Another mission for a village he did not truely support. This time, it was something simple; spar with a kid from the village, and test thier strength. Apparently, a teacher from the local academy would be hiding nearby, watching the course of the battle to see how the genin performed in the situation. Not that Xio cared; he was only here for the money.

The only reason he even knew of this job was because an old teacher that took an interest in him during his academy days contacted him with the information when he heard about being released from prison and wanting to go legit. What better way to earn legit money and not have to worry about the local ninja than to work for them, training thier younger generation?

Xio could think of a few things.

But that did not matter at the moment. He had agreed to do this job, and he would see it through to the end. He had been told that the setting for this fight would be in one of the more remote training areas of the village. And so, it was to this place that male truged towards, silently cursing the village planners for putting a training area this far out. It was hot as balls, and his state of dress did little to help with the heat; the male was clothed in a black shirt over shorts. His feet were shod in plain black shoes; each step they made dug into the sands, pushing him forward. At his waist, a hip pouch hung containing a single kunai and several shuriken. As the sun shone down on the grassland, the male peered into the distance; spotting what appeared to be four posts set up some distance apart from each others, and someone leaning against one of them. From the way the male was approaching, the persona would see him clearly as he made his way closer. The first thing he noticed about the persona was the red hair atop their head; an odd color. He had never seen anyone with hair that shade of red before. As the male drew nearer to the persona, he could see that it was a female; he was assigned to fight a woman?

Huh. Oh well.

Xio was not one to judge, but could not help but wonder why the instructor had paired him against a female to spar with? Xio was not fond of most women he knew; between his mother's uncaring nature and the general airheaded stupidity of his kunoichi former classmates, he wanted nothing to do with them. But for him to be assigned to fight one now? Ugh..

As he approached the female, Xio gave her a hard look before speaking, "Kyamalie, Xio. Are you my partner for today?" As he waited for her to speak, the male's grey eyes looked her up and down, taking in the measure of her appearance. She did not seem like much, but then again, he knew nothing about her. Xio could only pray she was not just another airheaded kunoichi.

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"Took you long enough."

Wow. Rude much? A small frown crossed the male's face; he was here at the correct time, was he not? He was not late, but for this woman to say such as if he were... Xio was already having second thoughts about this sparring match between them. But he could not do that; he was a man of his word; it was all he had in this word sans his testicles. For the moment, he would let it slide; he was here to do a job, and he would keep his word.

"Nakajima Naho." As the female spoke her name, the male ran it through his mental filters, attempting to think of or remember if he had heard of it before. A few things popped up, namely the clan's influence in the government of Sunagakure no Sato. Hell, even the judge that sentenced Xio to prison all those years ago was a Nakajima. But while the clan was known for being fairly wealthy, there were also numerous rumors of shady deals here and there with the various 'ruling' criminal bodies of the village. But then again, what family ever got rich by doing things completely legitimately? Given this female's familial background, why the hell was she a ninja? She could have easily been at home, sitting pretty in a room surrounded by attending butlers and maids and shit that Xio could only dream of. She probably had a pool room filled with gold coins that she regularly dived into to swim laps; the very mental image of which gave the male a mental boner. Not that he was thinking about this female swimming, but the sheer amount of money needed to pull off something like that. So much goddamn money.

Fucking rich people.

If Xio were not trying to be any sort of legitimate person, he would simply incapacitate this female and kidnap her for ransom. He knew of a spot where he could keep her, but there were too many loose ends. He was hired for this mission by a ninja of the active shinobi roster, so there was official records of this meeting supposedly happening. Plus, there was a moderator watching from somewhere nearby. In addition, there was no telling how many people knew where she was right now. Add on the fact of her family, and the fact that her name carried a lot of weight around the village. A missing Nakajima kid? Female at that? Xio would have Black Ops breathing down his neck, and that was something he did not want. He had seen the Black Ops Squad in action only once in his life, during a riot at the prison. The riot had been underway for over an hour until the Black Ops squad arrived. They moved like a black wind through the prison, disabling and taking down every inmate that was out of place in a matter of minutes with brutal efficiency. Xio wanted nothing to do with that again.

When she was finished speaking, the male nodded to her as the frown slipped from his face.  His head tipped to the side, watching calmly as one of her hands slipped behind her body: quite possibly to reach for some sort of weapon or such. To keep things from moving too quickly, he spoke up again, "So, how are we going to do this? Do we just start, or..?" His voice was calm, almost quiet as he waited for his answer, empty hands lifting up to crack his knuckles. The male was fine with starting however she wanted; it was roughly a distance of five meters, or about fifteen feet between the two of them. If she wanted to throw down right then and there, so be it. Xio specialized in Taijutsu and weapons usage while in the Sunagakure no Sato Ninja Academy, his favorite weapon and best weapon being nothing more than a simple kunai. He liked being up close and personal with his attacks; his body seemed to react just a hair faster than most other people, and it allowed him to thrive in combat. Many a night, the only reason why he came out of a fucked up situation was because he seemed to have a knack for knowing what was coming and how to dodge it.

What would this female choose to say? Did she want to just get into the thick of it, or did she want to build up with a warm up, first?

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“We can start however you like.”

She had no preference, huh? Very well then. Xio would straighten himself up for a brief moment, offering the woman a formal bow of respect. If Naho followed through with returning the gesture, he would hold it for a moment before releasing it and falling into a basic fighting stance; open hands raised before his body and his left foot sliding back behind him as his knees bent slightly.

As he waited for a moment, allowing her to make any last minute adjustments to herself or decide if she was going to attack first, his facial expression would change; an emotionless mask slid over his visage as those grey eyes locked onto the female. His mind went into overdrive, formulating out potential plans and methods of approach and counter attacks; nothing could be set in stone, however, as Xio knew nothing of this female's fighting style. His own knowledge of fighting was limited as well; he knew the basics of local fighting styles from his days in the Sunagakure no Sato Shinobi Academy, and plenty of 'street' styles thanks to his lifestyle. If this woman had something different, he would be at a disadvantage until he could detect a pattern in her movements. But, Xio had a feeling that Naho would not make the first move; with the way she seemed, sh would attempt to wait for an opening to strike

Provided that this female did not take the first move, Xio would begin with his own; a quick run toward the woman, a direct head on assault. As Xio drew close to the female, he would leap at her with a meter of distance left to spare, left leg snapping outward at level with her upper chest to connect with his shin. He was not sure what to expect with this woman, so, he had to see how she would react; why not use a simple taijutsu combination to test her? And so..

He would not be surprised if she ducked the blow; it was a simple maneuver and ducking it was a completely natural reaction that many people would have. But that was the bait, and if she took it, things would be much easier for Xio; if this female happened to duck the blow; the male would simply use his momentum to his advantage. Continuing his spin, the male would simply drop down to the ground and, with his leg still extended, lash out at her legs as well. If this woman was not good at reading attack patterns, this would undoubtedly be her down fall. If the male were successful with colliding with her legs, sweeping them out from  under her, the female would most likely be helpless in the air for the briefest moments, unless she had something up her sleeve to counter; even a simple jump would suffice. Even if she did jump, those brief moments in the air would be all that Xio needed. Provided that the previously two kicks played out as he wished, either by her ducking the first and getting caught or jumping over the second; the male would carry on with his momentum,  rising up into a third and final kick to assault the chest of the more than likely still airborne female. An airborne target was one that was unlikely to dodge a blow coming at them unless they knew how to fly; and Xio was sure that this female could not.

Xio was not worried about seriously hurting the female; if any of the kicks hit her, she would be left with minor, painful bruising on the struck area; nothing an ice pack could not relieve in a few hours and would clear up in a few days. Beyond that, and quite possibly a bruised ego, if she had one, she would be okay.

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