Ginger smiled. "I know," she said putting her sword back into it's case. She looked at Kinny. "I'm very glad that I didn't cut your arm off," she said.

Kinaga laughed. "Yeah, me too." He sheathed his sword and sat down. "So, you still wanna know what I was gonna tell you?"

Ginger fell backwards but stopped and landed indian style. "Yep," she said looking upwards at the clouds.

Kinaga smiled and took his sword back out. He showed her the hilt of it, which had a sutra tag on it, with the Japanese marking for wind. He ran two of his fingers over the seal, and it felt the same as the hilt because it had blended with the hilt. "My suggestion, always put a seal of some kind on the hilt of your sword. It will only take chakra to bond it, but when you use it in battle, it takes no chakra whatsoever. So if you have no chakra left, it comes in really handy. After a while, the seal will fuse with the blade though," he told her with a light smile.

Gingers eyes widden. "No chakra huh, that's cool," she said. She sat back. "I wonder what seal I'll put on my mines," she said with a shrug. "What do you think," she asked. She pulled her sword from her back case an all and looked at it.

Kinaga smiled and took a piece of her hair and looked at it. "You're hair would say fire. I say surprise them with something else, but fire actually would suit you nicely." he said, smiling at her.

Ginger just blinked. "Fire huh, matches my new personality, that's for sure," she said with a smile.

Kinaga laughed and let the piece of her hair go. "It would definitely suit your new personality, that's for sure." He smiled. "Now all we have to do is find a blank seal." Hmm...I hope I remember how to do it though..... he thought. He grinned and said "I hope I still remember how to make the seal," he said with a small laugh.

Ginger dropped her head. "I'm not even going to ask how you forgot," she said with a small laugh. She looked up and pulled out a seal and handed it to him. "There ya go."

Kinaga frowned and looked at the seal for a second. He looked up at Ginger and grinned. "Do you just carry those around with you?" He smiled and shook his head a little. "Nevermind. So, fire, right?" He bite his finger and wrote the symbol for fire on the seal. He looked at her. "Now, just put it on your blade and let your chakra flow to the blade. It needs to be your chakra so it can recognize that you're it's master."

Ginger blinked and shrugged. "You can never be too prepared," she said with a smile. She took the seal and placed on the blade following Kinaga's direction. "There we go," she said witha smile. "Fire."

Kinaga almost jumped up as the blade of the sword burst into flames. "Now that's just cool," he said smiling. "But you should probably make it back to normal before the grass starts on fire," he said with a small laugh. "You should be able to do other things with it than make it burst into flames though." He stood up. "Let's try it out, shall we?" he said smiling.

Ginger eyes widen. "Oops, I so didn't know that was going to happen," she said standing. She started to shake the blade. "How do I get it to change back," she asked.

Kinaga smiled as he remembered the first time his blade activated like that. He'd nearly took down a building with a tornado. He laughed at the thought. "All you have to do is think for it to go back to normal. Since your chakra's enfused with it, it will respond to whatever you say or think. After it goes back to normal, I'll show you what I mean."

Ginger shrugged as she looked back at the blade. She concetrated and it turned back to normal. "There we go," she said with a smile. She looked at Kinaga and waited for her next lesson.

Kinaga smiled. "Okay, here's something that will come in handy too." He walked over to her and gently took the blade. He looked at her. "Tell it to start on fire and watch what happens."

Ginger blinked. She had a bad feeling about this, but what Kinaga said she'd do because she knew nothing about blades and their seals. She side stepped some so she wouldn't be in the way of the blade. She'd seen how she nearly rosted Kinaga and didn't want the same to happen to her. "Fire," she said.

Kinaga flinched a little as both the blade and it's handle set on fire. "See?" he said a little shakely. He smiled and handed it back to Jay and the fire on the handle immediately went out as it touched her hand. He shook his hand off a little. That burned more than I thought it would....she definitely has some strong chakra.... He smiled at her. "It responds immediately to your touch. And if it's in the hands of an enemy, it'll come right back to you if you tell it to. It doesn't matter where it may be."

Ginger eyes widden at the sigh of the handle catching a fire. She took the blade from Kinny. "You really shouldn've done that," she said. "You could have just told me," she said as the blade turned back to normal. "But it's really cool altogether." she said with a smile.

Kinaga grinned. "I could've just told you, but that would've been a bit boring, now wouldn't it have?" he said with a laugh. Something told him he might get hit for that comment. He knew the whole time something like that would happen. He tried not to let it bother him too much, but his hand still stung lightly from the fire.

Ginger sighed. "Geez Kinaga, I guess you're right," she said looking down at the grass and kicking it a bit. "Emo."

Kinaga mock-frowned, then laughed. "Who're you calling emo?" he said, laughing. He'd never been called emo before in his life and he found it utterly hilarious. "So I like playing with fire occasionally, that doesn't make me emo," he said sarcastically.

Ginger kicked the grass again this time dirt shot into the air a bit. She shrugged still looking down. "Pyromaniac."

Kinaga's smile faded a bit and he walked over to her andput his arm around her a little playfully. "Hey, is there something wrong Ging?" He still found it a little akward that he had to call her Ging, but he'd have to get used to it.

Ginger looked up. "Emo and a pyromaniac, what else you got for me, Goth?" She asked with a grin. Her eyes bright with amusement.