Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-25072069-20161129220140/@comment-25072069-20161202023716

Accepting her request to spar, he reassured her of the power she held in reply to the disadvantaged playing field. Without a thread of emotion exerting it self from her face, “No need for those words. You are a Sarutobi, Show me what you can do” With her simple words, her feet balanced them selves into the ground and her knuckles cracked. His words meant nothing to her, they simply went though one ear and out the other, she was not someone to get ticked off. Sachi could see though that and her placid nature disregarded it entirely. Taking off right before Myōō could finish the word ‘Ladies’, her right and left hand reached into her pouches swiftly and took out two kunai. One thing was for sure, her speed was intense and her foot work was so clean and quick. Honestly she did not have the mind set to analyze words, Her father always told her that “words were usually used as a distraction; the more you think about it, the more ego you give your opponent.” Sachs was not going to be a fool, this was only a spar. One she anticipated due to the fact he would one day not only represent the Hōzuki, but also the Sarutobi.

Ready to turn or dodge at anytime, she easily whipped the kunai in her right hand by the time he said ‘today’. With accuracy and speed, the kunai cut though the air seeming to target his head, this was fairly easy to dodge even though it was a risky location, but she this was only her at a mild state of mind. In fact the kunai was thrown in a way that looked like it was pin pointing his head but would end up only skimming the left side of his head. In use as a distraction. Although she wanted to test his intelligence.

This Sarutobi was pretty fast but only slightly behind her full capacity. Doing this for reasons, her student would soon come to learn since he had never seen her in action. Upon his block of dodge of the Kunai, Sachi would be ready to switch course and follow him, or stop. Once she arrived towards him she’d drop swiftly and kick underneath him with her right leg, in attempt to knock him off balance. If that failed she’d spin back into her rotation and using her left foot she balanced on to escape if needed.

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Staring him down, it was almost like you could see a fire going in her eyes. Just pouncing into a spar like that, was she just too proud or did she just want to get into it. Who knows? Maybe it was the fact she never truly like to be kept waiting.