Shinji and Yoshie's meeting(private)

Shinji yawned. A woman next to him, one he did not recognize, lay naked in his bed, her soft form pressed up against him. It hadn't taken him long to seek the comforts of a warm woman once more, after his time in Hell. He was ashamed, but only a bit. A knock at his door prompted him to rise from bed. He opened the door naked, unashamed. After a brief exchange of words, Shinji was led to wonder what the spy wanted now. It was odd, being contacted twice in the last few days by this man. His curiosity forced him to dress in all black, the Uchiha Clan crest on his back, and exit the room. Whatever her name was would probably be gone when he returned, later.

It took only a few minutes to arrive at the training arena that Yoshie asked him to meet him in. He wasn't nervous, or intimidated. He'd graduated past those sorts of feelings, realizing that he really didn't give a damn anymore. The people he loved were all doomed to fall to their own demons. He had no reason to protect himself, in order to protect them anymore. Because of this, Shinji simply walked out into the open, recognizing Yoshie. He called out, the curiosity obvious in his voice. "Oi!" Shinji was a bit more friendly than last time. He liked Yoshie, at least a bit. His status as a spy did not really bother him. "It's rude to call someone out so early, ya know what I'm sayin'?"

The Uchiha frowned as he observed Yoshie's actions. When Yoshie placed his hand on the support beam, it was clear by his posture that he was not simply leaning. Shinji was watching intently before the chakra buildup was clear and the support beam was shattered. If he were not paying such close attention, the wooden shard that exploded out from the beam would have caught him by surprise. Barely moving his head to the right so as to cause the wooden shard to miss, he snapped his right hand to where the shard would have impaled his face, catching it. Shinji observed the piece of wood before dropping it, noticing a cut that had formed on his palm. Shinji raised an eyebrow at Yoshie.

"That's definitely a powerful jutsu. I know little about Ninjutsu, but from my experience, you're probably holding back a bit too much, and it's interrupting the natural flow of your chakra. Like pulling your punches, and causing them to miss the mark, slightly." He paused for a brief second before answering Yoshie's query. "As for me..." Shinji withdrew Kakumei, his Kusarigama, and didn't bother mentioning his Sharingan. It was probably obvious that he used the Sharingan. Shinji also did not mention his mediocre skill in Genjutsu, as it was unimportant. He was, however, more skilled with light weapons than perhaps anyone in the world. He'd probably not use Kakumei in a practice situation, however, if that was what this was coming to. It required him to be a bit too serious.

Shinji raised an eyebrow.  The lack of training with a weapon was obvious from the moment Yoshie picked up his sparring sword.  But it didn't matter. Shinji equally lacked skill in Ninjutsu.  He could relate to Yoshie's lack of a jutsu library.  Not that he should have to relate to it.  He was an Uchiha.  But his choice of specialty, in weapons, meant that he simply was not skilled enough to perform the Ninjutsu that his Sharingan witnessed.  So he did not.  It was of no serious matter, however.  One rarely got the chance to use full on Ninjutsu in Hell.

Shinji twirled the wooden kendo sword magnificently.  He lacked strength, but he was more skilled with lighter weapons like this than perhaps anyone else in the world.  It was quite a useful skill in Hell.  One rarely got to use any form of weaponry that was more sophisticated than a shiv, but that was all Shinji needed to become a whirlwind of death and beauty.  He responded to Yoshie's part of the conversation.  "You invited me over to spar?"  Shinji almost laughed.  Not because of who his opponent was, but at the sheer absurdity of waking someone whom he did not know at such an ungodly hour, simply to spar.  "That jutsu of yours though... it seems powerful.  Just let your chakra... flow freely."  Shinji did not know how to put what he was thinking into words.  When he attempted to learn powerful jutsu, he often found himself holding back, weakening the jutsu in an attempt to control it before letting it go fully.  However, that ruined his concentration, chakra flow, and morale when he didn't get it right.  He'd hoped it helped.