I was nervous as can be. For my laid-back demeanor, this was a huge deal to me, but how could I not have been as nervous as I was? My training was finally beginning! The Six-Tails' Host and I were to meet him here in the training hall of Valhalla this afternoon, and I had no idea what to expect. No, I take that back, I had a vague idea, but it wasn't a pretty one. With the Hebikage's performance in our first "training" session, I could generally tell that my entire training career under him would be one of cunning and extreme stamina. But, I did not know how to prepare myself other than my usual training because of how broad the imagery I had was. Nonetheless, I was finally at Valhalla. The Six-Tails would have the edge on me, having trained under Takeshi already. I would have to put up with being the new kid. I greeted Takeshi, wearing black training pants tied to my waist by a white shash, no shirt, and a cigarette in my mouth. I could see he was smoking as well. "Last night must've been pretty crazy for you, to be smoking so vigorously," I pointed out as I noticed he was taking out whole cigarettes in a single breath, "After your wife slapped you and left the room, you and your kid called over all those hookers and shit. Me and Rosuto got up and left because we felt awkward. You don't remember, do you?"