Kokai moved down the entrance tunnel into the arena. Shadows played on the wall but none of which were his. The dim light playing on the wall in the near dark to tell some story to distorted to make out. Each step echoing on the stone floor as he progressed closer and closer to his assigned opponent. The genin match ups always drew the short straw with him it seemed. The arena was too large for the ninjutsu users to get away and he wasn't above charging through a couple of burns to maul an opponent with his bare hands. None of them had been like that day in the market. His hair was matted down from a shower in the locker room but it wasn't dripping...if anything the tips were frosted over. His pace slowed and halted as he turned to look at a mirror. The edges already beginning to frost over. He was in his reflection a monster.....even the clan of murderers for money wouldn't keep him. What good was a dog that could not be leashed or control his fangs...He stared into the mirror for a moment longer as he built up determination not to use jutsu for yet another fight. Not to use that ability which maimed his friend and cost him everything. He would win with taijutsu alone or fall. That was his way. His resolve setting itself entirely as the mirror itself frosted over so the image could no longer be made out. He was a warrior and need not think beyond that.

Too many thoughts meant too many distractions. His attention was drawn back to the hall as his match was scheduled to start soon. Random as it was he couldn't help but feel the pressure of full on combat. Few entered the arena and did not bleed. Even his sensei, a monolith that was currently out of the country, held his matches here. Televised for the world to see. He too would be a monolith in time. Perhaps these fights would be used in a reel in his rise to that position. His knuckles popped as he clenched his fists and proceeded down the hall. Emerging into the better lit arena to witness a girl sitting at the opposing entrance. As soon as he entered she would feel what all members of his clan put off. A cold aura like winter come in the morning. The temperature in the room dropping despite the strain of the AC down to freezing. From beneath his matted down hair glowing crimson eye marked her and watched unblinking. He held no reservations about fighting a female. He held no illusions she would be any less challenging. Kokai himself stood on his side of the arena with boots leading into blue jeans with a kunai tucked into his belt loop. A black tank top was all he wore for a top and yet something was off. Kokai did not cast a shadow. He didn't feel like the average genin and he was staring right at her. Waiting for her to rise to the challenge and attempt to cut him. To win the match and grow stronger as he intended to do. His hands clenching over fingerless leather gloves audibly as he looked to the camera briefly. The light showed it was one which meant one way or the other....a medic was on stand by.

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Kokai had entered and shifted his gaze until the sound of her rising caught his attention. He couldn't sense much from her which made her an unknown factor. His training sized her up and judged she was likely more fast than she was strong. A lithe form suggested flexibility. Determination and stance suggested less of a taijutsu focus and yet an amount of physical training. The way she held herself was different than someone who intended to stay at a distance. This was further proven by her walking towards him with a determined gaze. His crimson eyes burning into her as he considered what made her confident enough to get close to him. His shoulders rolled as he took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand. He couldn't hold back without taking damage and yet, if he lost control of his chakra much like his friend she would.....no...there were trained medics on standby that were better than his clan compounds had been. He could pull back fast enough if those dark flames emerged. He had to remain confident of that. If he allowed it to distract him she could really do some damage. He had faced women in battle before and been taught through blood not to underestimate them based on gender.

Still as they arrived at the center of the arena he would stop mid stride and plant his right fist into his open left palm. Bowing his head to her. He was cold and anger seemed to radiate off of him like he had something to get off his chest by beating it into her but he was still remaining formal. He spoke in a gravely voice...deep baritone with out much joy in it. His eyes never leaving her even when he bowed. "May our fight be honorable." A funny concept to him as he was lost to his clan without honor for losing control during a fight. What use did a clan of assassins have for an assassin that couldn't control his abilities. He would shift immediately after speaking. His feet spreading with his right foot forward and his left foot behind his left shoulder for increased balance. His form lowered slightly for a lower center of gravity as his left hand lowered to his waist with his fist turned upside down and his right fist lifted to in front of his face turned sideways.

Kokai would breath in as he waited just long enough for her to either take a pose or forgo it entirely before he would move on his exhale. A sudden burst of spinning movement in a half spin which shifted his boots on the ground in the opposing position they had just been in. with his left fist spinning and slamming forward with ferocious speed and power. It was a straight jab attack without a feint but it was designed with a purpose. He was testing her capabilities and putting out a feeler right off the bat. He wanted to see how her stance shifted and how she responded to a full speed attack. He didn't know anything about her fighting style so this was his learning moment. It would only pick up in pace from there. Those dark crimson eyes watching her closely. Still his right hand was kept close to his chest with the fist still clenched in preparation. Should she be as fast as she looked he needed to be able to defend quickly.

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750/750 Tempest Style - Feather Feet trained D rank