Waiting...

Nakata Ishikawa often used the empty rooms on the third floor for training. He had undergone some changes recently and he wanted to skill himself out. He began with Bujinkan taijutsu, the quick thrusts and open hand strikes as well as clever foot work was a good starting point. As he let his instincts take over, he began to alternate between styles, at one point jumping into the air and spinning twice before extending his right leg, which would have caught an enemy of average height on the top of the head, and his left leg which extended with the spin and would have caught an enemy under the chin. As he landed on the ground, his left leg hit first. The second his right foot hit the ground, he rolled forward, coming up on his right hand so that he was doing a handstand with just it, and kicking once with his right foot, then immediately leaning to the right, and flipping backward, and again jumping into the air and spinning, with his right and left legs kicking alternately with the spin, before landing, flipping backward, and leaping forward to deliver a dual palm thrust.

This was his routine now, he mixed the martial art forms his father and mother had taught him, and then incorporated those into his capoeira routines, thus, adding a degree of extra power and the ability to fight in close quarters that capoeira wouldn't normally allow.

<a href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CsbVyGtQo4g' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>Example of some of what he was doing. Watch both of them</a>

Naka stopped mid kick and spun on his free hand and then dropped onto his feet.
"May a helpu you?" He said to her, panting slightly, he picked up his shirt from a nearby chair to put it on. There was no sense in showing off to a lady just because the opportunity was there. It had been a while since someone had randomly called out to him. Not too long, but the last time it had been done there was a weasel and it had called him 'two tone.'
"please let her speak japanese." he thought in his head.

Naka shook his head and tousled his hair to at least get it in the same direction, but despite the pouty look on the girl's face he wasn't just about to leave because she asked. He didn't have any extra classes today and he was training, though he was taking a break now for both lunch and because the girl had asked him to leave, though he had a solution to both.
"I am solly, I do not speaka bery good engrish." He said with a smirk before going over to his bag and pulling out a homemade bentou he had made in his home economics class that morning. The only reason he took home economics was to make lunches but he took a seat at a table and took the dividers out of the lunchbox to make the food easier to get. Inside were rice balls of three different kinds, sashimi, red bean buns, and terriyaki chicken. Additionally he pulled a large thermos out of his bag and as it opened, steam poured out. Today's tea selection was peppermint milk tea.
"Ara you hungri?" He asked, his broken english shining through, and the same smirk that he'd had when he told her he didn't understand what she was saying played on his face.

Nakata looked at the girl the moment she started speaking japanese. Now this was a surprise. Gathering she was also foreign from her accent and her manner of speech, he didn't expect her to speak that one but he was thankful for it.
"Well this is a surprise. But of course I'm planning on sharing." He said as he pulled out a second set of chopsticks and setting them over the edge of the lunchbox for her. He also poured some tea in the thermos cap for her and slid it over to the other side of the table.
"I promise it's better than what they have in the cafeteria." He said also, still speaking in japanese.

Naka looked at the girl. She didn't seem like the snobbish type but he couldn't quite put a finger on her. still, he took a bit of sushi and grabbed a rice ball from his lunch box.
"My name is Nakata Ishikawa and Spontaneous Cellular regeneration is my power, my cells undergo mitosis at a rapid rate in the area where an injury occurs so that an injury closes before it can get a chance to be serious." He explained in Japanese, a good thing too because he couldn't have explained it like that in English and would have had to show her the way he had shown someone else in the past. He withdrew a small dagger from his belt and drew it across his throat only to have the cut heal almost as quickly as it was made. He then twirled the weapon in his hand before sheathing it once more. using a paper towel, he wiped the blood away and displayed the completely unscathed throat. It was a demonstration that constantly kept him on his toes. The adrenaline rush was unlike anything he could experience in such a mundane setting.
"you don't have to tell me yours, I'd rather know about you yourself and your power isn't what defines you. We could start with your name." He said.