Miu's eye gazed over the surrounding the mist thoroughly crippling her already impaired vision. Nothing I could do about the weather not unless she learned to control the weather. She smiled at such a silly thought then again I will have to learn how use the Jutsu's eventually. Her arms stretched down along her sides and smiled as she glanced looked over the island. "Time for another training session," she stretched feeling a bit awkward since she got her job at the Siren's Den.

The island was incredibly desolate filled primarily with various vegetation which she was certain to identify eventually. She enjoyed the great outdoors so many things to explore and make note of. She approached the destination where she had learned was one of the greatest places for training. "So where should I start."

She wasn't the most observant so whoever showed up around here would most likely be catching her off guard.

Sero had been rather bored with his training as of late. What had once been extreme was now mundane and typical for him. The burning pits under the ropes and the bladed maze were just too typical of a morning. So he decided to venture out of his manner is search of a new challenge. Some one to push him. He donned his grey clothing, Grey pants , Sandals and his grey hoody. His headband hung about his neck. Quietly he tucked three senbon up each sleeve and then strapped in five shuriken on each shoulder. One Kunai was hidden in his hoody behind his neck flat against his spine and the others where divided five each strapped to his thighs. On his Back he hung his windmill shuriken neatly folded on the small of his back and on his left hip he strapped on his rapier. On his right hip he strapped in his cutlass. Crossed along his back he strapped in his bastard sword and his flamberge. Even crossed as they were like an X both swords reached down to almost his knee's. He strapped the Metsubishi on to his wrists. Five each like bracelets. The Makibishi went into the front pocket of his hoody which he then zipped closed. He slipped a smoke bomb into his left pants pocket and a flash bomb into his right pants pocket. Lastly he Wrapped the coil of wire up his left arm hidden under his sleeves. And then he was out of the manor.

He wandered for a time through the mist from Island to island. The mist made it hard to see but eventually. He was about to give up when he heard some one talking. The pitch indicated female and still young. Likely close to his age group. So he moved in that direct. As he emerged from the mist it seemed to peel slowly away from him. As if he was taking form out of the mist itself. His grey clothes matching the thick mist. His pale skin and white hair made him seem less human and more like a spirit. But what was more was his grey eyes. Like the eyes of the dead and yet still they looked at her. Cold as if no emotions were behind that gaze, Just cruel calculations. But something more about him, His aura, He gave off that feeling like something was under the bed or in the closet, Like something was stalking you as if some how being near him was dangerous. Still he spoke, His voice cold as the mist around them. Matching his gaze that seemed to pierce into her very soul.

"If you seek purpose in your day, I can train with you. You are on these forsaken islands for training yes?" His words came out like a snake slithering around the ankles.

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Dameon woke up from his few hours of sleep that he was glad to finally get. It had been days since he had gotten more than two hours of nonstop sleep. He rose from his king sized four post cherry wood bed and slid out of the covers and onto the floor. It would probably seem odd to some but the fact he was finally able to at least get a couple of hours of sleep at night was because of his new secretary who had begun working at the strip club. After he had her thoroughly trained he was able to leave her by herself and complete some of the work that neither him nor Gin actually wanted to do. It was more than that though he could actually relate to her having grown up on the streets himself and before that living in the woods fighting off all kinds of threats. The brand on the back of his neck of the Shikyo clan reminded him of that every day, he was an outcast and not accepted where he had come from. He slowly made his way to the bathroom.  Dameon looked into the mirror examining his chest that was covered in scars and visible easily no matter how much in shape he was. He gave a soft sigh as he stripped what was left of his clothes and walked into the soap stone shower and cranked the temperature up high.  It was a good way for him to relax and prepare for the day.

After preparing himself in the bathroom he walked out completely naked and tossed on his usual clothes with the brown jacket and his pants and boots. He didn’t have to pull any ANBU guard duty today since they were finally starting to get new recruits in. It was at that point when he finished getting dressed and had stopped to listen that he realized things were unusually quiet in the house. He stuck his head through the door frame and looked left and right down the hall before running from one bedroom to the next. He made sure to stop in all the bathrooms, the kitchen, and the living rooms. He scratched back of his neck wondering where his new secretary had run off too so early in the morning. All he really did know was that she was not in the house. He ran through his house again making sure everything was where it should have been and it was more than that everything in the house was also spotless. To him it was like waking up in a completely different home, granted he never really did anything to make the house a mess it was still a little bizarre to him.  He made sure to grab all of his equipment before he headed to the door and opened it slowly the light from outside nearly blinding his eyes. He disliked daytime a lot more night time and now he could already feel a headache begin.

He locked the house a little frustrated from his lack of sleep but he knew walking and solving his curiosity about where his newly hired maid had run off to would help reduce the tension that was slowly building up in his temples. He walked a few blocks keeping his eyes open for any sign of something strange going on while he looked for Miu. After about a half an hour of walking around aimlessly he decided to put more effort into it as he leapt on top of the buildings and began to sprint around the village checking out all the major areas. The first place he would check was the strip club to make sure she didn’t just go to work early to get everything ready for that night. Once he ruled out the strip club he tailed it to the market place; again no sign of her. Miu missing or doing something was fine but as a tracking ninja with a high level of skill he was growing frustrated that he couldn’t immediately pick up a trail. It would be difficult to locate someone with no actual written history or dwelling though he supposed at this point her hours was also his house. That knowledge though did very little to actually help him since he was the one looking for her. From there he would check the administration building, uptown, the cave, various warehouses, and finally back to the market place. He at least knew an hour later that there was no possible way for her to be on the actual main land of the village his next stop would be the surrounding smaller chain of island.

It had taken him almost another hour since all the chain islands were a decent distant apart from one another and despite how trained a ninja was running on water from the open sea was still a pain in the ass. You had to take into account the waves and adjust your chakra accordingly. Finally he had come to the last possible small island and he ran ashore with sweat dripping from his forehead. He wiped his brow with his sleeve and took a deep breath before he proceeded forward. Through the dense mist he could hear a couple voices faintly. He would slowly down his pace and hop into one of the surrounding tree’s that surrounded the large clearing from which the voices were coming from. He could definitely make out Miu’s voice. A soft sigh of relief came after having finally located her. She was training? He asked to himself having been completely unaware that she was also a graduate of the shinobi academy. It was at that point he realized they had even more in common than he had initially though, and he was already pretty sure they had a lot in common. He finally found himself a decent tree with a sturdy branch to sit on with clear visibility through the mist and to the two young shinobi. He would sit there and watch what was to happen and make sure nobody tried to kill one another.

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Her footing was a still a bit off from breaking in her new shoes. Fine crafted boots her employer certainly took no issue in dressing his employees with the finest material which he could afford. It was awkward since she was employed at the Siren’s den she had begun to feel more, feminine?Perhaps it was the more respectable clothing she robed herself in or the way she had her hair cleaned. Various lotions and shampoos making it glisten as the dew from the air perspired onto it. One hand gently tossed it out causing a few of the droplets to drizzle down from her shiny silver locks. The ornate dress she most recently got thanks to her boss Dameon was perfect for most situations now. Although she still enjoyed her street clothes which made her out to a vagabond and demanded a more dirtied look than the one she was pulling off now.

Minding her own business she would begin to stretch till a she heard a serpent like hiss from behind her, explaining that if she wished for a sparring partner in her usual training he would have been more than likely to oblige. Shady beyond all reproach, Miu had no reason to trust him as a man of his word if that was how he classified himself with the snakely like voice. ”So you want to spar?” She asked a bit hesitantly now turning around so she could face the voice that was now in question. Hmm I haven’t seen this guy around before. Can I really trust him to fight fair? He looks a bit to sinister and the way he mentioned this forbidden island only creeped her out even more. Still she had a reason for being on this island which she supposedly was alone on. Clearly that was a misconception that she would not make twice.

”I could use a sparring partner I suppose. No tricks or anything just you versus me in a fist close quarters combat?” She questioned more or less laying down a few ground rules to check whether or not he was going to agree to such terms. She prepared herself either way though, she could have used water trumpet or hidden mist jutsu at a moments notice. Although she preferred to rely more on her taijutsu as she was still learning it.
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For a moment the girl looked to him. As if unsure of his arrival. His eyes met hers with out ever wavering. But for such a small guy he was armed to the utmost of his ability. Still she spoke up. A simple request on if he would like to Spar. For a moment he considered that this was possibly exactly what he had left the manor for in search of a challenge for the day. Still those dull grey eyes never wavered. But it wasn't a blank stare like a wide eyed child. It was a cold narrow gaze. As if he had no emotions one way or another. And that was mostly true. While he did have some emotions they were mostly crushed by some inner wall he had put up to survive long before. Still he did not move. Partially because he was unsure of what kind of tactics the person before him was willing to try. Or capable of for that matter. Still he tilted his head and waited. His silver hair blowing slightly in the breeze. At the moment they were about ten meters apart. And yet she spoke once more after giving everything a moments thought.

Still he didn't understand her line of reasoning. First was she was not eager to have a sparring partner. She supposed training with another in open combat was useful? It was confusing to him that one would not relish to challenge themselves. After all on the islands they were one one had to wonder why anyone would come out here not prepared to push themselves. Perhaps this was an effort to taunt him into something? Well that was fine. If she wanted to taunt him then he would consider that enough reason to engage. Still he spoke out. His voice cold as winter and his tone leaving no chance he wasn't being serious.

"You can try and hit me. But there is nothing to gain by holding back. One only gets stronger by reaching their limits. I will show you my limits and see if they can push yours. Prepare yourself."

With that his right hand made a rapid series of three handsigns while his left hand reached behind him to the small of his back. Unhooking the windmill shuriken. With a flick of his wrists he unfolded the big bladed throwing weapon. It's edge gleaming in what little light there was. As soon as it unfolded though the air between them seemed to warm up. The Mist blowing away as suddenly it felt like there was a heater between them. And then it happened. Fire droplets began to rain down. a 4 meter diameter of raining fire down directly in the center between them. Some how he was making it rain fire. But he wasn't done. His left hand released the windmill shuriken as a puppet string attached to it. Two more puppet strings snaked down from his left hand and snagged two Kunai from their sheaths on his thighs by the rings on the bottom.

"Prepare yourself. I am coming at you now."

With a flick of his left hand he faced his palm towards her. The windmill shuriken spun and flew like a spinning disk right for the girls gut. The two Kunai were aimed one at her left shoulder and one at her right knee. Three weapons racing towards her at once. If they missed he would clasp his left hand into a fist to pull the weapons back to him via puppet strings like a yo yo. The metal passing through the fire droplets raining down between them.

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chakra 130/150

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Dameon would upon the tree branch observing everything. He instinctively was analyzing the boy’s jutsu and technique as well as Miu’s. He was putting his mind in the thought process of what he would do if he was in Miu’s shoes. What had caught him off guard was that she had asked him for a simple hand to hand exercise and he had blatantly refused and immediately had begun to attack before any ground rules were in place. He would have jumped in to intervene but instead he wanted to see what she would do. The mist was starting to clear up but the moisture in the air would hinder the man’s fire attack making it not as potent though he doubted the jutsu was designed to actually harm someone. With the mist clearing he would become easily visible to both of them if they were to look about thirty meters away to Miu’s right and the boys left. He had no intention of hiding himself as he had nothing to fear or worry about. The boy seemed to be a practitioner of bukijutsu much like himself and this was made evident by the ninja tools he had decided to use, most notably the windmill shuriken.

He concentrated on the fight sitting in the tree branch with his legs dangling down. He rested his hand just under his chin as he watched Miu. Moving targets were obviously much harder to hit, if he was her he would began to move horizontally the second he had saw him unclip the large shuriken. It was a big enough weapon that it would be near impossible to quick draw without people noticing. The more interesting part was when he saw the chakra puppet string attached to it as well this meant he could use it in various other ways it was, creative. None the less had he been in her shoes he would have created more distance between them, they were already about ten meters apart and if her opponent wasn’t a puppet specialist his string would only go so far and testing that distance would be critical to staying out of harms reach and waiting for an opportune time to counter attack or attack with a ranged jutsu of her own. He stood up on the tree branch growing tired of sitting and folded his arms as he watched. She would obviously recognize him if she saw him but it was also highly possible that the boy would too.

Since he was a seven swordsman he often got recognized the same way a celebrity would. It was mysterious to him too, he didn’t know the people that greeted him on the streets and there were no pictures around the village giving away their identities. It was odd to him but he had begun to accept it as fact. The only times he ever got to move about the village quietly and unrecognized anymore was if he was wearing his ANBU attire, namely his mask. People recognized the unique mask that was so different from all the others and they knew he was the leader of ANBU but they had never put two and two together. In fact the only person that did know was Miu and she had been sworn to not reveal any of that information or he would have been at risk to her own life. It was fun to watch young shinobi fight because it reminded him of the past before he had been tossed head first into a war. The war had shown the world what he could do but it was only because of the years of experience pushing himself and training alone for over twelve hours a day.


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Both of the silver haired orphans would feel the breeze ever so gently blowing their hair to the east. Normally Miu would have been fine with a nice fight however the boy before her was far different than most others she would run into around the streets firstly the fact that a child of his age carrying such an arsenal of weapons was the first deciding factor which caused her put more than the original 10 meters distance between them which undoubtedly was far enough for the jutsu which he would call down between them a spectacular display of fire rain that was now forced between them in small cylinder which was as easy to maneuver around as one might have thought as the movement of the genin hadn’t been particularly trained in the matter of taijutsu which mean any attempt to go around need to be backed up by another technique that would put him on guard, that or she need to sever the strings attached to the two weapon which he had originally thrown at her. As they were on strings their speed would be reasonably hindered compared to normally thrown shuriken and Kunai. After All unless he was a master with it he was capable of severing said strings while they were in mid air.

He obviously had some issues to work out as he didn’t have the most common train of thought. Most people wouldn’t have immediately picked a fight that wasn’t properly prepared if they were just ‘sparring’ as what she had intended. This island was just a location to a means of solitude which was ruined by such a violent individual as him. “No limits are met if you are dead.” She stated as the barrage of attacks and the jutsu rain down. She could only imagine that he used this jutsu as a distraction as it probably would have seared the strings attached to his shuriken. As it appeared to not cause anything to be set aflame the logical conclusion was that this jutsu was all show and no spark. If I duck underneath them and then water jet up toward him I should be able to knock him off balance which would make it easier to grab the kunai as well as the shuriken which would be flying  good foot over my head. Throwing herself to the ground in a matter of seconds she would land in a pushup position her chest partially pressing against the dirt now before her. The bladed weapons flying over her as she was now nearly prone. A second later her head would lift up so her eye could see his feet the 10 meters that was between the two of them would be slightly less now which was the perfect amount between her and the target. Rolling over to the side she would get up to kneel her hands moving to her mouth in mid roll. She couldn’t get up to sprint at him so a water trumpet to his feet was her best bet of getting some more ground on him. He would either have to dodge it or allow it to take his feet out from under him.

The kunai still heading in the trajectory from which he first threw them would undoubtedly change drastically, if she had hit with the water trumpet it meant the mostly likely would fall to the ground which she would then reach for in order to take them off of the strings that bound them to him.

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Chakra 140/150
WC 591

OOC (Sero Here)

Ok just a couple things to go over. Your best chance in this fight based on your lack of jutsu and weapons is to employ the use of your taijutsu. Instead of running away and letting me keep it at a safe distance for me with all my projectiles you might consider heading towards me. Force me into close quarters combat. That would just about put us on even grounds.

If you choose to do so then after you dodge the weapons cover the ground between the both of us. It's within your best interest to arm yourself. Luckily my hand is occupied and I have Kunai which are usable by anyone in plain view. So it would be easy for you to feign a bare handed attack like a kick or punch and then attempt to steal said Kunai...or two. With those Kunai you can actually block my weapons and do damage.

Another point is you and I are both at base stats. Meaning for this fight we are slow as the children we are. Meaning you are too slow to actually outrun the jutsu. So you need to describe how you dodge it.. Aka flipped over it or did a diving slide under the weapons. You need to describe how you dodged both attacks. All within 2 seconds for the first one and after the first one you have a whole 8 seconds to clear ten meters. if you are heading at me or about 4 seconds to dodge them again if your running away. All based on range of jutsu and jutsu speeds. Since the range is 30 meters and the jutsu moves at 5 mps and we are 10 meters apart. Lastly if you run away describe how close the nearest tree is.

Sero watched as she moved. He reaction to the thrown projectiles first mirrored what he assumed was surprise and then suddenly she reacted better then he had assumed she would. Instead of blocking them or trying to outrun the weapons she evaded them entirely by pushing herself flat to the ground. Even with the puppet strings attached he could not change the trajectory enough to hit her. So the weapons skimmed over her by a good couple of feet. It was an impressive move and now she had a couple of moments. After all at his level it took time for puppet projectiles to actually change direction. Still in the back of his mind he made a mental note to adjust the tactic. If one could see the attack coming then it was more then easy to dodge it. It was after all a slow technique. So it needed to be used in combination with Camouflage. If only they were fighting on top of water he could of sunk the weapons under the surface and used them as a surprise attack. Or perhaps a hidden mist technique. But with the hidden mist what limited her vision also limited his. He still had time to try and attack her from behind though.

However even as He yanked back on the strings she was already looking at him. her eyes intent to do him harm. She had said something about how no limits were met if you were dead. To him that was the final limit. What killed you showed your limitations. But still he noticed how she brought her hands up as she rolled into a kneeling position. It was obvious she was intending to use some technique now. His mind calculated that he could not bring the puppet weapons back in time to strike her. So quickly he released the strings to pool all his focus into avoiding the trajectory of where she was aiming. His feet by the look of it. So he launched upwards and back as fast as he could just as the stream of water cut through the grass and mud below him like a blade. Mid air he kept his cold grey eyes on her as he crossed his arms over himself. Drawing the cutlass and the rapier at the same time. In his left hand he held the cutlass and in his right hand he held the rapier. Both weapons had guards covering the hand so he preferred them. They were also lighter then the other swords so he could hold them in one hand. The Windmill shuriken and the two Kunai plummeted uselessly a few meters behind her. The blades sticking into the mud. eight more meters and he would of had her. Still the jet of water was a good technique to force him to lose ground. Still as he landed he formed a stance that held the cutlass horizontally as a guard from his chest. The rapier was placed on top of it with it's point aimed at her even though she was far away. It looked almost like one holding a bow sideways but with blades. Still he called out to her. A good 12 meters away now forced him to raise his voice.

"There will be no death here. I have no intention of killing you. Less you intend differently."

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