Training Time

Naka let Miles rest for he had earned it. These owlbears were resistant to fire, and healed though they could not heal from injuries like what he had dealt the first one, and the second one didn't heal fast enough to deal with damage from his simple kunai knife. Someone was helping them.... somehow. Given what he had seen in this very forest with Alistair, he didn't completely find it unlikely that it had outside assistance.
"Gomen nasai. Anata ga shinde shimau." (I'm sorry. You will die.) He said to the owlbear as it lay there dying. With outstretched hand, he activated his devil drive and blasted the creature's open mouth and blasted the hottest flame he could manage to conjure as he burned away the creature's insides with a continuous gout of flame until he could see the charred blackness within, leaving the hide pretty much unburned.

Nakata only looked and nodded, taking the feathers out of his pocket.
"I found what I was rooking for. In this forest there are monsters worse than this one, you just need to know where to sarch." He explained as he walked over to pick up the spear.

Before he began the process of empowering the weapon, he decided that he would see how well his opponent would deal in battle. He was going to have to gain some sort of starting ground to know what kind of body training to have him partake in next. Hefting the spear, he pointed it at Miles.
"Come at me, attack as though your rife was at stake." He said.

When Miles attacked with his bare hands, Naka maintained the spear only out of respect for his fighting style, though his choice was unwise. He would need to be schooled in strategy, and of course as his opponent went for his attack, guarding against a sweep, Naka took liberty, side stepping only slightly and bracing the inside of his arm with the haft of the spear, he drove the remainder of the haft toward Miles' shoulder, not hard enough to cause any damage, but enough to make the lesson memorable.

In the past Nakata had been instructed in fighting a weapon when unarmed, but those fights were reliant on luck as well as skill for it took much more with fists than did a blade to kill. His father had pushed him to train hard with only minimal gun training, claiming that guns were a far inferior weapon, and Naka tended to agree. Anything that a child could use to kill a lion was something that held no honor. In this, he was pleased that Miles wished to learn melee combat.

Naka nodded and twirled the staff around his body, quickly spinning it around his neck, his torso, shoulders, and leg. He waling pace was slow as he moved toward Miles. He decided to make the first strike this time, attempting something simple. As he got into range, he swung hard from right to left so that the haft of the weapon would be aimed to strike his head. It was a wide and obvious attack but it should serve to motivate Miles. Most weapon users were at least a little reliant on their weapons and so attacks like this would only be a test, or a feint to lure him into range of better tactics. It was important that this lesson be taught first, but with the right tutelage, he figured Miles could be a great fighter.

As Naka couldn't help but notice Miles' attack. There was no feint there, and he was fully aware of the blade as he had provided Miles with the materials to work on it and was more than happy to block the attack with the haft of his spear. In theory the blade was a powerful ally, but Naka had been fighting his entire life, at this point most of his martial arts skills were muscle memory. As he blocked the strike, which was done by letting the spear fall after his attack and then drawing it back and holding it diagonally in the path of the blade, he spun around the outside of the blade's range and disengaged the spear as he carried the momentum of his spin into a sweep aimed for the back of Miles' knees.