Earth's Defenders? [INV/ Dosu, Budoshi]

After punting the boulder he was playing around with off into the sky upwards, Budoshi puffed out his chest in an intentionally comical manner with his hands on his hips for extra effect. “Why yes, it is I! Budoshi, the—” However, before he could continue his tomfoolery, Prophos groaned, obviously having suffered through whatever ridiculousness could have come from this bit. “Dooooon’t, holy shiiit, it’s embarrassing.”

Budoshi responded with a raspberry, pulling an eyelid down and poking his tongue out at Prophos. “Ok fine, party pooper.” To which Prophos rolled his eyes, followed by a bit of a smirk. “Every party needs one, that’s why I, Prophos, was invited.” Yes, he too could use a sharp wit. Budoshi started snickering, actually trying not to burst into tears laughing.

“They’re fine, they just ahd something else to do. Anyway, she ain’t our grandma. Fact of the matter is, I’m approximately 4.95 times older than the other three combined.” Prophos explained with a casual shrug. “Wait, you’re 637?” Budoshi blinked in confusion. “And I don’t look a day over 300. Benefits of an extensive self care routine.” Prophos added with a flip of his own glorious braided ponytail. “Yeah you know what, fair enough.” Budoshi gave an agreeable nod before suddenly slapping his face and getting back to matters at hand.

“Dragon School!” Budoshi swerved around to face Chomei fully. “I must say, though it was... I dunno, an awkward scenario on that mountain a while ago, I did notice something that drew my focus. A technique that you used, it was highly efficient— hang on—” Budoshi stepped back, and repeated what he could remember of Chomei’s Dragon Jab in terms of form and execution— in fact it looked like he had the motion down, but he was still missing the other components. “That one.” Budoshi looked back to Chomei, hoping that he was understood. “There’s just something about it, I saw potential in it. I won’t lie to you, I want to understand that potential for myself in order to get stronger and honor my first Sensei’s last wishes.”

Normally, Prophos would tease Budoshi for his near obsession with martial arts and fighting, but the Shinjin couldn’t deny that the Tuffle’s passion was honest and came from a good place. Prophos took some time to consider the discussion, but he came up with something that would fit him, something that he could learn from too. “I cannot deny what I saw either. Now, where he is interested in practical and kinaesthetic learning first and foremost, I find myself partial to theory and mathematical learning. Does the Dragon School style mesh well with that? If not, I will find a way to make it do so.”

Budoshi, having heard this, zoomed right up to Prophos, and got right up in his face with stars in his eyes. “Hold oh, wait wait wait, you mean—!?” Prophos leaned back, pushing Budoshi back with an index finger to the Tuffle’s head. “Yes, I’ll be a fellow pupil if applicable, don’t make me regret this decision.”

Moments later, a Heran made their presence known, speaking short and to the point. Budoshi waved to them, appreciating this direct approach. “I’ve got no idea how strong anyone is.” He replied, similarly blunt and to the point. “Won’t deter me though, I’ll spar with anyone all the same.” Prophos on the other hand was more of an observer in this instance. “So long as there is something to learn, I’ll be happy.”