A Fencing Frog? (Froger)

It had been quite a while since Frogerio and Lui had last spoken. While Frog had mentioned swinging by the club on the call-out date, but it was becoming apparent that he really wasn't too eager to see the club. Lui quietly sighed as he figured he should at least try to see if he was interested in coming by. A simple no would be all that Lui needed to hear at this point.
"Frog, it's Lui. Not wanting to bother you, but are you actually coming by the club any time soon? Just let me know if you're not interested in coming/ busy with stuff."

Send. Now all Lui needed to do at this point was expect a response. As he waited, the redheaded senior member Erin plopped down beside Lui.

"Expecting someone, Captain? Another potential member, mayhaps?"

"That remains to be seen. He seems pretty bored with the idea, so he might not even be coming."

"Well, in the meantime, care for a match? I'm on a bit of a hot streak today, and I'd like to test my skills on you today."

"You're on, Erin. Let me just grab my stuff and we can begin."

By the time Frogerio would enter the clubroom, the sound of excited cheering and shouting was apparent. Two suited and masked fencers were dueling with incredible speed and ferocity, the other members cheering them on.

As the fierce battle between Lui and Erin pressed on, Arthur heard Lui's phone buzz and read Frog's response. Realizing that he may be coming soon, Arthur would open the door just as Frog would push the door open. The blond first year would flinch for a moment as Frog almost slammed the door on him before introducing himself, the cheering and clanging of blades growing stronger in the background.

"W-welcome to Fencing Club. Are you... interested in joining? Our Captain's finishing up a match, so he should be with you in a minute. Come on, everyone's d-down this way."

As Arthur escorted Frog over to the matted area, the other members along with Ms. Kamizura looked in his direction for a moment. While they would quickly return to focus on the match, one sandy-brown haired student was shooting daggers in Frogerio's direction. Instructor Kamizura got up from her seat and welcomed the student.

"Ah, another new recruit? Or are you just here to watch the matches? You'll have to give us a minute; our Captain is currently in the middle of a match. It shouldn't take long, though. Seems he aims to end this quickly."

Should Frogerio looked toward the fight, it was clear one fencer was gaining ground on the other. Every offensive strike the taller swordsman made was quickly deflected by the fencer around Lui's height. Both moved with such speed and skill that the sabers seemed to cut through the wind itself. Nevertheless, it only took a moment for the taller member to meet defeat as one final deflection of the saber left an opening for the captain to land a point on his exposed chest. Both contenders removed their masks, a panting Lui being declare the victor. Turning to see Frogerio, Lui patted Erin on the shoulder before wandering over to Frog.

"Huh, you came after all. So, how was that? That's the kind of skill you'll be taught in here, Frog. So, how can I help?"

(One day of working only to lose the work later... Apologies for the delay.)
Lui smirked at Frogerio's surprised reaction. If half of the students in this school were to see his performance as Frog did, maybe the club would get some real attention. This reasoning had Lui organizing a tournament between his club and the dojo to try and bring both classes to the attention of the community. He could feel confident under the mask, fighting his foe without worrying about his emotions leaking through his facial features. But now, it was time to see how Frogerio could potentially work his way into the group.

"Surprised? Heh, that's what 5 years of experience looks like, and that's the kind of training I can give you. As for why you're here, it better be to get some practice in. Otherwise, I'd just be wasting your time. Bosco, show him to the changing room. Judging by his height... do you know how much you weigh, Frogerio? Get him the medium suit in the closet; it should fit just fine. Arthur, get my training set for Frogerio.

Go get suited, Frog. Then we'll introduce you to the group."

As the blond-haired, tan-skinned Bosco motioned Frog to follow him into a side room, Bosco reached into the room beside him and grabbed a fencing suit for Frog. Handing it to him, Bosco would wait by the doorway, Arthur appearing beside him with a set of swords. Bosco decided to make a bit of talk while Frog changed, leaving the door either open or closed.

"So, Lui mentioned you were with Zaku when he brought the news to you. You know Zaku? She's a natural."

"You mean the weird little girl with the sentient hair? Yeah that's the only time I ever saw her. So she was on your trainings already?"
"So I'm not the only one who was seeing that, eh? Yeah, she stopped by in the last meeting. Lui had somehow convinced her to run maintenance on our weapons, that crafty devil... But yeah, soon as Gus over there started questioning her skill, she showed him up big time. Don't tell him, but I got the whole fight on my phone if you're interested.

So yeah, if Gus gives you any trouble, he's just frustrated over getting his ass kicked. Between us, I think he's just worried you'd be able to beat him too."

Bosco lightly chuckled at Froger's confusion towards the outfit. That was usually a person's reaction to putting on the outfit in thicker clothing. Wearing tight clothing such as jeans over sweatpants or shorts was a usual problem some members came across. Realizing that Frog might hear him, Bosco grabbed the sheathed swords from Arthur's expecting grasp as Arthur shuffled over to Lui again. When Frog would comment on the outfit, he would grab the fabric of Frog's suit and pull it to examine how it fit. It would seem tight at first, but it certainly wouldn't inhibit his movement. An excellent fit.

"Yep, it's just protective covering for your body, after all. Nothing especially special to wear; just helps to make sure it's not tight. Y'know, like an outfit you would wear for jogging or just general exercise. Otherwise, the fit's just right. Here's your weapons. We got the foil, an epee, and the saber. Take care of these today unless you want Zaku on your case. Now that you're suited up, come on over to the mat. Lui'd like to see you."

As Frogerio would wander over to the gathering of students, Lui would look over Frog's outfit to make sure everything was in order.
"Alright, Frogerio. Today's going to be majorly practice for the guys entering the tournament, so we'll be sparring most of today. Anyone in particular you want to practice with?"

"So like, she's actually some weird sort of modern blacksmith who can also apparently use the weapons pretty well. Sound really scary, honestly. Who knows who she even is."
"I'll tell you what she is; an epic swordswoman. Next time she's around, I'm sure Erin would want a chance to prove himself to Captain. He's always looking for bigger opponents to take on. Hell, Captain might be the only one to actually beat her. He's incredible in this sport..."

"Hmmm. Let me spar with Gus."

At this, Gus flared with anger for a moment before forcing himself to keep his composure through deep breaths. It seems like he had anticipated being called out for a match, but this one was supposedly new to the sport. At this point, to avoid the glare of the Captain, Gus picked up his foil and jumped to his feet from the stacked mats and beckoned him over.

"Take your foil, Frog. I need to practice up for the tournament."
As Gus trotted off to their lane, Lui stopped Frog from following for a moment as the other members resumed their training.
"If Gus is getting rather disrespectful or taking out aggressions on you, feel free to call me out. He's a bit cautious of new members, considering how he wasn't aware that Zaku was trained. Just have him run you through the basics and you can spar afterwards. He's well-trained, if a bit hotheaded."

When Frog decided to meet Gus, Gus would put his hand on Frog's shoulder to keep him in place as he gripped the foil in Frog's hand."

"Alright, kid. Let's start with your grip. Unlike a regular sword, we got something called a French grip for these things. See this handle branching off? Grip that with these fingers and point your pointer finger along this main handle.

Got it? Alright, give me a thrust. Get the feel for it."

"Don't worry 'bout me. If he's disrespectful I'll just give him a whack on the head with this."

Lui gripped the tip of the foil as Frog ran his fingers along the pointed blade.

"If you're going to do that... call it a touch. But you didn't hear that from me. Lord knows I wouldn't put such a suggestion in your head."

As Frogerio got the grip comfortably set, Gus would walk off the mat to pull a dummy onto the mat, complete with a torso, head, and arms to practice touching. Setting it a distance from Frogerio, Gus would lean on the shoulder of the dummy as he spoke the instructions to the new member. This dummy was clad in a red vest that seemed to resemble the vest Frogerio wore, highlighting the torso.

"See this red vest? This is the touch zone for a foil. Not a lot, I know. I want you striking for the center of the chest here. Give the foil a bit of bend as you strike, just to make sure you land the blow. Alright, give me 10 good jabs square in the chest. After that, I'll sub in for the dummy, and we can move on to parries."

Gus was excited at first to see Frogerio getting the feeling for the blade, but that quickly subsided once he saw the boy's laughable attempt at touching the dummy. Not only did his touch land above the target area, but his grip quickly loosened and the foil fell from his hands. Gus wanted to sigh and rub his temples, but the observant gaze of the Captain kept him under control. Instead, he walked back to Frog again.
"Look, Frog. If you're going to learn here, you need to be able to ask for help. We rely on each other to learn. Even Captain is training with us. So, let's try this again. Make your hand like you're pointed, grip it here, now fold your pointer in..."

After Frog would regain the grip, Gus would move to his side and mimic the motion to make. A simple lean forward and an extended thrust would allow Gus to land a touch in the center of the chest.

"Got that? Just do as I do."

Gus waved off Frogerio's apology, as if to say 'no problem'. After the first few thrusts, Lui came over to observe the student in action. Although Frogerio returned to his initial position after every strike for proper practice, his form seemed to change slightly with every strike. To Lui, it seemed like Frog wasn't sure which way was the proper stance. While Gus was scratching his head to see where Frogerio wasn't getting it, Lui decided to step in.

"You have good form Frog, but you change it too radically whenever you make a mistake. You must be a fairly detail-oriented person like myself, as I too tend to get wrapped up in every move I make when I practice. Gus, I think he's had enough from the dummy. How about I stand in for it?"

"Huh? You want to train against Frog? Whatever. I'll be grabbing a drink. You two have fun."

While Gus stretched his arms over his head and walked off the mat, Lui rolled the dummy aside and pulled out his foil, standing in his ready form. With the open hand, Lui flipped the hood over his head and settled it over his face.

"Try it on me next. If your form is off, keep striking. Your mind will naturally correct your body to its proper position."