Nenshou Warai stood on the sandy ground, scuffing it with his sandaled foot as he waited. He had come here today to meet with a chuunin by the name of Tomoya Kato who had agreed to meet and sparr with Nenshou at this spot today, giving him some much needed practice as it seemed like forever since the last time the chuunin had had a chance to stretch his muscles and do a bit of honest sparring.

They hadn't agreed upon a spacific time to meet and Nenshou had showed up first thing in the morning, perhaps a little over-zealous to begin, and had ended up sitting around for hours. The sun had come out and risen high over head and Nenshou found himself cursing his stupid anxiousness for combat that had compelled him to arrive so damned early. He considered how silly he would look having been sittingout here all day long. Talk about seeming desperate, he thought.

Tired of standing idle, Nenshou removed his custom red chuunin vest and placed it on the ground, leaving him only in his black underclothes. He began to stretch and limber up, extending a leg here, and arm there, before finally beginning a light jog around the area to get the blood flowing. Only another five or ten minutes had passed this way before a noise behind him caught his attention. "Hmm?" nenshou stopped his warm-up jog mid-stride and looked over his shoulder.

Tomoya was walking through the entrance of the arena before he saw his opponent. It was a good feeling, knowing that you were going to a fight that would push you to the very edges of your tolerance. He had had to verse his cousin who hadn't been very good and other genins around the village. He wanted a skilled chuunin to fight against, and thankfully he'd gotten that from Nenshou-kun. They didn't know each other very well, which was strange because Tomoya tried to learn about everyone in the village. Nenshou just hadn't been that big of a priority for him he guessed. He shrugged, maybe this fight would be able to let the pair know each other more? He didn't know, but that might be nice.

As he got into the arena he found Nenshou jogging around and smiled, putting his hand out, before starting to stretch. He knew the human physiology well enough to know that you should always stretch before exercise, especially strenuous exercise like this. There was nothing that would be more awkward than winning the fight only to have a tendon pull in his leg and make it look like he'd lost. When he was done stretching he put his hands out, in the position he had been taught by his master to always start in when fighting a duel like this

"Good morning, Nenshou-kun!" he said warmly, not dropping the starting position for a single second.

Nenshou smiled when he realized his opponent had finally arrived. His eyes squinted to being nearly closed and he rubbed the back of his head as he gave out a laugh. Tomoya greeted him with a friendly tone even as he moved into an obvious combat-ready stance. The perfect contradiction in Nenshou's opinion.

Nenshou quickly snatched up his custom red vest and secured it to his body, giving off quiet grunts of effort as he hastily readied himself. When he felt he had been properly equipped the chuunin walked out closer to Tomoya and crouched forward every so slightly his hands hidden within his long sleeves as he assumed an almost casual looking stance, finally prepared for the coming match. He felt a moment of pure joy as his heart began to quicken its pace in his chest from the anticipation.

"Good morning Tomoya-kun, I'm glad you finally decided to show." a cocky smile broke across Nenshou's face. "I was starting to think that you might have chickened out." Nenshou didn't honestly think that, but a little banter might give him an edge that he needed even if just a slight one.

A slight breeze blew in across the arena and the area was quiet as it caressed the two combatants. As if the gentle wind had been a cue Nenshou suddenly sprang into action, his hands flashed together in a blur of hand seals before he slapped a palm on the ground. In the sand at his feet a series of symbols manifest in black markings. Nenshou leapt backwards from the seal and in mid-jump formed a single sign with his hand, activating the seal he had just placed. The seal seemed to ignite with a brief puff of smoke before suddenly erupting with the force of a small bomb. The explosion shook the ground and sand and debris blasted outwards in all directions, filling the air and blocking Nenshou from view. The moment he had landed safely away from the blast radius of his jutsu, Nenshou's hands were flashing once more, stringing hand signs together in a blur. Using the newly made cloud of dust between them as cover, Nenshou whispered "Earth Style: Rock Clone Jutsu." Liquid rock poured from Nenshou's mouth, accumulating on the ground before him, in moments the siubstance had accumulated and congealed, forming an identical copy of Nenshou himself. He had decided to use the clone to confuse Tomoya when the dust settled, hoping his opponent would not be able to distinguish the original from the fake. The two Nenshou's once again crouched forward ever so slightly and readied themselves for their opponent to make his move,

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As the boy started to talk, Tomoya yawned. Was he going to be talking all day, or was there actually something interesting about to happen? It turned out that he was right, as his opponent started weaving handsigns. he watched it unfold, until the explosion rocketed the ground. Tomoya threw himself back instinctually, throwing his cloak off for later use, before realizing that, in fact, this was merely a distraction technique, rather like his dance of the gale move. Tomoya couldn't see anything, As he was on the recieving end of this treatment, he got into a defensive stance, knowing how really dangerous this position could be for him. However, it turned out only to be a distraction to hide the cloning technique. Well, that was a shame.

"A single clone? That's your great surprise?" he asked a little disappointed, before weaving his own handsigns. Snake, Ram, Monkey, Tiger, Boar! The hand-signs were so quick that it would have been extremely hard to read them, and then the first pockets of flammable gas appeared around the two Nenshou's, which Tomoya smiled at, before beginning to sing. It was a cruel song, a little upbeat with a fake sultry tone.
"It's getting hot out here...." he clicked, and the first pocket exploded with a strong blast.
"... so I'll burn off all your clothes. It's so damn hot, I'm gonna burn your skin off!!" he laughed cruelly as he continued to talk in his song song voice, clicking once more, continuing on the barrage.

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As the dust settled Nenshou heard Tomoya's mocking voice,
"A single clone? That's your great surprise?".
Nenshou merely smiled and said "Waste not."

Tomoya's hands flashed through signs as he activated his own jutsu. At first Nenshou watched and did not see anything happening. "Hmm?" Was it a fluke? A dud? Then something caught his attention, the air around Nenshou and his clone began to shimmer like heat waves bouncing off of concrete, the moment was made even more unsettling as Tomoya began to sing.
He realized he was in the midst of some kind of atmospheric change, the nature of which he wasn't sure of, he was only sure that he did not want to be in this spot even a second longer. Nenshou crouched and vaulted sideways, Tomoya snapped his fingers. The air around both Nenshou and his clone exploded, flames filled the air.

Nenshou's momentum was just in time to carry him out of the blast but not without one of his sleeves catching fire, Nenshou patted the sleeve frantically until the flames and been all but snuffed out. As the pair emerged from the smoke, Nenshou could still hear Tomoya's voice as he sang. The Nenshou's noticed a nearby cactus about seven meters behind Tomoya, I'll be needing that. Of course, Nenshou didn't realize just how right he was. Tomoya went through the lyrics of his song and another snap of his fingers rang out. There was another explosion, and fire filled the air once more. One of the Nenshou pair appeared to not be fast enough to escape the blast while the other leaped forwards away from the explosion and towards Tomoya. The Nenshou that had appeared to be engulfed by fire suddenly vanished in a cloud of smoke, in his place was the charred cactus that had been spotted behind Tomoya, now blackened and burned on the ground where he once was. The Nenshou that had leapt towards Tomoya formed a string of signs in mid-air before taking a breath, he raised his still smoldering shirt sleeve in front of his face and exhaled. A blast of flammable gas emerged from his mouth and the moment it contacted the cinders of his shirt sleeve it erupted into a rolling inferno that blasted directly towards Tomoya, seeking to engulf him in flame. At the same time, the second Nenshou that had been substituted directly behind Tomoya, out of the flame's range but close enough to act the moment Tomoya made a move.

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Tomoya cocked his head to the side as the clone survived being set on fire, but that was something that he would not forgive. He smiled at him as he started to summon the gas, then something changed. He disappeared, the cloak appearing where he used to be, getting consumed by the flame as Tomoya appeared behind the clone, slamming his fist through the beast's chest, before clicking twice, blasting two more balls of gas,
"Bad move. I liked that cloak." He said, before his free hand weaved handsigns, before a puff of smoke engulfed the area, as Tomoya summoned his own clones. Six of them to be precise, ringing the area.
"This is why you shouldn't piss off a Kato, Nenshou. You're going to buy me a new cloak, and then I might stop beating the money out of you. GOT IT?!?!?" Every single clone chimed in with the final words at the same time, before dispersing around the area, not staying still for a moment. They had a technique they wanted to try out, and it wasn't going to work if they were caught. After all, there wasn't a whisper about the six dragon barrage for nothing.

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