With his arms crossed, Ace stood upon the barren wasteland, rubbing off the slight sweat dripping off his face, uncrossing his arms and putting them in his pocket. A grey haired man sat on the ground, eating something.
Oi! You there! What is a Suna shinobi doing here? You look like you could last in a fight, heh. I challenge you to fight me. If you deny, I'll attack you without any hesitation hehehe
Stretching his hands and arms, he placed his hands back in his pocket, and took off his hat, placing it down.