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The subtle sun and the smell of earth was nostalgic to Ryuu, the sensation coursing through him like his own blood. A particular individual appears in front of him in a shinobi attire; with definite passion in his eyes. The naked Noldor physique while looked eerily intimidating, Ryuu knew the opponent knew what he was getting into. His intent sensing tingled as he could feel the repercussions of this bout.
But **** it.
The contenders stood 10 meter apart gazing into each others eyes, silent until Ryuu did the honor of breaking the silence. Already assuming no definite stance, Ryuu begins to run towards the man in front of him. It wasn't long that Ryuu reaches striking distance(arm's length) from his 'Bushy Browed' opponent after the short quick run. On getting to the new position, Ryuu halts with his left foot, using it as a pivot. His left side would be facing Lee, left arm tucked by his sides, covering the ribs and the left side of his torso thus allowing unhindered vision. Left foot forward, slightly separated from the right foot which is behind as Ryuu throws a right hook towards the left side of his neck, winding and disorienting Lee. The balance firm on the ground giving Ryuu the dexterity to shift positions of the upper parts of his body and shifts his weight freely without having to move away from his position. Thus he would be able to retrieve his right fist backwards and still muster new momentum for another straight right hand punch with the same fist but not going for consecutive punches.
Knowing that the first attack is something Lee would easily deal with, following the right punch, Ryuu brings his right side backwards(which means his left side would again be moving back to its initial position at the front like a beam balance) while Ryuu untucks his left arm and from below, he would punch upwards, connecting his left fist with the right side of Lee's chest, sending him flying backwards with some pain and dented ribs.
My friend, shall we dance?