Training through generations from father to son! (Kenza and Surp)

Kenza was very angry today. Apparently his dad had enough of his constant street fighting and trouble he caused in school that he had sent him to live with someone by the name of Surp. Kazuki had driven him to the base of a mountain and kicked him out of the car telling him to climb the mountain to the building.

"I swear the house atop the mountain in the middle of no where has been done way to many times. Let me guess I am going to meet someone at the top with great knowledge or something. Also what kinda name is Surp! I swear my dad's friends are so freaking wierd." Kenza stated loudly as he had already ascended the mountain and was knocking on the large doors.

"Hey anyone home!?" Kenza shouted impatiently.

As the knock came upon the door, only seconds passed before the doors were swung open and a tall man with long, blood-red hair stood in a gleaming robe before Kenza. Behind him, Kenza could see training arenas and elegant buildings though they seemed so simply made. Over all, it seemed like a boring, peaceful place to a kid of Kenza's background. "May I help you?"

"Yeah my loser dad sent me here to get straightened up or something. Personally I dont see the problem I was just fighting! Now look I dont even have cell phone reception here." He grunts as he goes off more and more ranting about how boring the place is and how stupid it is being here.

The more the boy talks nonsense, the more Surp's Expression hardens until he seems to be at a point of disappointment. "You are Kazuki Shikimori's child?" Even his tone seemed to have a hint of disappointment to it.

"You say it like I should be honored to share the same last name as him. Pft.. he is nothing more then a boring old pacifist who dosn't know his son at all." Kenza stated openly and defiantly.

''what dad went through/ Yeah I dont think so. Dad even told me that he grew up in tokyo and lived there all his life. He studied tea in order to find the recipe for the tea that he is so famous for. Which is why we are so rich.'' Kenza smirked at his own wealth.

Surp caught this small remark and decided best to put it down now. "Wealth does you no good here boy. The second you stepped foot on my mountain, you became no better than anyone else and just the same as anyone else. You're here to train. You're here to learn discipline and control. It's up to you on how well you take it." With that, Surp turns and walks back through the doors, but he leaves them open.

(OOC: Are we doing this as in Naruto era or are we making this more like rl rping with no jutsus?)

(OOC: This is Naruto Era but Kazuki and kenza live over in the civilized part of the world where ninjas don't exist like modern day tokyo or something)

"What the hell did he mean by that" Kenza whispered as he nervously walked through the doors into the compound.

As he walked through, he felt a strange sensation as if he had just walked through something solid but not. But when the sensation was gone, loud noises filled his ears and images of combat filled his eyes. As if the image he had seen from the otherside of the gate was a fake, as if there had been something concealing the true place beyond the doors. All in all, it was nothing like what he had thought he saw.

Kenza fell to the ground painfully closing his eyes and covering his ears as he cried out in pain.

"What the hell is going on!?!?!?" He yelled.

Surp stopped and looked back at the boy. "What's wrong now? Take a look around, everyone here will be your sparring partner and peer for as long as you're here. They will learn what you learn and you will learn what they learn."

Kenza forced himself to look up at surp and growled at him.

"You bastard..." He growled before forcing himself to jump up to attempt to uppercut him.

As if his hand had been there the whole time, Kenza's fist makes contact with it like a car into a brick wall. Surp's eyes were just staring past his hand at Kenza, drilling deep into the boy as if unlocking all his secrets. "You have instincts to fight, and they are strong. But they will do you no good in real battle nor will going without control over your instincts get you anywhere but a world of hurt." Surp's other hand slowly moves infront of Kenza's face as his other hand keeps hold of Kenza's to keep him from moving. He then flicks the boy on the forehead, releasing his hand at the same time. This causes Kenza to be sent rolling backwards onto the ground for several feet. "Think of all the fights you've been in, and tell me, how many times have you gotten hurt or nicked in them fights."

"I dont get hit because I am the best street fighter there is! Trust me I am gonna prove it to!" Kenza shouted as he vaulted himself back to his feet and started darting towards Surp at full speed once more.

Surp just remains relaxed and watches the boy charge at him. "I see, well, a key fact of life..."