes a moment to take a deep breadth as he looks away from her. She'd been doing her best to remain sturdy but she was still freaking out inside. "Leo... Shimizu..." She took a moment to commit the name to memory. "I know I already told you my first name but..." She curtsies again, "My full name is Cynthia Morgana Valentinia. A pleasure and excellent fortune to meet you sir."

Leo: He straightened his back. "Cynthia..." he murmured. "Pretty."

Cynthia: ​She looked at him a curious look on her face. "Pretty? Never heard anyone call my name pretty before." She smiles at him. "Thank you."

Leo: "Trust me," he shrugged. "You've probably have had your name been complimented before, just don't remember or never cared to pay attention. Cold truth."

Cynthia: ​She nods slowly. "You're probly right." A small frown covers her face. "Sorry I'm so unobservant."

Leo: "Probably more observant than me." He muttered the words to turn his katana into it's pendant form and then stepped closer to Cynthia. "Any injuries? If not I'm heading to the Pavilion to get something to drink. Wanna come?"

Cynthia: ​She reflexively takes a step back and shakes her head. "No injuries that water shield you put up kept it from touching me with that acid." She smiles at his offer nodding. "I could go for something to drink yes."

Leo: He nodded towards the Arena entrance, effectively taking note of Cynthia's movements. She doesn't trust me. "Shall we go?" he asked. "Also, quick note. This training this isn't going to work if you don't trust me Valentina."

Cynthia: ​She hugs herself lightly nodding. "I know... It's just reflex. I spent a good amount of time with some people who left me with a slight distrust of strangers. I don't know how many times I got struck or bit or scratched back then." She shrugs and starts moving towards the Entrance. "Shall we go?"

Leo: "Wow... You repeated me," he snorted, following her. "Yes, we shall go. Wait a go, answer my question with my question. Never met a girl like you." He brushed his bangs back, increasing his walking speed.

Cynthia: ​She looks at him with a glare. "You really are a jackass arent you?" She scoffed and looked away from him. "No wonder you dont have a sparring partner."

Leo: "I don't have one because I didn't ask anyone to be my sparring partner," he sighed. "I've been called 'jackass' several different times, assuming I'm in your position, probably applies. I apologize, I've been more isolated from society then I should've been before coming to Camp."

Cynthia: ​She doesnt return her gaze to him simply walking with her eyes straight ahead. "Well you could definitely learn a thing or three about not being rude to people." Her hands were shaking again. She was not a violent person but she wanted to strike Leo with every fiber of her being and it was taking all her willpower not to.

Leo: "It is never my intention to be rude Cynthia. People just interpret that I'm attempting to be hostile in some way. I blame no one. It's human nature. We're all ready to defend ourselves." He watched her, noticing her shaking. ''How do I find ways to anger people so quickly? ''He thought, referring back to several other sceanarios similar to this one. Gave him a weird sense of deja vu. Like he'd already been here and done this before. "I ask you to stand down. I perfer my face with no red handprints. And no, this is not an invitation for you to take this as rudeness again."

Cynthia: ​She finally looks at him again forcing her arms to stand still despite her desire to punch him. "Your manner of speaking is so plain it comes off as rude and stand offish. I suppose each person has their own mannerisms but yours are... Irritating to people." She continues walking along. She was starting to regret her decision to accompany him to the pavilion for a drink. "I won't say you should change yourself but maybe veil your words a bit better if you dont want everyone in camp wanting to punch you in the face. Thats a lot of fists and I imagine a lot of them would hit a lot harder than I do."

OOC
Btw, they're in the Arena. They don't necessarily have to fight, just thought it was an appropriate setting for these two.

Thats fine :D