Syekren was quietly sitting and contemplating what exactly he was doing here in the Tsumi sand grounds. Many people asked to be trained by him, or asked for his help. Very few of them had actually convinced him to step out of his comfort zone, training in the sandy arena. Yet, here he was, sitting in the sands meditating while he awaited his student of the day, whatever her name was. He knew he was to be teaching a kunoichi, or female ninja, but had no idea as to the identity of said person, nor the name. He'd simply received a message that he was to wait for her out her in the Tsumi Sand Grounds, out of the village's interior. She would most likely introduce herself as she came up to him, but for now he'd have to speculate. Was it some bad ass ninja? Some crazy kunoichi that no one else would agree to train? Could it be the daimyo's niece? Someone related to the Kazekage? A visiting dignitary's wife? The possibilities were near endless and all of this speculation and guessing was giving the Uchiha a headache. He wished he would get a nice message sometimes asking politely to train a specific person, with all the details he'd need written out so he didn't have to do a bunch of guessing and then test for himself. He did like testing for himself, but this was ridiculous.

The jounin sighed and stood, the sun coming down upon his form, outlining it in the brilliant light. He was dressed head to toe in mostly black clothing. There was his black shinobi netted shirt with blackout sleeves concealing his arms, with a shinobi gi vest over it. Black shinobi gi tights, black tabi and black shinobi sandals. Even his hitai-ate's cloth was a dark jet black colour, matching his hair's deep hue. The only thing not black was his sunagakure no sato flak jacket, which was a deep sandy brown. On his right thigh were bandages wrapped around and a tool pouch over those that held his shuriken and kunai. Upon the back of his belt, under the flak jacket was his trusty tanto, Hikari-Ha. It was placed in an easy position to reach and use, while not being in the way of anything else should he need mobility. The Uchiha sighed and straightened the hitai-ate upon his forehead, the sun glinting off of the metal. He heard foot steps approaching, which caused him to turn to greet the newcomer, hopefully his student.

"Ah, it's been long enough. I assume you're the one I was asked to train? My name is Syekren."

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Syekren sighed quietly and reached into the pockets of his flak jacket, procuring a scroll. Naho Nakajima then? Was that her name? Syekren shrugged inwardly and opened the scroll, reading over the romaji symbols for a moment before he spoke. "I suppose it is Naganori, yes. I dunno really, I only skimmed it and didn't see your name specifically or who I would be training so to me the client wasn't the import thing. I didn't recognize the name from anywhere, after all. In any case, yes. Let's get down to training. I don't exactly know what you can do so just come at me with whatever you have and we'll go from there. Don't be afraid to go all out, because you won't actually be able to hurt me, trust me on that." The ninja chuckled and turned away from the girl, walking off in the opposite direction she'd come from, stopping after ten meters. He stood there quietly, his blue eyes lazily watching her form. His mind calculated the many different ways she could attack and with what, and he kept himself at the ready. His mind, however, had other things that it wanted to bring up.

The Uchiha had noticed her beautiful green eyes and long flowing scarlet hair that seemed to reach her waist. She too wore black clothing as he did, it wouldn't be so strange normally, save for the fact the two were residing in a desert village. It was currently a normal day in such a desert as well, which meant that their black clothing would hold in more heat. He imagined she was just as trained to deal with this as he though, so he made no mention nor took any mental notes of this. Upon further inspection, Syekren noticed that she too had a scar on her eye. What it was from was something he was unsure of. It could be from the same problems he had before, or it could possibly just be that she wasn't careful as a child. Either way, Syekren stopped dwelling in his thoughts and reached back for his blade. He stopped and reconsidered this, thinking of the repercussions should she not be able to handle such an act and dropped his hand. He didn't want to put too much on a student the first day without knowing what they were capable of. And so he waited for her movements first.

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Syekren smiled as he heard movement after only two meters or so. He hadn't gone as far as he wanted before there were a sound of a hand cutting through the air to throw something, while the sand shifted to allow a forward dash. With  an agility that matched his normal speed, his had pushed into his tool pouch to grip onto the lone kunai within, his form turning as he drew it in an inverted hold, the blade pointed down to the sand instead of upwards to the sky. He held this at a defensive diagonal angle while his free hand raised upon seeing a glint through the air. There was something flying at his head, near eye level and it seemed that she'd wanted to get this party started in a most peculiar way: senbon. When he caught the tool between forefinger and thumb, he gave a slight tug and noticed that it was attached to something, most likely ninja wire. The jonin quietly tossed the senbon down and moved his form to the opposite side of an oncoming slash, raising his arm and subsequently twisting the kunai through the air as he did so.

The contact of the two blades meeting would be softened by a parrying motion brought on by the elder ninja. Her katana strike, while well placed, would simply be ineffective as a means for attacking head on someone so far above her own level. She had heart and a great mind for tactics it seemed, but nothing that was exactly exemplary to his standards. Following the parry, the Uchiha would move forward to barely be inches from her face with his own, smiling softly. His bristly beard would move with his jaws, while his blue eyes danced with watching her movements. "Talented, yes. But I'm sure this isn't all you have for me. Push yourself much harder than this and you may even have the ability to scratch me." He was goading her into trying harder, trying to see if she really had anything else to give in such a situation. Once his words were done, his speed went to the brink of what he could manage, ducking and rolling backwards from the girl, coming to land back upon his feet. His free hand went into his pouch, pulling his three shuriken free.

One hand with a kunai and one with three shuriken: not something he normally did, but it would do for an encounter like this. The man quietly jumped back and tossed one in a left arc to come around towards the girl's side. When he landed, he jumped to the right and loosed a second in a wider arc above. The Uchiha smirked as he ran forward, tossing his last shuriken in a rising arc behind the girl, meeting the second at its fulcrum to be knocked back towards the girl aimed at her spine.  During this chain of events, his kunai would come in a slashing motion towards her stomach, with much less speed than the other movements. He'd not want to actually harm her, after all. And so, his speed would most likely be around the maximum for a genin, or even one freshly made a chuunin. It would provide an ample challenge, without being completely over her head. How she reacted to such attacks would shape his opinions on her styles and his ideas for a lesson plan.  Syekren knew all too well how overwhelming something could be if the student was not ready to learn, and only hoped she actually knew what she was doing.

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Syekren watched the girl carefully, bracing to move as she came towards him again. Not for nothing but she had deflected one of the shuriken and it fell to the sand without a sound. The other two had done their job behind her as she approached, but something had told her to crouch and turn her body. When his kunai and her katana met, she'd kicked off with her right leg, giving distance between the two of them. Upon her landing in a crouch she shot her hand out, which if Syekren could guess by the senbon still there, was only for the wire that led to the ninja tool he'd thrown down to the sand earlier. It was before she'd even landed that his body was set into motion. Syekren's form turned to face her, his free hand coming back to rest upon the hilt of his tanto while his hand holding the kunai would toss it up, the arm swinging out as the shuriken approached. A maneuver such as the one he was pulling would normally be hard for lower ninja to perform and would take countless times of practice to get it right, without hurting oneself.

The lucky thing was: Syekren had spent years honing his skills. Once the shuriken was in range, the arm swung over it, his middle finger pushing down into the hole in the middle. His middle finger curled slightly to keep the projectile spinning and in his hand as his arm continued the arc. Once it reached the fulcrum, he straightened his finger again and released the shuriken towards the girl. It was not aimed truly at her, but at the wire that would be coming from her hands to control the senbon on its way to Syekren. The turn the man had performed would bring the blade of the tanto out around three inches, a fourth of its length, where the glinting metal would be hit by the ninja tool. It would bounce off back into the sand once more while the shuriken would fly towards where he guess her ninja wire was stemming from based on the trajectory of her pull. This was all quite a bit of math to do in the few seconds he saw her performing these actions, but he wasn't done just yet. As he finished his turn and throw, blocking the senbon, his kunai came back down. His arm was already swinging back to catch it by the hilt as he stepped forward.

There was a quickness in his movement. He didn't just sprint towards the girl, but around to her right, searching out a blind spot. Instead of finding one, the male kicked hard three time to push up clouds of the sand into the air.  This would mask the movements he would use, which would then include sheathing his tanto and throwing the kunai through the cloud at the girl. While this happened, he'd run around to the back, kicking sand up and did so again on the left. This would cause an encompassing cloud of sand around nearly all sides of the girl: save for the front. It was with this that the male would activate his two tomoe sharingan, bringing his body with his full speed to the area between the sand clouds. If all was to his plan, this would be the center of focus should she look around to take in her surroundings. It would be then that he'd begin to make handseals, staring straight to the face of the girl. There would be a tiger, then a sleight of hand to the monkey seal while his two tomoe sharingan spun around. It would seem that only one jutsu would be used, but in fact there would be two.

Once he finished the handseals he'd breathe in deeply and then release it, there coming a fireball of quantifiable size. "No wasted movements. Always on guard, plan for anything." He'd call out to her as the fireball would descend upon her form. What wouldn't be necessarily apparent is that the fireball was a simple genjutsu that would only trick her into believing she was on fire, taking damage. The second part of the jutsu would be that the normal trigger would be replaced with her looking into his eyes, triggering the genjutsu through eye contact instead of the monkey seal. It was something he'd learned while studying the history of the sharingan and the Uchiha. Not many knew of the Uchiha lately, especially around the village hidden in the sand. So if this girl knew anything about the sharingan, she'd be able to tell what it was by his eyes, which would be used as the moment to trigger his genjutsu. In theory, at least. Many people would simply think he was wearing contacts if they weren't privy to the clans that used to exist in numbers.

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