The sound of collected voice within a single vicinity matched that of crashing waves against a mountain side. The roads were boastful and determined awe from all that were near. Manifesting from the bouts end, two shining giving it, what was meager entertainment, but their all. The crowd grew louder at this, but mixed feelings hid within those roars. The medic, with haste, tended to the collapsed ninja. Escorting them from the  Colosseum stage.

The announcer took to the stage as he basked in the awe of the crowd. Holding his microphone as an extension of himself. He would look to each member of the crowd as if he knew them by name. His words would reach them to quiet them down for his next. Preparing them for the next bout. Informing them of a special treat, one that would possibly even interest most unamused of the attending. A name was released from his lips, the crowd confused as they all looked for the name in their pamphlets.

It was then that the audience grew quiet with curiosity. The sound of foot step echoed throughout the Grand Colosseum. Following them, the owner of the name that was announced, Kohryu Shihana. This young man was dressed from head to toe in all black. A black coat button only at the neck swayed at his side. Black hair danced before his eyes as he entered the spotlight before all to see him. His eyes...cold and piercing. Kohryu found himself in this particular situation on a mere hunch. He was searching for some answers...answers about that day.

The Shihana would look to the announcer and give him a slight nod, thanking him for the opportunity. His eye would the dart over the audience, swiftly scanning over them. Coming to a sudden halt upon the beauty of a red-haired woman. His gaze was intense, so much so that he was sure that within that split second she would feel his eyes on her. The optic orbs would then continue with their scan over all. They would then close, his eyes, as he was ready for what was to come next. "I am ready." He claimed.

The Shihana came a long way on this hunch. If all goes accordingly he may be able to obtain some real answers.

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It would seem that his opponent was not as scheduled. But it made no difference to the Shihana, his position did not alter as he heard the arrival of the female shinobi. The crowd screamed with excitement as they could only assume that this was going to be an all out brawl. Kohryu's eyes slowly opened as they fixed themselves on the red-haired woman. She seemed very anxious to get things started, solely based from the selected limited distance between them both. "I see..." He exclaimed, figuring he had an idea of how this will all start.

The breeze picked up, whistling throughout the Colosseum. The Announcer made his exit as they fight would begin once they are ready. The area grew quiet as the two stood face-to-face. This made the blood of the young Shihana boil. Exciting, he couldn't remember the last time he had such an enchanting opponent. Slightly did he smile, but that very smile was slain as he was ready to begin. "Before we begin, be forewarned... You and I are equals upon the face of this battlefield. There, I will not underestimate your capabilities simply because of your gender. Which means..." His words would whisper across the stage to her ears.

His intent was then clear, his hair gently rising from his face. His coat began to sway from the pure surge of his chakra escaping from him. His gaze more potent and stern. The crowd witnessed this as this unknown shinobi took an immediate serious route unexpectedly. But this was the way Kohryu was taught. All shinobi were weapons, no race, no gender and not disabilities. None of that matter once two shinobi were to meet on the grand stage to battle. "I will not be holding back and neither should you." It was then that he took his first step forward towards her, pondering her next move.

Well aware of her arm concealed behind her. He had an idea of what she could be thinking, but he would simply let things run its course.

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The young Shihana came to this village in search of some answers. He was willing to do anything to obtain them, even if it meant to put in a show for a bunch of drunks and gamblers. If it was not for the leak of information that he received about a particular someone his presence would never have manifested before this woman. Another step was made. It was clear that there was no room for small talk, this woman was eager to get things started. Kohryu liked that...

The young man would suddenly burst towards the red-haired woman. Both arms not visible, as well as his katana that was concealed by his coat. His right swiftly withdrew the beautifully crafted blade from its home. The sound of it breathing air rang throughout the Colosseum. Kohryu thoroughly enjoyed that sound. It excited him, but his facial expression did not reveal that, instead it delivered how serious he was taking this.

Kohryu would then propel himself from the surface, twisting in a rapid session with his katana. His blade focused and aim to make him a human buzzsaw. As he grew near her his body would maneuver in mid-air until he was no longer before her, but now above her. Using this momentum he would then thrust his blade downward towards her shoulder, only to cut her a little. After all, this is a match. His eyes fixed on her the entire time, he was anticipating her moves and counter moves.

Should she manage to avoid the thrust his blade would pierce through the stage, planting itself there. The Shihana would then capitalize with his built up momentum and twist about his blade, once again maneuvering his body to deliver a heavy right forward kick aimed at her face. Using his left arm as leverage to support his strength behind it and to balance his weight on his katana.

Kohryu would narrow his gaze on her, watching closely to predict her actions. Or to see just how she would respond to his attack. There is either the correct response, or the incorrect response. Which of the two would she take, Kohryu wondered...

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Clever... this one was, by taking advantage of the young lad's rapid spinning she noticed that he would have to take his eyes off from her involuntarily. It was a sound strategy indeed. However, the female would need to do better. His eyes were now fixed on the projectiles that were aimed at him. "So, you are trying to reduce my momentum? Figuring that I would be helpless." The Shihana would expel his rapid twist. Now, mid-air faced with three projectiles. He studied their course, this woman was good, Kohryu smirked.

As his eyes watched, something small stood out to him. There seemed to be some "Interference?" He exclaimed. But it was just a mere assumption, however, Kohryu could not take that chance. His reverse grip of his Katana was altered into the proper handling. "Didn't want to reveal this just yet, but..." The cold piercing eyes of the Shihana was then altered... The black iris developed a blue hue to them, following soon behind manifested a pink ring around the pupils. This was the awakening of his Kekkei Genkai, the Baragan.

Upon the awakening of his eyes, Kohryu could see. The flow of chakra was like the flow of life. "With these eyes, I can see everything." The eyes revealed to him the chakra strings that were attached to the projectiles. This woman was very skilled to hide them so well. Unfortunately, it was not enough. His eyes would then release a surge/wave of sort.

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Attacking the chakra that was clinging to the weapons. Immediately erasing the existence of said chakra from his view. Leaving the thrown weapons as just that. His body acted accordingly as the projectiles neared. His Katana would deflect the projectiles heading for his abdomen and leg, raising his left leg using his shin to catch the remaining.

Piercing his flesh, blood releasing from the puncture wound. The Shihana would thenland to the balls of his feet, face free of any agony. Slightly tilting his head, Kohryu looked to the wound. A swift swipe of his blade would remove said source of blood shed from his person. "Your tactic was nearly flawless... Very keen and precise, I must admit. May I have your name, before we continue any further?" He asked, it seemed that the injury did not effect him one bit, mainly because it did not. His Baragan gazed deeply upon her, waiting for her response.

His Katana at ease as he stood there.

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"Shihana, Kohryu..." He replied, after the red-haired woman, Naho, asked of his name. Now the two were formally introduced. Kohryu found that his curiosity of this woman was piqued. Such a rare predicament the lad found himself in. Usually he was only ever interested in his clans history. More importantly their near down far which lead them to be blatantly eradicated. The Shihana's thoughts were clouded for a mere moment as he tried to recollect the events from that day in perfect order, but could only grasp pieces to the puzzle. Such feeble attempts upset the boy.

His gaze grew deeper, snatching him back to reality as they sat upon the frame of Naho. It wouldn't take long for the woman to acknowledge that his mood have suddenly shifted. The calm and collected boy she was conversing with was no longer such. He was ready to take this fight to the next level. From this point on, his attacks were going to be precise. With his eyes fixed on her, pacifying her chakra she would be left with no other choice but to meet him at close quarters combat.

But Kohryu was no fool, this woman was not one to rely on meager tricks like most  shinobi. Gathered that from her opening attack. She blend it well, but still, if there was still a minuscule of a chance that she had a trick up her sleeve these eyes of his would cancel it. Kohryu was well aware of his body. Well aware of the fact that he cannot feel pain of any sort, or stimuli. This was a plus for him, meaning that he can push through from any damage that he receives as if nothing happened to him. Such as his injury from the projectile that punctured him. Sure that his opponent would be under the impression that he would be slowed down from it. He can use this to his advantage. Throw her off considering that she would be expecting him to be a little slower with his approach. However, the negative property of his body being this, despite not being able to feel this pain, Kohryu's body cannot register to him when he is at his limit. Thus mean, he can collapse from overexerting himself. With that being, Kohryu must consider his wounds with the utmost caution.

"I am going to attack you now." He said. Slowly his blade was raised, the hilt flipped within his clutches. His blade no longer fatal to her, he would attack with the blunt end of his katana's blade. His body shifts to a side stance as his free hand took to the hilt next to the other. This was the proper way to wield a katana. From this point on, no move of his will be wasted. Rhodes beautiful blue and pink eyes covered her. Telling him that the distance between the two was not much and could be easily covered with his speed.

It was sudden...

His left foot pivoted, his being devoured the space between them both. Stopping just before her, Naho would feel the sudden brush of air from his arrival crash into her. With locked eyes the boy would precisely thrust his blade for her right shoulder, in attempt to pierce the joint that connects her arm. By doing this he aimed to dislocate her arm from that very shoulder. It would be rather painless for her, but the relocating of the arm would cause excruciating pain for her.

But why stop there, his body reacted with such flawless mess that a second thrust was delivered for the left shoulder in the exact same fashion, plus a step forward. No hesitation with little to no room for error. He aimed to render her arms useless to her. Thus it was done again, a final thrust, aimed for here right foot, his blade would pin the woman's foot to the surface of the colosseum stage negating her movements, plus another step. Keeping the distance between them tight. For where ever she would go he would follow with a sudden follow up.

Surely one of these attacks would connect, even if she somehow managed to dodge or ever parry he followed his last attack with an even quicker one. She would feel the weight of his attack despite his elegant performance.

"It's your move, Naho." He voiced her name with such cool. It contradicted his actions. Was he truly aiming to hurt her, or was he simply doing something else?

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So, she managed to avoid yet another attack from his blade... Kohryu found this woman to be as active as a mere mouse. It was rather annoying to him. How is it that she was able to continue to avoid him so easily? The Shihana began to grow frustrated, but it was soon set aside as he ceased his flow of movement yet again. He stared at her, pondering if this was even entertains to him anymore. If his being here was worth it. He sighed, looking at her with dissatisfaction. Those bright eyes of his admitting such beautiful hues from them. Her chakra being seen with no room for escape.

The young lad released his left hand from his blade, aiming it for the button of his coat. Unsnapping it, removing it from his shoulders. The wrist of his right flicked and the sound of his blade whistled. His coat fell to the ground, now severed from one of the sleeves. Taking that severed sleeve the Shihana placed his blade's hilt between his teeth. His eyes focused on her, her every move was being recorded by those dreadful eyes of his. He crouched as he tightly tied the sleeve around his injured leg. Stopping the bleeding. Though his body cannot register pain to him of any sort he was still mindful of his situation. Returning to an upright position the boy took his blade from his mouth.

"Are you going to continue to run from me?" He asked. It was clear to him that she was nothing like he thought from before. Her actions are proving to him that she desperately relies on Ninjutsu. Why else would she continue to flee from him. The crowd roared as the two faced each other. But Kohryu tuned them out. His wrist once more flicked, his coat was now in his hand due to it. The boy realized that he was wasting time playing cat and mouse with her. So long as his eyes were active she would continue to run from him. But he found no reason to give himself a handicap when his soul purpose was to find out intel about his clansmen. "Here is come, this time I am not going to let up." He said.

The boy readied his blade in his right hand and clutched his coat in his left. Well aware of the objects in her clutches. He would then take off. His eyes fixed on her, his speed picking up as he darted her way. When the la found himself close enough, precisely a meter apart his left flicked the coat towards her, but above her. This was to distract her. Knowing that her adrenaline was going she could not overlook this distraction. The moment, the very moment that her eyes would leave from him to the coat is when Kohryu will immediately close the distance remaining. Entering her field of movement to his own liking.

Once there he will thrust his blade, cutting into her left inner thigh to repay her with the likes of shedding blood. Simultaneously as his blade would retract from said cut his body would maneuver and twist, pivoting his right foot from the ground into a solid spin kick to her gut. Using that momentum as force to wind her. His eyes would never leave her. For as he did so he would wait until the very last possible moment to turn his head to complete the kick. But he was no fool or stranger to combat. For as he would turn his head his blade was held up so that he could see her in the reflection of his katana's body.

If she would think that for even a mere instant that her chakra would be released, dead wrong. Kohryu has no intentions on truly harming this woman, he wanted information. Perhaps after this was all over the two could grab something to eat and discuss some things. He wondered why she even volunteered to fight him. Guessing that she recognized his surename, which meant to him that she knew something. But what exactly is that something that she knew? Kohryu needed those questions answered. The coat would then descend to his clutches, the lad would whip said coat as he stepped back a few steps.

"Tell me, why did you volunteer to face me? Do you know of the dreaded history of the Shihana Clan?" He asked, blatantly with a cold stare. What would her answer be...?

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The young Shihana manifested a slightly twisted, sinister smile upon his frame. Young Naho too the bait, oh how she took it indeed. The boy figured that if he ceased his chase after her then she would cease her running. But when he figured that she was looking for signs of his discomfort from this battle he had yet another hunch. Perhaps letting his guard down for her was all it took. He automatically assumed her to be an opportunist, like all shinobi are to be. In truth, Kohryu did not care for his injured leg. He couldn't even feel the exact area of his wound. So what sense did it make for him to even try to tend to it without fully focusing on it?

He grew with sudden excitement for now this is going in his favor. Who was to say that from the very moment he stepped foot into this stage, laid his eyes on her, to even know that this was or was not going according to his plan.

Yes, before he could even form the knot that he cared little for the woman made her way for him. Releasing the senbon from her left hand. Anticipating that this would catch the lad off guard, but his eyes were watching her ever so closely. Reading her of every detail that her body portrayed. The moment she took off his hands released the sleeve. Simultaneously did he push off from his left foot heading straight for her as she for him. All in the same fashion as he was ascending to take off his mouth released his blade and his right took it in. His grip well placed, as her senbon closed in, he was more than capable to guard said projectile in any manner of his choosing.

This woman was skilled, Kohryu will not deny her of that. He knows talent when he sees it. But Kohryu was no mere shinobi. What this woman have to realize is that her opponent is truly a monster in human form. His body well trained, his skills on par with those of higher ranking than he. His talent with that of a weapon two rankings above his own is a testament to his prowess. Yet alone his rawness when it came to Taijutsu. He knew how to hold his own and knew how to work his body, not sacrificing a single move in his elegant motions. That being said... what was once aimed for his throat was now aimed for his torso. There was no need to deflect, so because of that...

Swiftly his left extended and his index and middle finger spread, snapping together. Hugging the cold metal between them. Yes, the Shihana lad caught her weapon as if it was child's play. By this time the distance between them was utterly closed. Their breathes were upon one another. It was then that she would find herself in a realm that she did not want to remain. With eyes showering her he could see what she was attempting to do next. She aimed to use the flat of her kunai to thrust the senbon from his clutches, possibly into his torso. "Not bad..." he whispered. "But your approach needs work." Followed.

Flawelsssly, elegantly did he maneuver the senbon in his grasp into an reverse grip, swift snap of his right... a redirecting was made, the sound of two steels sung, Kohryu used her own senbon to block the kunai. The sparks from their meeting danced feintly into nothingness. Her body betrayed her next move to him, she was aiming for his left side, which was fine for he was already aware of that flowing movement. She would find that her advance would come to a sharp halt as his blade would pierce through her right bicep avoiding bone. If she wished, could continue with her attack, but there would be a possibility that her arm would be severed just as easy as the sleeve from his favorite coat. The puncture would have went straight through. Creating an entrance and exist in the same motion. Her blood would coat his weapon and bathe it. After all, in this particular situation length is what counts.

The Shihana would lock eyes with her, knowing that he had her this time. Her motion was all in one fashion. Like poetry in motion and his response mirrored it to the letter. What will she do next, Kohryu wondered. Will she continue to fight him at his own game, or will she try to create some distance? He knew that he could not allow her to get some space between them. Or it would be another game of cat and mouse. However, if she did he would immediately follow her.

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