It had been a few days since razor had returned to suna and already he was itching for a fight he wanted to find someone to battle with. But he did not know who to spar with so he left his house and walked to the tsumi sand grounds. He said "Now if i sit here and wait i am sure someone will come and spar with me" so he sat and waited for someone to come.

Shibirin had travelled with Razor back to Suna, but he hadn't seen him ever since. He wanted to finish the spar they started in Konoha with Hiragana, but this time it would be just them two. He went out of his house, his three katana Genko, Sai and Noro all sheathed by his left hip and his glasses worn firmly over his eyes. He was wearing his usual clothes, he wasn't going to some fancy location.

He had no clue where the guy was, so he walked up to a random stranger in the streets and asked him if he had seen Razor any time today. "Ahh, Razor. Yes, i saw him heading towards the Tsumi Sand ground earlier today," said the man, and with that, Shibirin bid hi farewell and made his way towards the Tsumi grounds.

When he got there, the first thing he saw was azor sitting down on the ground, as if he were waiting for Shbirin. Shibirin hadn't been told where to meet, so that would've been his excuse for why he came so late if Razor did ask what had taken him so long. "Ready to finish what we started?" he asked the guy, as he rested his left hand on the three katana that were sheathed on his left hip.

When razor heard a familiar voice he looked up and saw shibi standing with his three katana at his side. Razor smiled and said "I am always ready" Razor got to his feet and readied himself for the oncoming fight this time he was ready to win.

Shibirn saw the guy rise to his feet, a sign that he was ready. He wanted to clear one thing off, though, before they started the battle. "No going soft on each other, ok?" he asked, as he took a few steps around the guy, slowly circling him as if he was stalking a prey.

Razor smiled and said "Go easy never". He put his hand on his sword and readied himself to draw at any second. He was just waiting for the perfect chance to strike.