Little one (GWEN)

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He knew he wasn't suppose to be in this area. But then again most places at Hogwarts were deemed off limits and students still went there. It was the temptation of breaking a rule, a challenge, set up by those that are 'higher' then you and was a thrill, despite one might getting their stupid ass killed.

Besides he was a Li-Fen, he wasn't like any other child at Hogwarts. He wasn't weak physically, or only relying on magic, he was trained to be above them, and he was, he knew it, and a majority of the school did as well, except those who had problems with his superior blood. Not like it matter much though, a simple punch sent most scampering away with their tail between their legs.

Right now, with Junjing in the forbidden forest, he headed out for his favourite training spot. It was the only place that he could train in peace. No one travelled out far into the forest, not out of fear of running into one of the numerous of creatures that lived in there. Seemed like the forest was calm today however, since Junjing has not seen any mythical beast at all.

Brushing it from his mind as he approached the area, he unslinged his bow from over his shoulder and quiver and placed them to lean against on the near-by tree, adjusting his grip on his Kwan dao and set himself up into his regular stance before going through the simple swings, swipes and thrusts. A Kwandao while a pole weapon was very heavy, the blade itself was made to slice through thick armor so to counter the weight of the blade, they had to add weight to the back to balance it out.

The result was a strong weapon, but hard to control properly or react since the weight would take a lot of muscle to do so, and for the usual Asian structure, the kwandao was not the ideal weapon to be used commonly. In the Li-Fen family this weapon was usually meant for the Dragon, but this generation, Junjing out skilled Da Min in using it, so the Kwan Dao was his main attack weapon, while Da Min's had become a Dadao.

Pushing off the ground he jumped into the air before slicing down towards the ground, now it was time for the more complicated routine. Soon he was twirling the staff, slamming the but of it into the ground to polevault, upward slices, rapid thrusting. He wasn't sure how long he fell into this, but when he stopped, he was panting his hands shaking slightly, making him frown at his own weakness

Sighing he dropped out of stance before heading over to his bow. Picking it up, he heard the faint sound of a twig snapping, and pulled out an arrow and knotching it and aiming it the the direction it came from, his golden eyes narrowed, “Come out.” He growled. It might be a centaur but even then Junjing was not fond of them looking at him as he trained.

The second year moved tentatively through the undergrowth. She wasn't supposed to be here, she knew. And really, unlike what she knew of more than half the student body at Hogwarts, Gwyneth hadn't been in the forbidden forest before. Well, it wasn't as though she made it a point to break school rules. She was Rufus Irving's niece after all and, she wasn't inclined to causing trouble for her uncle. However much said uncle seemed to encourage it. That, and the forbidden forest as named so for a reason. Gwyn had heard stories about young witches and wizards getting spirited away by centaurs and other such creatures living in the forest, never to be heard from again. While it sounded perfectly justifiable for the twelve-year-old to dismiss the stories as just that (stories), she knew enough of the magical world to know that there was a huge probability of truth behind each legend (urban or not). Mostly though, she was simply concerned at disappointing the professors should she be found out.

That hadn't been the priority, of course, when she'd chosen to follow a certain seventh year Slytherin out into the woods. According to Damien, his cousin Junjing was a skilled martial artist. As one could imagine, there weren't many of those at Hogwarts. Gwyn was immediately fascinated. Practising kenjutsu alone for the past year did little to improve her skill. Granted, it hadn't been until today that she'd spotted him holding anything that suggested he did any training at the school. Curiosity got the better of her, and before she knew it, Gwyn was trudging through the undergrowth after the white-haired lad with her wooden practice sword tucked under her robes. Or... she was. Gwyn stopped again and turned to survey her surroundings. Hm, she was sure she'd passed that rock with the patch of moss on it just a few moments ago. Then again, there were a lot of rocks with patches of moss in the forest.

Fortunately, her sharp ears soon picked up the unmistakable sound of metal slicing through the air. Gwyn's heart skipped a beat. Just how long had it been since she heard that sweet ring? Not since Japan... not since her last training session with Fujitsura-sensei. In her haste, the Hufflepuff trod on a twig - an err that brought an immediate response from the Slytherin. The sudden sharpness in her senior's tone subsequently a response from her, albeit it was much less refined.

"Whoa~!" Gwyn let out a surprised yelp as she tripped over a tree root. After a dizzying moment, the second year found herself splayed awkwardly upon the damp earth. "Itetete-" came the intuitive trill in Japanese.

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A child.

A child from the school had followed him into the forest. What was she doing here near his training area? And she was young second or third year at least. Frowning he lowered the bow and lessened the tension he hand on the string. He could be wrong but he had heard some Japanese escaping her mouth, Asian decent then, perhaps she knew some Chinese?

Sighing through his nose he lifted up the arrow and focused his gaze on his quiver as he slid the arrow back amongst the others, he leaned the bow against the tree before crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at the younger student.

Golden eyes narrowed on her form, “Why are you here?” He asked in Japanese, it wasn't his most fluid language and it was much too formal as he said it, then again, he was use to talking to adults in such a way usually members from the Eastern branch, but it was the only way he was taught to speak it. As it were, to anyone that was fluid in Japanese, his accent was apparent along with his wording if anything, he wouldn't be surprised if she gave him a strange look.

But ignoring that for now, why was she here? In the Forbidden Forest? She was a child and she shouldn't be in here unless she had a suicide wish. To Junjing this place was his own training ground, he respected the animals within even had to fight them on occasion but there was this little truce if they did not bother him, then he did not bother them, it was as simple as that.

This girl didn't seem like the type to fight or even train, she was small and slender, most likely from a family that condoned any style of physical training. He never understood that about Lowbloods, physical fighting was such a thrill that Magical could not replicate besides that breaking a opponents wand arm and watching them scramble to try and recover was an amusing picture in itself.

He shifted slightly just so that he could reach behind him and grab his Kwandao if he had too. He wasn't too keen on fighting a child if it came down to it. Children were tricky, small and weak yes, but their smaller size made it harder to hit them and most had a surprising amount of speed. If anything he hated fighting children...

Gwyn blinked once.

She blinked again.

"You can speak Japanese?" She asked in the Asian Tongue, positively aglow. Of course, the Slytherin's less-than-welcoming glare and that very pointy, very dangerous arrow pointing at her had gone all but entirely unnoticed in the face of that one awesome fact. "Damien Nii-san said that you were Chinese." She felt a tickle of euphoria bubbling from her chest. It was always exciting to meet someone else who could speak her second language. It was even better to meet someone who could speak Japanese and practised martial arts.

The second year's eyes rounded when Junjing pointed his spear-like weapon at her. Now, that was hardly unnoticeable. It was also at that point that she realized that she was still sitting on the forest floor. A light flush of pink immediately dusted her cheeks. "Oh no," she said, more to herself. "I'm such an idiot." She turned her eyes onto Junjing's golden orbs. While there was a tiny touch of uncertainty in her eyes, there was no quiver in her voice when she told him. "I was really hoping I could watch you train." She bit her lip, hesitating just a little before she added. "I haven't had anyone to observe or practice with since I came back to England." She looked at him hopefully. "Please?"

She wasn't begging, of course. Goodness, Irvings never begged. But she really did miss her days spent in her swordsmaster's dojo.