It was a fine day in the markets of the Village Hidden in the Sand. Sun shining, an easy breeze blowing and the dull roar of the market filled Shimo's ears. But as Shimo neared the markets center there was a different show going on. There was a ring set up and in the middle of this ring was a tall man that was missing one eye his knuckles were scarred and wrapped in tape, his arms were well muscled and were attached to a thick neck. The man in the center of the ring was challenging the genin in the market to a fight to a knock out or one or the other giving up.

The sound of bodies hitting the ground and the groans of the competitors as they got up. Big and small armed with kunai, ninjutsu, swords and their bare fists all gathered and tried to match their skill with the more skilled and experienced man in the ring. Shimo for a while just watched the action, one after the other the genin were planted by the challenger and one by one the genin fell. The site was fun to watch and the crowds gathered around just to watch the taijutsi artist do his thing against the novices'.