Foreigner's Blade

The chuunin more widely known as Chuutarou found himself in a dojo, a place where almost any person or sentient creature could learn and practice a particular form of martial arts under the tutelage of a recognized master. The reason why MoRueran ended up here was because he lacked any formal or basic training with weapons despite attaining the rank he has now, a rank he only attained by accidentally slicing his opponents' ligaments, surprising them in tests of strength, or downright tickling them into submission. None were ever made the wiser as to what else the boy from Mimtar was capable of... that was until a certain Jonin Commander forced the purple weirdo into a corner, made him enter his Battle Schizophrenia, and then immediately restrained him when the effects of his aberration were too much for him to bear.

It was a rather neat a proper place inside-- though Mo had neither any knowledge nor immediate concern over where he was exactly-- and it was only every disturbed by the imposing figure of what appeared to be a man decked out in noble battle regalia. Mo's first reaction was to clap in expression of his awe and wonder, to which he did.