Among that faceless crowd would be an unkempt head of blue hair attached to cheering male of five feet and four inches. Compared to the mostly larger and more muscular crowd, he seemed rather small and skinny, though it didn't even cross his mind that he would be possibly considered an "odd one out", even with the four foot tail wagging behind him. He would cheer on the two fighters in the center of the ring. He didn't know who either one was, but he was enjoying the back and forth they were having, and was even beginning to consider joining in himself if he has the chance to.

The fifteen year old male would look towards the dimly lit ring, watching the two fighters go at it, hitting each other hard enough to possibly leave marks as he could hear faint cries of "Don't fucking lose this for me!" and "You better win!" from those that had placed their bets beforehand. Of course, he didn't, as he didn't even understand why you'd bet on a fight, but if he did, he would probably place his money on the one that just slugged the other in the nose. He wondered if Zaiaku would enjoy taking part in these fights. He certainly seems like the type to, especially with how he's built he may just even scare some of these people into submission. Just the thought of it made the young male chuckle softly, though soon it would be stifled one of the two fighters were tossed out of bounds, sparking a roar in cheers that drowned him out to the point where he had to cover his ears for a few moments, looking towards the ring as a winner would be announced.

"Shit, it may be my turn next!" He would say to himself as he started brushing his way through the crowd and towards the ring. He noticed how some of the ones close to him were giving him odd looks, almost as if they were wondering what he was even doing there, but this is exactly why he left his headband at home, the symbol that he is actually a trained shinobi, to catch them be surprise. Taking off his dark jacket the fifteen year old male would climb up onto the stage, his pink short-sleeved shirt clearly visible in high contrast to his black pants. He would look towards the crowd and raised his hands up high in closed fists, his mouth opening as he would shout out "I'm going to deck this guy in the schnozz!" Before turning to face whoever it was that would be up there with him.

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He would take notice of the hushed tone of the room that came through as if someone had stopped a musical record for just a moment, though despite it being just a moment he would quickly lower his arms as the noise would pick back up. "Yeah? I'll kick all of ya asses too after I'm done with the guy I'm fighting!" He would recklessly shout as his fast-paced tantrum subsided. During the entirety of this moment he had turned away from facing the other side of the ring in order to address this to the crowd, and as he turned back, he would see his opponent for what he, or she is.

Looking at the approaching female, whom of which stepped onto the ring as the crowd behind her closed back off, he noticed that she seemed around his height, though she looked more fully grown. "Not a guy." He would say as he took notice of her scarlet red hair, which seemingly was long enough to stretch past her waist, and he could notice a scar that was etched along the left of her juniper eyes. His blue eyes would scan the female up and down, trying to search for any details that would show any indications that she is more threatening than the others in this place, though couldn't find any blatant details and, given how into this atmosphere he is, he didn't really bother putting that much effort into it after a few short moments anyways. Stomping his foot down, he would give a look of determination as he raised his right fist towards her. "Guy or girl, that nose is mine!" He would say, not even realizing that he probably sounds incredibly stupid at the moment, let alone caring. He would take a step back afterwards, both fists raised to his chest as he kept his eyes on her, waiting to see if she'll make the first move.

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"No, I'm just telling you that I'm going to hit it." He would claim in response, his more cocky side of himself becoming apparent as he would watch her closely as she stretched. As she did so, he would do nothing, though not for the sake of honor or the like, but because he wanted to get a feel for how his opponent would fight. It was obvious from the crowd members parting in a place like this that there's something he's not seeing, and as a result it is only by instinct that one would wait and see for a few moments before going directly in for the attack.

Seeing her suddenly take off towards him, the boy would watch her run five meters before seemingly throwing somethings towards his direction, though they seemed too small for him to accurately see what they are at first. Fearing what they may have been, he would immediately fall backwards rather clumsily, landing on his butt and then his back fast and hard. As the three small objects flew over him and away, he would attempt to attach both of his hands together along his chest, looking up towards the ceiling as a thick mist would begin pouring out of his mouth at a fast pace, covering him and then spreading outwards, stretching outwards until it hit the fifteen meter radius mark, leaving him and hopefully his opponent blind thanks to the cover. After doing this, he would roll a meter and a half away from where he was before to the right, where he would carefully begin to stand up, taking off his pink shirt and holding it in his right hand as he would begin to look around, trying to remember where he last saw her.

Spoiler:

Chakra 140/150

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As he attempted to clasp his hands together, looking towards his opponent as she was already throwing a kunai at him. 'Is this psycho trying to kill me?!' He would think to himself as he would revert to plan B, which would be to seal his hands together, his pointer fingers sticking upwards while a jet of water would shoot out from his mouth and towards the Kunai, knocking it away. Remaining where he was for a second, he would begin to stand up, where he would then, in a quick burst of speed, attempt to sprint directly towards his opponent, his left hand's fingers aiming directly towards her chest, where if connected the claws upon them would penetrate an inch deep into her skin. While he attempted to do this, he would reach into his back pouch with his right hand, preparing to withdraw his kunai right away, if he needed to. With his current speed, he could run 9 meters within a second, meaning that the mere 2 meter distance between he and his opponent is next to nothing for him to close.

If the senbon were to hit him from behind, it would stun him few a few, very short moments, making him gasp lightly in shock of the three sharp pricks the weapons would cause and not allow him to carry out his plans with his kunai at that moment.

Spoiler:

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Just as he believed he got his enemy, she would have disappeared, leaving him to feel the sharp pricks of three senbon piercing his skin, with one in his left shoulder, one, in his back, and one in his... ass? Instinctively his tail thrashed about, though made no contact with anyone as he yelped in pain. Reaching for the senbon that are in his shoulder and back, he would rip them out, offering small yelps in the process. After that, he would toss the two out of the ring, before taking the one that struck his backend out and tossing it to the side, all the while turning around to face his opponent.

Opponents would be a better word for it, however, as now, just two meters away, there would be six of her ready to fight. "Get real!" He would yell as He formed a tiger sign, using his mouth to fire off two small bullets of water, both of which would be moving at twenty meters per second, at the two clones at both ends of the group. Afterwards, he would use his right arm to pull out his own kunai, holding it in his right hand while his left's fingers were slightly bent, ready for the claws to be used once more. Lunging at the newly made last one that would be on his right, Aiden would move slightly slower as he did a small jump into the air, totaling at a speed of five meters per second, where he would quickly spin around, using the four foot length of his tail as a whip aimed to strike her face. Should he land without much issue, he'll immediately move towards the one next to that one, attempting to stab that one with his left hand once more.

Spoiler:

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The fifteen year old would feel three more sharp pings of pain shoot through him as he received even more senbon in the left side of his neck, his left knee, and the back of his right thigh, causing him to, while still spinning, which had caused his tail to make contact with yet another clone, smacking it and causing it to dissipate, make him fall down, landing on the front side of his body with his arms cushioning his head, preventing any real damage to his face. In a panic he would quickly and more recklessly rip out the senbon lodged in his neck, causing a trickle of blood to drip out, though this time, in a fit of childish anger, he would instead put it within his pouch along with the ones lodged in his left knee and right thigh. While he did this his tail would lash about as a means to cause damage to his opponent, should she attempt to go in for a close-up attack.

His body was sore from all of the pricks, so instead of immediately getting up on two feet, he would instead get on all fours, turning around to face the remaining three clones. Immediately, he would throw his kunai that he kept in his right hand towards the right-most version of his opponent for him, which would be the left-most version of the three for his opponent's point of view. While doing this, left hand to help him stand up, using both hands to form the dragon, rat, horse, and tiger seals in a quick progression, allowing him to channel is chakra into four tiles, two on his left and two on his right, which would levitate and spin around, sharpening into weapons that can pierce 3/4ths of an inch into their target. Launching them, three of them would fly towards the other two clones while the final fourth one would fly directly towards the one he threw the kunai at just before. He knew that, thanks to the various piercing hits on his body, he wouldn't be able to move around as accurately and swiftly as before, so he would need to more or less rely on making sure he knew which one would be the real one before he would begin attacking again.

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Thanks to his training in improving his strength, speed, perception, and his reactionary timing, he was able to pull out the senbon and pocket them while standing up, adrenaline helping him fight off the pain of multiple e-rank weapons striking him. Turning and looking around, he would be able to see all three of the remaining versions of his opponent, and react in time as well, waiting until they were upon him to quickly spin around, his tail acting as a means to hit each of them, which should dissipate the clones and knock the real version back a meter if struck in the stomach as he was attempting to do from less than  meter away. After this, should the clones be destroyed, he would immediately lunge at the original, his right hand's claws aiming straight for her shoulder, or more specifically, the join between her shoulder and chest, while his left hand would form into a fist, aiming to strike her directly in the nose with a strong jab.

Should he not destroy all of the clones, he would go immediately after the one that is now coming for his left, though was originally on his right before turning around, using his less-injured right leg to help him lunge away from the others and directly towards her, his right hand forming into a fist which would be directly aimed towards her head. It was only thanks to his training, which put him at the peak of physical ability for a Genin, that he could still do this, and compared to his opponent, whom of which he could note was seemingly inferior in terms of speed, he could still possibly get the drop on her.

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ooc: You may want to change the title to include "training" so you can use the WC to rank up. Just a thought.

Despite his tail receiving the feeling of one of the versions of her grabbing it, which would've destroyed her if this version was a clone, his tail was strong enough to prevent her from stopping the motion, causing it to power through her attempted grab and near-guaranteeing that it strikes her in the abdomen. Now knowing that the one that grabbed his tail is the real version by process of elimination, he didn't require sight to be able to turn around and face her, immediately moving towards the real version, his right hand flying directly towards her throat in an attempt to grab her by the throat, all the while bringing his left hand back and driving it quickly forwards in a left hook, hoping to swiftly strike her in the jaw.

ooc The reason behind you being unable to grab the tail is due to the considerable stat difference between you and I, which I have confirmed with two others, one being another member on the site and another being a staff member.

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OOC There may have been a misunderstanding, but here is what the stats say:

"D-3: Direct hits cause notable soreness and can knock back 1 meter."

"E-rank and all tiers: Even D-rank basic attacks will do extra damage on this person, and will easily make them flinch. Wounds of any rank will severely limit their functionality in battle.."

Even if you attempted to grab on, which you claimed you did after you were hit, you still would most likely not be able to keep a hold of my tail, as according to the endurance chart, even D-Rank basic attacks will do extra damage and would easily make you flinch, which would in turn lead into the knockback of 1 meter. I apologize for any misunderstanding, but I am only going by what the stats say and what I have been told. Added onto that, the staff member even compared our stat difference on a more basic level, stating that "All E-Rank stats and a D-3 Rank Reaction Time facing someone with all D-3 stats is like a Korean E-Sports Gamer with average everything else going up against an Olympian with the perception of a sniper", if that helps clear things up more.

I apologize for any misunderstanding. Also, if you wish, you can easily change the title of the thread to include "Training" so that way you can claim your WC in this thread for your stats, as training threads still count as socials, so essentially you'll be killing two birds with a single stone : )

This is Aiden btw

He would feel his hands grab and hit sand and nothing more, causing him to stand there, confused as to what had happened. Breathing heavily, he looked around, only to see both his opponent and her having just disappeared from the area. There would be a deafening silence within the room as he stood there, blood tricking out of his neck and out of his other wounds, some leaving a small stain on the back-left shoulder area. Looking around, he would raise his arms as the announcer would declare him the winner, resulting in a roar of cheers and the passing of gambling money. After that, he would painstakingly climb off of the stage, glad that that female didn't get a few more hits in on him.

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