Neverwinter Forest now learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck

The boy copied the sound, which annoyed him of course. Him and his sister were very similar weren’t they? Orochi couldn’t stop an exasperated sigh from slipping out. This was gonna be a hellish experience.

Naoyuki greeted him, then introduced himself (or tried at least). Orochi didn’t reply. He just studied his face, his eyes to be more specific. They were muted, not as much as Hide’s, but still noticeable. He’d have to go about his training differently than he usually did. But there’s the problem... he never taught anyone before. He didn’t know what the hell he was doing.

Ok, he said in a drawn out sigh that was meant to buy time. My name’s Orochi. I’m gonna teach you how to fight. Now where to start? May as well have a quick spar to see how bad this kid was, then he’d know what to fix. But how was he supposed to fight someone so small? Whatever. He’d figure it out as they went along.

Orochi crouched into a bow. Alright, do your worst.