RnR

[ There is a small boy seated nearby - or at least someone easily mistaken for a small boy. His feet are barely touching the ground after all but he's trying not to swing them. Besides, his attention is elsewhere: focused on the mass of gods and shinki. He's also dressed too formally for a child: a vest, tie and dress shirt with a long coat folded neatly beside him.

Though if anyone approaches, he's going to slip off his seat and approach, making sure to fold his coat over his arm. He nods, a polite little dip of his head once before speaking. ]

Pardon me. I don't suppose you would know which of these gods is named Tenya Iida? I was told he was who I would be working with from hereon.


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Training

[ He can be found by himself, staying a safe distance from the crowd as he pours over the bit in the pamphlet about borderlines. It seemed simple enough in theory. His hand position is right, he understands the idea behind it... so of course... ]

Line!

[ Nothing.

Maybe another attempt... ]

LINE!

[ He didn't quite expect to get it in one try but there's the smallest pout on his face from the evident annoyance. Just what is he doing wrong? ]