The Cliffside Accord

"Hey." He approached Yura. "I'd like to offer an accord."

"Hm?" Yura turned to face the Tarnished. "What is this accord you speak of?"

"You wield a Nodachi so is it safe to assume that you are a master of the sword?" Tyr asked.

"Indeed. Thou arrived to an accurate conclusion." Yura responded.

"I'd like you to teach me the sword techniques you have learned thus far. In return, I'll strengthen your weapon."

Yura grabbed the scabbard of his Nagakiba. "Learning the techniques developed and mastered by I will not be an easy task. Simply reinforcing the armament held at my waist is not an equivalent exchange."

"If that is so, then I will also grant my own techniques to you." He adds to the offer.

"The uses of thine skills, may I be informed of their prowess?" Yura wondered.

"Rather than that. I can show it to you." His hands weave together, forming different gestures. His lungs expand as usual as he directs his face to the east to avoid hitting Yura. Flames blast out of Tyr's mouth as a destructive sphere. Greater and larger than any Fireball Jutsu he's ever done before. The force of the dome of flames pushed the air across the area. His hair flows in the opposite direction of his face as Yura watched the roar of flames in awe.

"And if you wouldn't like that then I can teach arts that surround the way of the sword as well."

(My word, such destructive power. And I fail to see a seal equipped to his being.) After watching that, Yura contemplated on the deal. "By your words, if your other skills are as powerful, declining this accord would be unwise of me. I accept."

"Fuck yeah!! Let's get started immediately."

Yura cut Tyr off. "However, we must depart in two weeks time. My journey shall not be halted any longer."

Tyr responded with an expression of enthusiasm. "Thats easy!! I can come find you then."

Yura lightly chuckled. "If fate allows us to meet again. I'll gladly continue this accord. Now draw your blade. We shall start with the basics."

"Let's get started. You too Gunne." Tyr summoned the spirit of Gunne. He rose up from spiritual particles and formed into the being was saw before.

"It would be my honor."

(He can use spells and summon spirits? Perhaps he is the son of Rennala.)

The three exchanged information on their techniques and how to utilize them to the fullest extend. From the way Yura holds a katana to the Iai slash of Iaido. From the sensation chakra grants within your body to amplifying one's natural speed. Gunne's job was to retain the knowledge of both Tyr and Yura. Otherwise, he could not be of help to Tyr in battle.

We see Yura in a meditative position. His legs bent and cross over each other. His forearms lay against the thighs and his eyes close increase concentration. Tyr's palms touch Yura's shoulder blades. "I'll transfer some of my energy into your body so you can know how it feels and operates inside of you."

"Understood." Yura says.

Tyr's Sharingan activated to help him control his chakra. (Hopefully this should work.) The chakra molds in his hands and moves toward the opening nodes in his palms. His focus was primarily on the connection his hands had on Yura's back to imbue chakra into the ronin. As it enters his body, as if instinctive, it sinks into Yura's stomach.

(Hm, now that I'm doing this. It feels like I can pour a bit more into him.) He thought. "Hey Yura, how're ya feelin?"

"I...I feel as if something has invaded the center of my abdomen. And yet...it hasn't the feintest feeling of a foreign object. It is almost familiar." Tyr seemed okay. Relaxed even.

"Alright, that'll be all for today then." He took his hand off Yura's body.

Yura stood up afterwards. "is it of normalcy for it to spread throughout thine's body?"

"Yes." He reassured the wandering swordsman. "It's called chakra. Originally, it is born from every part of your body. So the stronger you get, the stronger it gets."

"Intriguing. It truly is of my own efforts. Yet, I feel as if I have risen in power."

"That means its working!!" Tyr smiled at Yura discovery.

And thats how their training began.

Days later, the sound of iron blades swiftly grazing against each other echoed throughout the valley. Sparks fly as the rocks of the Cliffside were governed by two entities.

Gunne who was on the ground, rose his arms above his head, holding his sword in hand, dropped it. He swung it vertically toward the ground as he stepped forward. Immediately, getting into a middle kendo stance, he retreats to his previous position. The roads of clashing metal power his interest and yet (Their really going at it. I wish I could watch but I have to focus. For Lord Tyr!!)

On the cliffside, running up the wall side by side were two magnificent swordsmen. On one hand there was Tyr, holding his black and red Japanese styled cloth outfit. On the other side was Yura in his ronin outfit. A samurai like outfit from head to toe and the straw like hat on top of his head that grants shade to his body.

(His talent is high. In merely three days, he's grasped the basics and incorporated his findings with thine's preconceived knowledge of the sword.)