Reim Empire

"You're right not to like where this is going. But it's about to happen." said Uzma. But curiosity was more in Yasmin than fear of this situation, whatever it was about to be, "Who was the failure?" she asked seemingly interested in the negative outcome. "The big blonde guy you met yesterday, Dio. He ended up all muscled up... Everyone else didn't gain too much mass though." she said with a curt nod. And with that said the old woman moved her hat and pulled from beneath it a wand which was more or less a plain stick which seemed like it could have been plucked from any random tree. "Good, if there are no questions." she said the follow up to this would be the casting of a very complex spell, using the wand as a conduit. And when she was done, a pair of magoi based cuffs would be around the wrists and ankles of both Yasmin and Fudo. These cuffs would make it nearly impossible for both of them to move without putting everything they had into the movements, both their physical muscles and their magoi. And after it was done Uzma just watched as, she could only expect interesting things to happen.

"Of course there's no beating him, when you already look defeated at the start. What happened to confidence?" she asked of this young man who seemed to have completely lost himself again. She sighed then because she found it almost astonishing that this one was as powerful as he was, if he didn't think it was done so that one day he could surpass the man who taught him. After all, the point of doing such things was to find the next big challenge and top it, regardless of the type of challenge it was. "Also I am sure you could have angry eyebrows too if you wanted."

Fudo sighed while mentally preparing himself for what was to come. However, there was no preparing for this. The cuffs of Magoi around his wrists forced his arms together, and the ones around his ankles did the same for his legs. He nearly fell over where he stood, but in spite of the surprise of what happened, he managed to regain most of his composure. "Magic bindings?" he questioned. There was an immediate effort from Fudo to separate his arms and legs, but in spite of all his strength, there was nothing to be done aside from a small bit of movement.

"Why would I want angry eyebrows?" asked Malik. He was quite certain there was simply no end to Makarov's training at this point. After all, he had been at this for a year, and it was getting no easier for him. Malik could only wonder how Shadiya fared, considering her starting point was the same as what he went through at present. As for the confidence of which Nasira spoke, he couldn't say there was much present within him. Makarov had a tendency to break his students of any such thing. "I think I'm gonna just..." Without the ability to complete his final statement, Malik lost consciousness and fell to the ground in a deep slumber.

Yasmin was no better off than Fudo. Her wrists and ankles came together and she also fell to the ground. She was a bit stunned but didn't immediately try to move. Fudo's mention of magic bindings gave her some sort of idea of what was going on here, and this made her chuckle just a little, after all this situation was quite ironic. Even so, it would be Uzma who answered his question in her usual brash manner. "I call them Spirit Cuffs. Basically... they're like weights for your Magoi. They lock in your magoi and restrict your physical movements. The only way you're going to manage to actually move, is by exerting one hundred percent of your physical strength and one hundred percent of you magical strength. Doing so will increase the threshold of your Magoi to a much greater place, while training your body to fully utilize it. Given what you brats have shown yourselves to be capable of you should be able to move about... but not much else for a while. But you should know the rest of your training won't stop while you get it together." the woman finished up her sentence and waited assuming the pair of children before her would eventually be able to stand. Yasmin hearing the information given would try to separate her arms and sit up. And though it would take quite a few minutes of struggle she would eventually be able to do it. "Wait a minute, did you just say our other training aren't going to stop. You mean, we're expected to fight like this?" she asked this was utterly shocking an idea.

Meanwhile, Malik had questioned angry eyebrows and why he'd want them, which made Nasira shrug, and went on to pass out pretty much on the spot. This was such an odd thing to do, but she supposed if she was as tired as he was, she'd also have fallen asleep like that. Still it seemed like a bad idea to leave someone passed out in the courtyard and thus she aimed to pick the boy up and throw him over her shoulder carrying him into the villa so he could at least sleep on a couch or something until he felt better. "Eh, falling asleep mid-conversation. What an odd man." he stated plainly.

It was disturbing to know that these 'Spirit Cuffs' as Uzma called them were to be semi-permanent affixes to the pair of Dungeon Capturers. Even though he could understand this method's merits, the fact that he had to put forth so much effort 100% of the time just to do something as simple as scratching his nose made it feel like a form of torture. But, he would persevere. He had to. Keeping up his physical effort, he also forced his Magoi to the surface, to the best of his ability. This was indeed a struggle, and Fudo broke a sweat long before he managed to slowly pull apart his wrists and ankles. This was certainly the most difficult thing the teal-haired male had ever been required to do for any reason, but if he could manage through this, he would be much better off for it. "Alright then. When do we start training like this?"

It seemed that both Yasmin and Fudo had struggled and managed to at least regain some control of their extremeties. If Uzma was pleased by this development, her face didn't show it, she simply went back to pacing and explaining this situation. "Like I said, you brats will have a hard enough time moving around... so, you won't get anything past the sort of thing you did yesterday until you're ready. But... you'll find that to be significantly more challenging." she finished. It was now Yasmin's turn and after more struggle she was finally able to separate her ankles as well. She was now sitting and breathing as if she'd run a marathon but she was recovering steadily. "This is that soul crushing sadness... I feel it creeping up." Yasmin said in a manner rather reminiscent of Malik just a few moment's prior to this one. Still she wouldn't give up it was just a matter of adjusting to forcing all of herself into every single motion and that wasn't something she was used to. A tsk could come from Uzma. "These brats asking about more training, and one of you can't even stand up yet." she said. This made Yasmin look at the woman and stick her tongue out. "I like it down here, I'll get up when I'm ready."

"Nothing more than sparring, huh?" Fudo asked in rhetoric. He seemed to be contemplating something, but that was a matter for a later time. "I suppose I'm to assume we're done here, then?" he continued. Fudo's first bit of exercise with these cuffs in place was to move closer to Yasmin and offer her a hand up.

"It's more than enough for you, for now anyways. I am sure we'll find something else to teach you two." she said waving the pair of them off. She then tucked her wand back under her hat and yawned. As this happened Yasmin reached up and took Fudo's hand and then took all the concentration she had to help pull her own weight up off the ground. "Thanks." she said and once she was standing the girl seemed to look a bit abashed, but the normal mannerisms she would have had to show this were simply too hard to make happen at present. "Yeah, feel free to go join your friends... I'm sure the others will find you when they are ready for you. Nap time now, I'll see you brats later." said the old woman as she simply walked away from the pair of them. Still it was properly impossible for Yasmin to relax right now. With Uzma walking away Yasmin looked to Fudo and shrugged. "So back to the villa then?" she asked taking a few steps towards it while devoting the utmost concentration to the activity.

"Sleep well," Fudo said to the parting woman as he kept his physical focus on helping Yasmin rise from the ground. To the girl he was content to call friend, he considered the trip back to the villa, and how horrendous said trip was liable to be. "Ugh. I suppose we have to get used to this, huh? Sure, but... let's try to avoid having to pick each other up, yeah? That was absolute hell for me," he jested. And, with that, he began moving toward their temporary home space as well.

The short woman waved over her shoulder in response, but said no more as she disappeared back into the colosseum. Meanwhile, Yasmin had pulled herself up and was walking towards home, and it was taking very single bit of concentration she had to keep moving. Still, she didn't want to abandon their conversation and figured the sooner the cuffs became background noise in their day, the easier it would be for them to resume normal activities. The girl chuckled only to follow up with a bit of a jest of her own. "No, it will be fine. If we both fall, we can just sleep out here." she mentioned. Each step was grueling as she made her way to the house each movement she made required more focus than she'd ever known anything to need. She didn't know it was possible for her body to burn in such a way. "So, is it just me, or does the villa feel really far away right now?"

"Oh, don't say that. It actually sounds like a good idea. A nice rock for a pillow, a warm body to make it through the night, and the need to give it my all just to go to the restroom. Like being back home, but with extra," Fudo said, making obvious light of the situation in numerous ways. He had to agree that the villa seemed much farther away than it truly was, and it was a train of thought he was not having fun with. "It's not just you... though I wish you were wrong."