05-12-2018, 02:23 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Teaching had never been Killua's forte for plenty of reasons. He had only been someone that had been taught instead of one doing the teaching. Killua doubted that he had any information that would be welcomed in most of those regards on the factor that no one here wanted to be an assassin. He didn't want anyone to go down the same road that he had, and was still potentially going down through. Killua had no reason want to teach anyone in Snowbound the methods of what it would take to fight like an assassin. Which was the only way that Killua could actually end up fighting in that regard because he had never been taught any differently. He had always been the apprentice, whether it was underneath his family or against those that he actually started to look toward. He was always the one that was learning something and that was fine with Killua. If he knew everything there was to know in the world then it would just make his world all the more boring to him. It would leave nothing else for him to explore, and that would make going around to explore and figure out what he was missing completely pointless. He wanted to be proven wrong in most regards so that he could learn and develop the way that the clans had done through for several centuries. One would think that after all this time that clans would have perfected their methods, although it seems like every method changes here and there despite that. What would happen when he got older though? Would he become someone that would be given an apprentice under him despite everything? He sure as hell hoped not because he wouldn't be all that great of a teacher if the creature that he was working with didn't have enough determination to continue in that regard. The assassin had ended up teaching Izuku how to climb a little bit it, but that was only because Killua had nothing else to do, and he wanted to keep his mind busy from the voices that were inside of his head. Maybe there was also the chance that Killua wanted to see Izuku fall so that he could make fun of him a little bit, but not in an incredibly rude way, just to tease him and nothing else. The assassin had no reason to be a huge bully like he had seen others doing. In the past, Killua would have no issues doing something like that, but since he had met London and several other familiar faces, it was something that Killua couldn't stand. Even if it meant that those that got bullied needed to get stronger, he didn't care. He had done it before when he saw a clanner being bullied in the first clan that he lived in, and he had beat the bully almost to a pulp. Probably more than necessary, but once a bully was given the full feeling of fear, it would mean that they wouldn't do it again and learn their place.
Everyone had to learn their place sooner or later, whether it be around those that were stronger or weaker, eventually, everything would come to that balance whether one liked it or not. If someone wanted to change on that roster, it would mean that they would have to make themselves stronger and get better in the long run. When it came to fighting, there was no need to mentor him anymore as he already had his fighting style and knew how to fight. Clanners that were mentored to fight were usually just given the basics and then relied on experience with battles to hone their skills. Killua had plenty of experience. However, when it came to dealing with his abilities, he could probably practice them more if given enough time in that regard. Such as his electricity elementals, something that he knew Izuku was capable of using, but he hadn't trained himself at all recently. He wouldn't even be able to use said power right now on the factor that he wasn't even charged up in that regard. With his injuries, he would probably be scolded to take it easy. Like he really cared about re-opening a wound here and there just to move around. He wasn't about to lay around in the cave that he had stained the floor with his own blood recently. He didn't want to be reminded of the horrible things that he had ended up doing in his night terror. Or whatever his family had made him see that practically terrified him to the core. Bandages were wrapped around his right arm and his throat. There were small bits of fur that were missing above his right eye and a small pink line that showed where a wound had been. It had been the shallowest compared to the rest of the wounds so it healed the quickest. The wound on his arm was probably the worst, as he had managed to tear and rip through a lot of important muscles. Almost all the way down to the bone. It was painful, yes, but it wasn't something that he hadn't dealt with before. He constantly forced himself to walk without a limp, which made it very hard to notice that he was actually injured except for the bandages that he wore on his body. He was making his way out of the camp after talking with Stark for a little bit when he caught to familiar scents. The Snowstrikers attention turning to look at Aizawa and Jacob. What were the two doing? Killua focused his attention back toward the black lion that he had ended up saving from drowning a while back. The wildcat didn't seem to be in the best of health right now. The assassin silently made his way over, making no noise on his approach, walking as if he was perfectly fine. "You look like crap. What's wrong with you?" Came a curious tone from the apprentice toward the lion. His tone itself wasn't rude, but the question may seem to be. Although nowadays most animals that lived in Snowbound were used to the way that he spoke. The serval remained standing while he spoke, his eyes looking over the others form as if dissecting the different issues as to what was going on with him. Had he missed something while he was healing?
Everyone had to learn their place sooner or later, whether it be around those that were stronger or weaker, eventually, everything would come to that balance whether one liked it or not. If someone wanted to change on that roster, it would mean that they would have to make themselves stronger and get better in the long run. When it came to fighting, there was no need to mentor him anymore as he already had his fighting style and knew how to fight. Clanners that were mentored to fight were usually just given the basics and then relied on experience with battles to hone their skills. Killua had plenty of experience. However, when it came to dealing with his abilities, he could probably practice them more if given enough time in that regard. Such as his electricity elementals, something that he knew Izuku was capable of using, but he hadn't trained himself at all recently. He wouldn't even be able to use said power right now on the factor that he wasn't even charged up in that regard. With his injuries, he would probably be scolded to take it easy. Like he really cared about re-opening a wound here and there just to move around. He wasn't about to lay around in the cave that he had stained the floor with his own blood recently. He didn't want to be reminded of the horrible things that he had ended up doing in his night terror. Or whatever his family had made him see that practically terrified him to the core. Bandages were wrapped around his right arm and his throat. There were small bits of fur that were missing above his right eye and a small pink line that showed where a wound had been. It had been the shallowest compared to the rest of the wounds so it healed the quickest. The wound on his arm was probably the worst, as he had managed to tear and rip through a lot of important muscles. Almost all the way down to the bone. It was painful, yes, but it wasn't something that he hadn't dealt with before. He constantly forced himself to walk without a limp, which made it very hard to notice that he was actually injured except for the bandages that he wore on his body. He was making his way out of the camp after talking with Stark for a little bit when he caught to familiar scents. The Snowstrikers attention turning to look at Aizawa and Jacob. What were the two doing? Killua focused his attention back toward the black lion that he had ended up saving from drowning a while back. The wildcat didn't seem to be in the best of health right now. The assassin silently made his way over, making no noise on his approach, walking as if he was perfectly fine. "You look like crap. What's wrong with you?" Came a curious tone from the apprentice toward the lion. His tone itself wasn't rude, but the question may seem to be. Although nowadays most animals that lived in Snowbound were used to the way that he spoke. The serval remained standing while he spoke, his eyes looking over the others form as if dissecting the different issues as to what was going on with him. Had he missed something while he was healing?
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