The swift breeze of takigakure woke
Draygglez up. He sat up and raised the
bed sheets from his body. As he removed the
sheets, they revealed his nakedness. He
wondered what must have happened
when he came into takigakure last night
since they were having a sort of festival
but as far as he was concerned, he had a
pretty good time last night. He went into
the bath tub and had the water running.
He sub merged himself in the water and
freed his head of all his thoughts. For
once, there was no hokage to summon
him as quickly as possible, there was no
mission that required his attention, be it a
D rank or C rank mission. There was no
familiar sound of the birds in konoha. No
sweet smell of ichiraku ramen and finally,
no recognized chatter of the people
around him back at konoha. At that
particular moment, all that mattered was
that he was in a diffrent village, to meet
diffrent people and see diffrent things. He
re- surfaced from the water and washed
himself clean. When he was about to put
on his clothes, he looked at his usual
attire. His everyday attire. Which was his
white shirt and green trousers and he
also looked at the overall green gown he
had brought along with him for
relaxation. He thought for some minutes
and finally decided that a shinobi's life is
never easy. He wore his regular white
shirt and green trousers. And finally, he
put on the over all green gown he had
brought and he tried his best to look like
a normal civilain. He was about leaving
the house when he remembered his
forehead protector. He put it on and
brought out his black scarf. He tied the
scarf on his head and allowed it to cover
the forehead protector. He left home with
his swords and ninja pouch covered by
the overall gown. The first location that
popped into his head was a place surrounded by nature. He thought of it as a perfect
place for a good meditation. Off he went,
directing himself to his destination. He
passed through the market and saw
people in diffrent attire. More diffrent
and weird from those in konoha and he
said to himself...the world is really big
indeed. after walking for about a mile and
half, he got to his destination. At the
entrance, he saw the back view of a
particular boy. The boy was about his
age, he was a bit taller than him but
Draygglez was more built than the boy.
He waved the thought from his mind and
proceeded to sit at the top of a large tree so as to begin his meditation.
Just as he moved on, the boy he had seen
earlier came out of nowhere and bumped
into Draygglez revealing the swords that
were hidden by the gown and at the same
time, allowing the loosely tied scarf fall to
the ground revealing that Draygglez was a
shinobi. He put his hands to his swords bringing the fight to the boy to test his skills since the boy looked pretty skilled to him.

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Binsu watched the scene as if he were a spectator at a night club show. The sight wasn't as impressive as he had hoped it to be, but it was better than staying at his apartment to glare at the rotten wood that made up their walls and the cracked ceiling that hung above them.

The swordsman had made his way towards the outskirts of Takigaure, to a location the local villagers chose to call 'Mire of Lost Statues'. The name seemed only fitting, as the entire field was littered with stone figures of long forgotten idols. Every statue looked more ruined the last, bearing more cracks and standing or laying further and further away from the rest. The man had decided to visit the location as part of his travel destinations, unsure of what to expect of the place when he made the decision. Upon arriving at the sight, the man was quick to spot a pair of young-looking boys, attacking each other with a cold stare whilst holding unstable battle positions; at least they seemed unstable from his point of view,or maybe he was just used to seeing better stances. In all his years of fighting, the swordsman had never seen such stances. Then again, he had never seen a ghost.

The swordsman approached the two slowly, making sure he didn't move too quickly as to alarm either of the two, but moving at a fast enough pace to catch up to the two before they thought about leaving. He waltzed up to the commotion, his left arm holding lightly onto his bamboo umbrella's handle whilst his right arm dangled to and fro by his right hip. Slung by his left hip, in their two unique scabbards were his swords Daken and Seitekki Eji, and slung behind his belt was his collapsed Fuuma shuriken. Underneath the charcoal black Kimono he wore, Binsu had his ANBU armour strapped against his body, and underneath it was his unnoticeable chameleon skin armour. His right eye was covered by a white piece of cloth, which did a great job of hiding the stolen eye he had hid beneath it. On the surface, the swordsman looked peaceful, with a promise of hostility. He never presented himself as a weak stranger, however he never tried to express his true strength through his appearance before. Once he was within six meters in proximity with the two young boys, Binsu stopped in his track and then said aloud, "Pardon my intrusion, gentlemen. I am but a simple swordsman looking or a good fight to watch. Would either of you mind satisfying my thirst for a good battle by competing against each other?" His request was simple: he wanted to see the two fight. After all, they looked too weak for him to fight. He'd need to fight them with an endless amount of handicaps in order to give each just a speck of hope of ever beating him in a fair fight.

Draygglez was startled and he shifted his concentration from the boy to the strange man. He was suprised how a man could ask for a fight from little boys of their age. The man looked a bit scary with everything about him. To Draygglez, his height was intimidating. The man was well built. His hair was covering his face a bit and he had an unusual eye on his left and lastly, he was holding an umbrella. Strange but true, to Draygglez, he knew deep down that the man was skilled in swordship and he did not plan on taking it light with the man. He glanced at the other boy with a look that told him that their fight would have to wait till another day or till after he or the man were done with each other. Draygglez moved a bit foward to the man walking cautiously and ever ready incase the man decides to attack him first. As draygglez approached the man, he saw the other boy leave the scene. Now, Dray saw that it was just him and the man. There was no backing out now. He regretted ever leaving home in the morning...."So much for a civilian life"....he told himself...but he knew that he was a shinobi of the leaf...konoha's very own green leaf in precision.. Now, he was ready. He calmed his nerves and thought of this as a training that required survival at all cost. He moved confidently to the man and said..if I must fight you, won't you do me the honour of knowing your name"... He paused and waited for the response of the strange....

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Draygglez was burning up. Adrenaline
filled every nook and cranny of his
excellent figure. He wondered how long it
would take the man just to spit out his
name. Even the most famous of warriors
and the most recognized shinobi don't
hide their name. It is always a pride for
them to say it loud and clear. He he was
so great and all mighty, then he wouldn't
be walking alone without escorts even if
he was extremely skilled. Even the kages
of the five nations have their names
planted on the lips of the youngest of
infants including the ones given birth to
yesterday. He wondered why the man
hesitated. He wondered if the man's
name had some terrible attachments to it
like a curse or a key to something big.
Something great. Something that would
shake the world off it's feets. He also
jokingly thought that maybe mere
pronunciation of the man's name would
break down the heavens or simply cause
the slightest change in the atmosphere.
Dray waved off the thought. He began to
think like a shinobi that he was. Not all
shinobis are to be trusted even if he
believed all shinobis to be comrades. He
had encountered many experiences with
numerous shinobis, each with different
attributes, diffrent skills but most are
grouped with the same killing intent. He
remembered his last encounter where his
innocent looking opponent approached
him timidly and streched out a hand
waiting for dray to take it as a sign of a
fair fight. Unknown for dray, he had
almost shook the hand of his opponent
when his instincts kicked in. His senses of
the forest were activated since their battle
arena was a place all green. The deceiving
opponent had set a clone that threw
kunais at dray immediately he tried to
take his opponents hand. It wasn't much
to worry about since his speed took care
of the situation but he still got a slight cut
on his left arm that was later treated.
Unlike other shinobis who believe that the
past is gone and face their present, dray
also focused on his present at the same
time learning from his past and trying not
to repeat the same mistakes again. All
this thoughts pin- pointed to the fact that
what if his opponent was the tricky-
natured type. What if he wasn't hesitating
to say his name. What if he was trying to
buy a little time and attack dray from a
blind spot. He couldn't take any chances.
Dray was about flippn back and holding a
defensive ground when the man spurted
out his name after some words he had
said earlier. All those did not matter to
dray. All he picked from the sentence was
the keyword in it, not some pre- ambles
or suffixes. "Nameless"....
The name stuck like a shell to a snail. But
considering the way the name was
presented, reverse was the case. Dray
didn't feel any chill down his spine like he
usually felt whenever he was nervous.
Having heard the name, his next thought
was strategy. Using bukijutsu against a
bukijutsu specialist might be quite
challenging but dray wasn't a slacker at
bukijutsu either. He had focused his time
and trained his bukijutsu specialization
up to B- rank with all three of his swords.
Wasn't that a great feet indeed, when
most shinobis couldn't handle more than
one sword at a time. He was about testing
out the man like he usually did on his
opponents when he heard something that
caught his attention. Something that
peered into his very heart and sought out
the inner him. It was a challenge. The
man was questioning dray's skill. His
ability. His greatness. He wondered if the
man truly meant it or if he was just trying
to piss him off and make him lose focus.
Dray vowed to either take something
from the end of the match from the man,
receive something as commendation for
his skill and bravery or most
impoertantly, leave the man a sign he
would remember for eternity. A BATTLE
SCAR.... Dray moved back streching the
distance between him and the man ten
metres away. He performed two backflips
to hide the process of him withdrawing
a kunai and a shuriken from his pockets and aiming
the first at the man's wind pipe and the
second at his left ear. Without wasting
much time, dray withdrew another two shurikens
and immediately aimed them at the man
depending whether he changed location
or not. The third shuriken was aimed at a
soft spot on the stomach and the fourth
shuriken was aimed at a tendon beside
his left knee. According to dray's
calculations, if the first kunai were to hit
the wind pipe, it would definitely caused
bleeding and continuous bleeding would
lead to diziness due to much loss of
blood. If the second shuriken was on target, at least, slightly
hitting the left ear would cause loss of
balance to the man since the ear is the
organ responsible for that. The third
shuriken meant for the soft spot in the
stomach might cause bleeding and thus
reduce his speed. Lastly, if the fourth
shuriken were to slash the tendon beside
the left knee, the man would be definitely
immobile for some minutes and would be
really slow throughout the rest of the
battle.
Dray wasn't expecting all four darts to hit
the bullseye but if at least one could hit
target, then, he had won a jackpot. He
leaped into a tree and watched the
scenario.

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Immediately dray leaped into the tree to watch the outcome of his attack on his opponent, be it succesful or a failure, he couldn't afford to take any chances since he did not know if his opponent was a close range or longe rainge fighter. As he leapt into the tree, he thought of his next move just as his opponent dodged the fair two projectiles he had aimed at him. The other two projectiles wouldn't do him much harm, he figured out. Dray quickly performed 2 bushins just as his opponent rose from the attack of the first projectiles. After making the bushins, he and the other bushin slid quietly down the tree into a nearby bush three meters away still having a visual on the battlefield. After his opponent had taken the hit of the second projectiles without getting hurt, his opponent settled in for his attack. Bringing out a large fuuma shuriken. He figured out that the opponent didn't detect that the him still on the tree was a clone even though one of the opponent's eye was a mystery to him. The eye looked like a transplant but he wasn't sure what kind of transplant it was. He couldn't get close enough to find out. For this reason, he had to make no mistakes,so his strategy would be complete. Without wasting time at all, the opponent flung the massive shuriken directly in dray's clone's direction. Backing it up with a series of hand seals that multiplied the fuuma shuriken to approximately a hundred with one of the shurikens aimed directly at his clone's head hoping to decapaitate it. Considering the range and speed of the shurikens, he himself couldn't risk it. Still inside the bushes, he quickly defended he and the clone with him-Moku shonheki no jutsu-wood barrier techniqueincase any of the shurikens found it's way to their location. After the attack had died down, dray and the clone came out of the bush with his face down and a smirk on preparing for the second part of his strategy in which the clone would play a major part in deceiving the opponent. ...did you actually think I was going to go down with a couple of shurikens? If I was, I wouldn't have started the fight in the first place... he said so in a mocking form at the same time, looking at the piece of wood he had infused chakra into hoping to use it as a substitution later on. He raised up his head and to his suprise, he couldn't find his opponent. He was startled but he tried not to show it. What in the hell was he?? He questioned himself and looked at his clone with keen interest. He searched through the forest with his keen eyes but couldn't find anithing. He took every picture of what he had saw in his head. Still, nothing was coming to him. He moved some metres back and kept on leaping from tree to tree since the area was abundant in trees with his clone following in his trail. He got onto a tree well hidden but he could still see the battle ground perfectly. He surveyed the area and tried to look for something unusual. Finally, he noticed something, he remembered that his opponent had just one umbrella. But now, there were two umbrellas lying on the battle field. Did his opponent hide the other umbrella?? Or was it a trap?? He had never experienced such before.
Without wasting much time, he made up his mind and decided to forfeit his strategy and think of another strategy that wouldn't involve a clone. He sent down the clone in the direction of the umbrellas. Since he knew that the clone couldn't go more than fifteen metres away from him, he remembered calculating the distance between him and his opponent to be thirteen metres since the opponent ran at his clone while throwing the fuuma shuriken. His clone got down and began running towards the umbrellas. At the same time, dray prepared for and offensive jutsu that wouldn't give away his location so easily.

Spoiler:

Infused 5 chakra into Log-prep for kawarimi jutsu.

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CP: 125/150

Good news and bad news... He felt good.. He had figured out the mystery, the second umbrella was actually the man's transformation... True... But from his location, he watched as his clone poofed away from a swoop of the swordman's weapon. He saw as the man spotted him and charged towards him.. How was that possible.. He was well camouflaged with his surroundings.. How in the world did the man spot him.. He remembered reading about the Byakugan in konoha's library.. He thought again, the man was not from konoha..how in the world did he get it if it was truly a byakugan because apart from a sensory skill, that was how he could spot him out... But the mysterious eye backed up the fact that it was surely a byakugan..In a twinkle of an eye, the swordman's sword was directly above him moving at his throat....the word.... how come...stuttered out of his mouth as he fell into his subconciousnes... The sight he met was touching... He saw his father, mother and beautiful younger sister, dining together on a royal table...Are you eager to join us?.. He was baffled..joining them meant he was going to have to die since he could well remember that his family had died in a war many years back..... Without much of a chance to answer, his father continued...yes. To join us, you would have to die in your current world.. A world we left years ago.. But do remember that if you decide to join us by dieing, then, our family rites which differs from our clans' would fade away with the ashes since there won't be anyone to uphold it... But do know that we aren't expecting you this soon..... We have high hopes for you.... Those last words echoed in his ears just as everything faded and he was brought back to life... High hopes... For me... Suddenly, he remembered the surrounding, the fight, the swordsman, the sword!!! But it was too late now, he couldn't block or dodge the sword aimed at his throat with such speed.. If the sword were to be aimed at another part of his body, he would have painfully received the hit... But directly at his throat, no way, his head might be completely decapaitated.... Decapaitated.... Decapaitated..... Decapaitated..... That was it... That was the strategy... He flashed on his fight with the speedster... A man so fast that all that was left of him each time he took of was the wind but he defeated him with a brilliant strategy.... Now, he could live up to the high hopes of his family... With just about two inches to impact, he found what he was looking for... Some metres away was the log of wood he had previously infused chakra in.. Without wasting any more time, he performed the substitution technique and appeared at the log's position with the log in his position. He thought confidently to himself... He had been playing the game of the swordsman all the time... It was time for the swordsman to dance to the tune of his music.... With a series of handseals, he slammed his hand on the ground....-DOTON-MUD WOLVES.... Summoning a maximum of 3 large mud wolves that charged at the man with great speed... Backing his attack with another set of hand seals....NINJA ART- TILE SHURIKEN...Raising up objects from the floor, flattening them into sharp edged shurikens and directing them at the man..... With a sigh of relief, his thought to himself.... Afterall, the byakun is for seeing through a vast distance unlike the sharingan that grants quick reflexes to attacks.... Now, you'ι̥ι̥ play by my rules....

Spoiler:

CP:85/150
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Feeling a little bit exhausted, Dray knew he had to end this battle soon but giving up wasn't an option. He watched as his mud wolves followed his target. Much to his suprise, he saw his opponent running straight at him. How in the world did that happen, he thought to himself. Then, he figured it out. The targets his wolves pursued were bushins. Without wasting any chakra, he didmissed the wolves. He watched as his target kept on coming at him unhindered by the tile shurikens Dray sent earlier as his opponent some how found a way to by pass them. His opponent was closing in. Dray's brain was busy. Executing all forms of strategies. When his opponent was some meters away from him, a smirk lit up on his face as he said mischeviously....[color=green]It is finished[/green]... As he silently performed a jutsu - Doton: double suicide decapaitation technique... Dray would disappear into the ground and emerged with his target stuck into the earth and his head above the ground... Escaping from this jutsu was possible but countering it before its execution was impossible since the opponent wouldn't see it coming.... With his opponent stuck in the ground, he knew that his opponent had the potentials to escape very soon looking at his physical strength.. For this reason, Dray had to act fast.. This strategy had to work if he really wanted to end this battle or he would be too exhausted to fight anymore.... His confidence kicked in as he performed another jutsu... Mokuton: four wooden pillar prison... As wooden pillars erupted from the ground around his buried target, imprisoning him.. Now, for the last piece of his strategy, he didn't have any intention of killing his target, so he had to be careful with the jutsu... With a calm mind, he performed some hand seals resulting into - Mokuton: jubaku eiso- binding nest technique.... His opponent was done for... Nestling trees strated growing around his opponent tightening him.. If his opponent didn't give up or escape soon, unless Dray stopped the jutsu, his opponent would be crushed by the trees or probably left unconsious by Dray.... Three traps.. All at once... With his opponent trapped, Dray waited for his opponents move... Be it giving up humbly or trying to escape effortlessly...

Spoiler:

CP:45/150
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Game over.

Binsu watched as he saw the figure of the boy got bigger and bigger, a clear sign that he was getting closer and closer. All was going well for the swordsman; his two clones had managed to keep the wolves occupied, but moments after the wolves were quickly dissipated, most likely by the user, the clones too decided to vanish into the odd realm they had once been summoned from. Each clone had served its purpose, there was no other reason to keep them around anymore, they'd simply eat up his chakra without proving much use to him at all.

The offense had been brought to the kid once more. In the all the previous attempts the kid had somehow managed to avoid all of Binsu's attacks, which was an  impressive feet on its on, however the kid's luck had jut about ran out. He was exhausted, Binsu could tell. It didn't take the Byakugan to notice the sweat building up around the kid's forehead, and any experienced perceptionist could have seen that his heart was beating much faster than before and the time before each breath shortened: he was showing obvious signs of fatigue, whereas Binsu looked just half as tired as he was.

The kid needed a break, and Binsu would have been more than happy to give him one, but the swordsman strongly doubted the kid would give in and accept defeat so early into their battle. The terrain had yet to be disturbed, the habitats of the animals nearby were yet to be destroyed. From an experienced fighter's point of view, the battle was merely in its rudimental stages. Blood was yet to shed. It came to the point where Binsu's cockiness and over confidence began to take control of his actions, but what happened next would leave the swordsman astounded.

Binsu took his last step towards the green-haired boy, before rapidly sinking into the ground to the overwhelming pull of the boy's arms. 'Ahh, double suicide technique,' Binsu thought to himself, as he recognised the technique much too easily. The kid hadn't given him any warnings at all, or rather Binsu hadn't bothered to check. His mind was fixated on the attempt at slashing the kid's head off that he had forgotten the boy could retaliate. His self-cockiness had lead him to his grave, but he wasn't planning on staying there. A high ranked shinobi such as he couldn't be stopped by such a week technique, he wouldn't accept defeat from a kid. He couldn't. And he didn't...

The swordsman sank into the earth in little less than a second, but then he chose to sink himself even deeper, two meters deeper than his opponent would've wanted him to, before quickly moving throuh the ground underneath the genin's feet and then suddenly re-emerging a meter and a half behind him. Without wasting a second more, Binsu charged his left arm with a large spiralling coil of an electric current, before shaping it into a Chinese dragon's head roughly three times bigger than his own arm. The dragon gave off a loud crackling sound, which would've been a useful warning sign to his opponents, had they been stronger and faster than his current opponent was. In a little over two second the Jutsu's creation had been complete, now it was time to execute it. There was no doubt the boy had figured out his new location, but he wouldn't have had time to react to it. If he did, based on Binsu's observations of his movement speed, he wouldn't have been able to avoid the Jutsu fast enough. The swordsman shot the dragon head straight towards the boy, which moved at a speed of 30m/s. The boy was done for.

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160/300:

Usable WC: 4138 (- 4050 training Endurance B-2 > A-2)

Left over: 88

Total WC: 4138 (4 EP)

Dray was suprised at how his oppponent managed to evade that attack. A perfect strategy he knew his oponent would commend after the battle. Without much breathing space, his opponent emerged behind him and in a twinkle of an eye, he shot a raiton jutsu against dray... Looking at the speed of it, Dray had none but one technique that was fast enough to evade this attack. The technique was the body flicker technique. Should he use it? He refused. Hw wouldn't run from a fight. But another thought occured to him. Every warrior has his day. A wise warrior knows when to run and when to fight. He wanted to shift away from the course of the attack so, it would hit him more less after which he would surrender. But what was the point of surrending when he might get fatally hurt. With few inches to impact, Dray had no choice. He said in a low tone to his opponent......HE WHO FIGHTS AND RUN LIVES TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY. WE SHALL MEET AGAIN.... He performed the bodyflicker technique and he was gone with no traces for his opponent to follow.

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