A calm breeze blew along the dusty field, carrying a little dirt and dust along with it, nothing major. A man suddenly appeared mid-range from Tenzo, in a fashionable manner, almost as if he appeared with the dust. Quite a flashy entrance. Instead of locking eyes with him, he saw the man surveying the area, his eyes flickering left and right. Exactly as described by his ally. He was the one who had come to spar with him, even though he was of the Sand village. Things were neutral between the Sand and the Sound.
Tenzo folded his hands across, and locked eyes with the man, observing him carefully, watching him take a defensive stance, albeit a very cautious one. He had locked his body tight. Soon, a calm wind blew once more, and with the wind, the man ran toward him, during which Tenzo waved his right hand in such a manner, so as to provoke him to come toward him, however as he reached almost short range of him, Tenzo jumped above him, in a diagonal manner and saw the man struggling to come to a sudden halt. He then extended his right palm and struck him on his back, in a diagonal fashion, and as the hit connected, he fell to the floor, his mouth eating dust, and his hair covered in dirt.
Nice try, young man.
(Asshō) - Pressure Palm
Rank: C
Type: Attack
Range: Short
Chakra cost: N/A
Damage points: 15
Description: The user strikes their opponent with a downwards thrust striking them to the floor.