Asuma Sarutobi in sig.Asuma patiently lit up a cigarette, with hands in his pockets. The sky was clear, the air was cool, the breeze was gentle, and it was slightly sunny. Perfect weather. With slow footsteps, and a serious gaze on his face, one which was constant, entered Cifer, coming to a stop, when he was about short range from Asuma. Asuma took one puff of the cigarette and started warming up, crackling his bones and stretching his legs and arms. Locking both hands into tight fists, and keeping them near his abdomen, Asuma looked at Cifer. He observed him carefully for quite some time.
Slowly moving around him, Asuma outstretched his right arm and performed a quick punch aimed at Cifer's abdomen, which sent him flying in an angular fashion.