LoK's RnR//Official, like our previous fight.
-No Ninjutsu. Let's make this a Freeform, Taijutsu and Kenjutsu fight.
-Takes place in a eastern-styled wooden dojo; see image below.
I'll make the first move.
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Azuma stood only a few meters across from his opponent, his eyes meeting theirs in a rather climactic fashion. The area around them was bare, as traditional buildings tended to be, but rather pretty. The boarded walls creaked in the wind, and the rice-paper window shades fluttered in time. Of course, despite the rather theatrical nature of the setting of this match, this wasn't going to be anything particularly special. It was a sparring battle, designed to test both shinobi's close-quarters physical prowess. Nothing more, nothing less. A workout, if you would.
Plus, I've been relying on my Sharingan a little too much. Not that I'd ever admit it.
Yes. That too, embarrassing as it was. Regardless, the green-haired boy quickly let his right leg shift backwards and leant back a slight bit, taking a forward-facing Strong Fist Taijutsu stance. He'd made the mistake of attacking first too often, so instead, Azuma then beckoned for the opponent to move forwards with his left hand, allowing a shit-eating grin to spread across his face.
"Come at me."
-No Ninjutsu. Let's make this a Freeform, Taijutsu and Kenjutsu fight.
-Takes place in a eastern-styled wooden dojo; see image below.
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Azuma stood only a few meters across from his opponent, his eyes meeting theirs in a rather climactic fashion. The area around them was bare, as traditional buildings tended to be, but rather pretty. The boarded walls creaked in the wind, and the rice-paper window shades fluttered in time. Of course, despite the rather theatrical nature of the setting of this match, this wasn't going to be anything particularly special. It was a sparring battle, designed to test both shinobi's close-quarters physical prowess. Nothing more, nothing less. A workout, if you would.
Plus, I've been relying on my Sharingan a little too much. Not that I'd ever admit it.
Yes. That too, embarrassing as it was. Regardless, the green-haired boy quickly let his right leg shift backwards and leant back a slight bit, taking a forward-facing Strong Fist Taijutsu stance. He'd made the mistake of attacking first too often, so instead, Azuma then beckoned for the opponent to move forwards with his left hand, allowing a shit-eating grin to spread across his face.
"Come at me."