*flashback*
Wolfgang awoke slowly from his large bed, he felt weird still waking up in a bed that wasnt made from a newspaper or a gravel road, and since he had no nerves it wasnt the feeling that was the problem, it was awaking with stiff muscles and slow reactions for a while, the problem with sleeping on the ground after.
He decided today to wear gear fit for training, he bore a mess shirt, showing his tattoos very well, and black training pants with boots. He decided not to wear his gas mask, since he was in the village that he was used to, other villages tended to mess his sinuses up, so he used a breather to edit the humidity in the air, it also helped after his jutsus, since acid left a very pungent odour.
He decided to actually wear the headband that the village had given him, the same one that he had gotten when he had been anointed a genin, it was bloodstained to all hell, with no hopes of getting it fully cleaned, and there were more nicks in the metal then he could count, this headband had seen a full scale war before he was the age of 15.

As he walked through the village towards the training area he decided that he wanted to test the ninja of this village, some of the lower ranked ninja, to make sure they were up to snuff. He had had his fill with genin though, just a few days ago being given a new genin to train and he was in charge of training the clans as well. He was feeling chuunin today, though not of his own clan, he had trained them enough for his liking lately, he wanted to scope out a few of the chuunin from the training grounds to make sure theyre up to snuff.

When he arrived he saw many ninja training, as it was a nice day outside. He saw genin and sensei sparring. New ninjas learning to throw shuriken and kunai and many other things. He walked over to a enclosure like area made from logs, measuring 15m across in radius the arena was for more serious sparring, between older genin and chuunin and the occasional Spec Jounin like himself.

He yelled out a challenge to any chuunin to fight him, calling out for a fair spar to any who could hear him. He took his metal armor mask from his pack as he awaited someone brave enough to fight him. He surely hoped this day went well.

Ryu's day has not been quite a big one. He did not really know what to do, since he wanted to get done with everything he had to do for the weekend the day before and that now he was not doing anything much interesting except wandering around these damn training grounds trying to find someone with who he could talk, maybe train. He was not against a spar either, but it would be more effort than what he would bargain for. But then again, sparring was not his specialty but one of the things he enjoyed the most in here, close to the village, as many shinobi of high-level liked to spar and show their skill. Ryu usually learned a couple of tricks as well from some of them, yet today he did not do much and it was already two hours past noon. He was planning on going back to his home before he heard a man calling for a challenge. It wasn't a proper call, but it seemed like he invited anyone skilled enough to be considered chuunin-level to go on and defy him. Ryu smiled, and saluted the guy from far, maybe what seemed like a dozen of meters or so.

"Hey you! You looking for a spar?"

EDIT: Can't continue here I guess, so I'll have to act like I can't spar.

However, Ryu suddenly remembered that he had to do something, and needed to rush all the way back home. He, in fact, did so rather quickly and made his way to home, bowing his head in apology, and running back to where he was earlier, as fast as possible. He felt a bit embarrassed at this point in time since he was kind of dumb to forget that he left something important undone at home. But he still had to go nevertheless, or else his father would get a bit mad and that would most likely mean a rather great consequence such as extra-training (not that Ryu did not like training, far from that) or no dinner/breakfast on the next day, edgy stuff like that. But that was some edgy stuff Ryu did not want to happen, and so he boosted his speed a bit more and ran all the way home as fast as he could.

WC: 370
[Exit]

STR: D-0 > D-1 (25 Ryo, 325 words)

The air around was misty and nice, he would have relished to feel the cool air against his face, but his numb skin felt none of the mist nor the breeze, the only hint there was one was the sound of the wind, it had been years since he had even thought about his feeling. He used to hate the fact that he lacked the sense of touch, it used to burn him up inside and bring him to even murder, though that was all behind him after he became a sage all of those negative emotions left him and what was left was peace, and now his hunger for power came from the emotion to better himself.
Wolfgang looked around as he challenged, all of the chuunin that he knew walked away or pretended not to hear him, it brought a wide smile to his face all of the ninja in the area were fearful, though it wasnt much to show since there were many who were stronger them he, it still brought a smile to his face.
And then a young voice broke the silence, his thin eyebrows peaked upwards as he turned around to see a local genin, newly appointed from the looks of him, since Wolf knew almost every ninja in the village. Wolfgang turned and smiled, looking the him over, he had spiky hair and was a larger size for his age, of which Wolfgang guessed 14 or 15.
So kid youre up fr a tussle? You know who i am right? My names Wolfgang Osada He extended a large muscled hand to shake towards the young kid, having to reach down a bit due to Wolfgangs 7ft something height.
First to get the other to say mercy sound good? He smiled grimly, cracking his thick neck and hearing it pop and crack, his hair was currently unkempt due to a recent levelof inactivity of missions, his thick blue hair bunched in a small bun behind his head, and a thick blue beard. He was immensely proud of any genin that could walk up to him and challenge him.

Sitting upon the hair of the earth getting green stains upon his clothing and itchy skin seemed to be a perk he enjoyed about living Burittsu gave a smile as his eye’s were firmly focused upon the bright blue sky. His ears enjoyed hearing the sound of training going on into the background as if it was a form of music but deep down he did not have the heart to look at the sensei’s and students when he could not even do anything to save his own. Even if he and his sensei only had been together for leaving of Kiri and experiencing his first actual ninja battle he missed the teacher with a passion. Gripping the grass in anger and frustration he felt his heart flutter his eyes focused upon the clouds as his mind seemed to be upon the fact how weak he he attempted to train himself without a sensei but it was obvious that he would not get anywhere without a little guidance. Giving a sigh the male stood up gave a good stretch as it seemed he would once more attempt to train alone taking in a deep breath he calmed his nerves and lowered his heart pace. Within a few moments the sound of training quickly died out and this quickly caught the ears of Burittsu as the melody of persistence and dedication quickly died out a voice took over filling the air with motivation but yet fear. A challenge it seemed and one Burittsu would never turn down.

Turning around he was faced with a surprise indeed his teacher himself seemed to be standing upon the battlefield his eyes meeting that of his sensei’s at first Burittsu was full of joy but he soon realized that he was still weak and this was probably a test set on him to conquer his greatest challenge. Gripping his fists tight into a ball the male swiftly darted over the field standing in front of the male he dared called his Sensei he only had one option to find out the truth if this male was his actual teacher or not his blood burned with a passion as his anger was easily seen through his eyes and fist. With a furious roar of anger Burittsu’s fist’s grew tighter and the male himself only gazed upon the shinobi eager enough to punch a hole through his body if the male dared lie to him the slightest. He was full of nothing but emotions that he dared not tap into he felt relieved but also sad with a dash of anger on top. Shaking where he stood it had seem Burittsu accepted the challenge of the male standing firm and ready for anything he would throw at him. He knew he only had one goal to get stronger and free his teacher from the grasp of his enemy looking upon the male his ambition only grew stronger and stronger as his resolve was now clear enough to make him a threat.

“You are not Sensei!”

WC: 508

It was a pleasent day in Kirigakure, just a slight mist swept cross the training grounds. The area was quite busy with sensai and student training and rivals sparring to better each other. Sukoshi leant against against a tree sitting on the border of the training grounds glaring jealously at all the groups coming together. He always felt as though he was always outcasted by everybody but he still came everyday to watch the squads train together hoping that someone may want him to join them also. There was nothing special about today it felt until Sukoshi spotted a monsterous man walking across the training grounds and then posting camp up in an enclosed area made of logs. The man was scary to say the least sporting a mesh shirt, black training pants and boots. You could clearly see that the man had extensive tattooistry on his torso through the mess shirt adding more to his cut throat exterior.

Sukoshi was only observing the man, who must of been at least seven foot tall, for a short period of time before he heard the man shout out a challange offering any Chunnin who thought themselves tough enough to fight him and see. After that a lot of the Chunnin walked away and began to act like they didn't even hear the man's challange but to Sukoshi's amazement a tall, slim built teen came up and seemed to have taken him up on the challange. The teen had medium, spikey gray hair and wore Kirigakure branded black gloves. The monster of a man took the teen up on his challange also revealing that the man's actual name is Wolfgang Osada. Sukoshi was just about to go over and offer the teen a hand against Wolfpack but the scene was then again introduced to another shinobi.

This time by another tall teen with short, navy hair slightly parted to the right and wore no shirt but a cloth wrapped around his head and a scarf around his neck. The teen seemed to be angry at Wolfgang for some reason, the only way Sukoshi knew this was that not long before he noticed that same shinobi picking blades of grass from the ground. The new arrival looked strangely surprised and unsure of what to think, glimpse of rage occasionally coming to the surface, before he accused the man of not being his sensai.

Looking at the two teens Sukoshi could tell that they were no chance against Wolfgang especially considering he was from a legendary family in Kirigakure the Osada. Even with his help it was unlikely that they would even cause this monster to break a sweat but he needed the training no matter where he got it or how hurt he got from doing it. Sukoshi leaped to the scene stepping inbetween the two teens and Wolfgang. "Now what's all this I'm hearing about sparring? Do you mind if I join you boys here? I hate bullies." Sukoshi said smugly while not taking his off Wolfgang. Sukoshi formed the Tiger sign and stepped back with the two teens now either side of him.

WC: 528

Flashback
Light came into his eyes, Wolfgang squinted at the intrusion. Walking in the door was two guards, they held bundles of something in their arms. They motioned towards him as they unfurled their bundles, wolfgang noticed the gleam of metal and the smell of iron and steel...and blood.
Come to torture me eh? he heard one grunt and the other told him to shut his mouth unless asked, it even made wolfgang giggle.
They wallked over and he only knew they were asking questions about the denfenses of kiri and the location of other ninjas in kumo. No, you arent important enough Then they started whipping him.He only knew because of the sounds, the crack of the whip brought nothing to him, his senses were so far gone he wouldnt have known they were whipping him if he didnt hear it.
Wolfgang looked up, whispering to the guard,Harder buddy, every whp you give me im going to break a bone of yours...so keep going He smiled eviliy at the duo, the crakc of the whip stopping for a moment, not knowing if he was serious or not.
Flashback End

Wolfgang looked over the three genin ninja, shaking his head at the intruding memory. He smiled thinly as he registered their challenge.
Oh, all three on one are we sure that that is fair of you im only one man. He laughed deeply as he walked to the center of the fighting pit. He flexed his hands a few times as he prepared himself, Well first one unconcious wins i guess, like normal eh burritsu? And you two, what are your names? i like to know whom i fight He spun himself around making sure to keep his eyes on all of them, he then pulled the sunglasses off of his face and tossed them over to the edge of the arena.
Dont hold back, if you do youll feel it in the morn. I wont break any of you i promise. Come on! He yelled out as he focused his mind and body, feeling the ambiant nature chakra around him and staying completely still, with his eyes closed his senses were limited to only hearing and it was a pristine feeling, the world became only a few tweets from a local bird and the sounds of combat around him from other combatants.
His hands began to move in a slow cadence, as his eyes reopened ready for combat, as he waited his new beard and hair blew in the wind, his time in prison seemed to do its number on him.
Im ready, come and get me
WC400

Keep going without the other guy he must have lft or something

Gazing upon Wolfgang he only wondered why was this man so calm it was hard for Burittsu to even believe this man was actually his sensei. Cracking his neck and his wrists he only knew one thing and had one reason to fight quickly dashing towards Wolfgang his body quickly leaped in the path of the sun. Making it hard for this male to even pinpoint his exact position it had been a while since they two of them conducted in battle against each other. Following down towards the earth Burittsu appeared to have his right arm cocked back as his left hand rested upon his right shoulder. Focusing most of his strength into the fist of his he knew it would do absolutely nothing but it was worth trying no matter what his confidence in himself was high.

“This can’t be Wolfgang..”

As he came down above the male he aimed for button as the chin of his enemy was his target the known button to all human’s if it gets pushed too hard. With his attempted swing this felt as if he did it before as the weird feelings of deja vu crept into him giving him a weird sensation his mind only began to process where this was familiar. Only to recall when him and his teacher was out and about training out in the land that belonged to Kumo as he also recalled being mauled half to death and awaking behind a prison cell.

“Tsk..”

As he refocused upon the being down below him his eyes narrowing down upon him in frustration but also anger on why his Sensei did not attempt to fight for his freedom on the spot. It was for the best as it seemed Burittsu still needed his teacher to help train him and become stronger for the day when he truly needs to use his learned and trained abilities. The boy seeked revenge deep down but was also glad to see his Sensei out and about and free of the opposing ninja he only wondered when did he find the time to escape. He carried so many questions deep down but words were best for later at least not now under the flight of combat with a grin he continued on his assault.

WC: 382

Sukoshi listened to this towering man as he sarcastically claimed that the three of them against him was unfair, Sukoshi smirked at that remark as he continued to speak. He seemed to know Burittsu and then asked the names of him and the other shinobi next to him. Feeling as though it was rude if he was not to answer the man, Sukoshi smirked and replied. "My name is Sukoshi Kemono, now that I have answered your question it would only be common courtesy to return the kindness."

But before he knew it Burittsu had charged at the man leaping into the air with his fist brandished. A little shocked by the turn of events, Sukoshi saw this as the chance he needed to obtain the upperhand in this spar. As the man was focused on Burittsu's upcoming attack, Sukoshi dashed and hid in the surrounding bushes. He had hoped to try out the new Genjutsu he had learnt, it wasn't the prettiest Genjutsu but from the look of the man he wasn't a stranger to torturous attacks and by the man's persona maybe even be a little impressed by it.

As Sukoshi hid in the bushes huddled up to the left hand side so that he was still able to see the action, he waited for the opportune moment to strike. His attack didn't just need the element of surprise it also needed stealth and from previous attempts at stealth he had failed badly. But there was something different about it this time, it was as though the thought of being injured drove him to succeed more. Being his first real offensive spar he wanted to shine as much as possible and show his parent where ever they may be that he was the shooting star they had hoped he would be.

WC: 308