Her breathing slightly heavy, Nozomi eyed her opponents as they tried to circle her. She was still in the middle of her recovery, and hadn't gotten quite back up to full strength yet, but she wasn't going to let that keep her down. As soon as she was cleared from the hospital and was allowed to go back to her heavy training regimen, Nozomi challenged some of the Special Jounin in the village to a straight fight. Of course, she had a few people bite, and it was thus that she found herself in a taijutsu match against 3 opponents. So far, it hadn't been going too poorly for her, but she wasn't able to end the fight as fast as she would have liked. At her peak, she would have been able to take them out within a few seconds, but the fight had been dragging on for a few minutes now.

Tightening the kiri headband she wore on her forehead, Nozomi kept her sweat from dripping down into her eyes. Unlike most times she'd been seen, Nozomi didn't wear her battle gear, but instead a tight fitting Kimono, and some shorts. Her feet were clad in a basic open toed black sandal, leaving her body mostly undefended. She didn't particularly need to lug around her heavy gear at the moment, and should anyone actually try to attack her seriously, she wasn't without her own abilities. The girl was a Taijutsu master as well as a Bukijutsu one, so her hands were as deadly as the blades she usually used. With the inclusion of her ninjutsu, there wasn't much need for her to actually have any weapons on her, and her weights were out of the question at the moment, as she was already much slower than she was used to without them.

As usual of one of Nozomi's matches, she'd drawn a small crowd to watch her. It was obvious to anyone who had seen her fight before that she was either holding back a lot, or she was hindered in some way, so the match was fairly more even than it should have been. Still, people liked to watch the small girl fight, she never failed to impress. She was a common face to be seen at the Training grounds, although for the last few weeks she'd been hospitalized, and that had followed only shortly after her return from Kumogakure, so she hadn't really been seen around much by anyone lately. Perhaps that attributed to the larger than usual crowd that watched, halting their own training sessions to see the Jounin fight. People tended to try and use what they saw from her fights and learn from it, or just ask her to teach them. She'd usually offer some small hints, and a few lessons, but none of her students had really stuck with her.

The three converged on Nozomi, obviously used to fighting together, as their moves were too well rehearsed to be anything else. Of course she'd have chosen to fight a squad who practiced together regularly. Still, she'd been faring well, yet to be hit by any of them. They'd managed to avoid any major hits themselves though, using their coordinated attacks to keep her focused on other targets, and not letting her focus down any of them. If she were able to pick one off, the fight would be as good as over at that point. They were lucky that the fight was restricted to only basic taijutsu, as if she had access to her jutsu, she'd have already ended the match.

A right hook came towards Nozomi's face from the Special Jounin in front of her, a leg sweep from the one on her left, and an attempted body rush from the one on her right. It was just the move that Nozomi needed in order to turn the fight around in her favor. So far, she'd been on quite the defensive, letting themselves wear each other out with an all out assault on her, conserving her own energy as much as possible. She was slightly out of breath from dodging and weaving, but still had plenty of gas left. She jumped slightly forward, to avoid the body rush and the leg sweep went by where she had been. Her left arm moved upwards to intercept the right hook, surprising the three of them. It had been completely unexpected for her to move forward, and so the body rush went forward and smashed into the one who was mid leg sweep. Meanwhile, Nozomi's right palm moved forward and blasted into the face of the man in front of her.

Her momentum kept her moving forward into the slightly dazed Special Jounin, and they fell to the ground together, Nozomi on top of him. Two quick jabs from her kept him down before any of them had a chance to collect themselves, and Nozomi continued her forward momentum with a roll, ending up in a slight kneeling position facing the two Special Jounin who remained. They had only just gotten untangled from their mishap, which had only lasted but a second, but that didn't matter. It was all the time she'd needed. Her breathing was heavier a little, but there was a smirk on her face. She'd already won this matchup and they knew it. The only real hope they had would be to catch her off guard, but their training had been too ingrained in them. Switching their styles wasn't an option they had ever considered, and today wasn't any different.

WC: 929
TWC: 929

A boy is seen leaving a home, which really wasn’t a home to him at all. It was more like a prison, a place where he was under the heel of a warden’s curse. The difference between this prison, and the real one, is that this hell hole was a bit more lenient when it came to furlough. Of course he could leave when he wanted to; it was only the matter of if he could manage to leave his home after suffering from the warden’s wrath, his father’s abuse. So, today would be just like any other day, with Souku leaving the house from the window, bruised and beaten, and his father, now lying down on the couch passed out from his ill moral actions.

Although, no matter how much pain is inflicted on Souku, he always used this anger and pain to help him muster up whatever strength he had left, and train his body in the ways of shinobi. His ultimate goal is to become powerful enough to of come his fear of his father, and take his much deserved revenge. In the end, it’s the only thing he had in this life; he didn’t care about anything else.

It truly was unfortunate for Souku, to be one of the few on this island, to be born into such a violent family, to have to endure all of his father’s wretched twisted abuse. If only things were different, perhaps Souku would have turned into a completely different person, a boy would have sure had a bright future ahead of him. A boy could’ve become a respectable man. However, the route, Souku is currently taken, would assure him the fact that he probably won’t even make it to the age of 18. A boy could only take so much abuse and hatred physically, and mentally.

Moments later, the bruised boy arrives to a crowded field. A boy isn’t used to seeing a lot of people congregate into on section in the training grounds. As he leaves the jungle and slows his running, he is revealed, all except the bruises and cuts, covered by his clothing. His attire consists of him wearing a thin teal colored long sleeve jacket, with a dark blue vest over it. It is accompanied by khaki pants that stop at his mid shins, the shoes he is wearing are normal black shinobi issued sandals, which reveal his toes and ankles. As for his equipment, his shinobi mist hand band  is fasten tight against his forehead, his two bangs obscures it’s visibility from the front, only revealing the metal piece that carries the village symbol.  On his thigh, he a tool case, strapped against it. However, it is empty, since Souku couldn’t exactly afford any weapons at the moment, due to him not being assigned to a team. This obstacle has proved to be his biggest problem as of yet. Plus for a genin fresh out of the academy to carry out a mission alone wouldn’t be wise at all. Also, last be not least, he wears his white satchel, the thick strap is seen going across his chest and downwards. He normally uses this whenever he kills any small animals on his hunting games.  

Souku, now interested, finally walks towards the crowd, his small frame allowed him to pass through it, without gaining any attention. The moment Souku reached to the front, he sees a female dressed in a kimono, stand above a downed opponent,, delivering tow blows. Souku, his eyebrows no raised, takes in the whole setting. From what he could gather, it was a 3 v 1, which now turned into a 2 v 1. Souku was interested in her power. As he continued to watch, he places his right hand against his rib cage on his left side. The bruise there hurt the most, out of all the others. A boy watches the power female, while standing in pain.

Nozomi faced the two Special Jounin, and raised her hands to beckon them to come towards her. She wasn't going to do anything but wait for them to come and attack her. Usually, she was on the offensive, but right now she wanted to test her defensive ability against them both attacking her at once. The two of them rushed at her, raining down a flurry of blows from just diagonal her. Still technically in front of her, Nozomi simply pushed each of their attacks to the side, rather than outright blocking them. It was easier to redirect the strikes using their horizontal force to keep them moving past her than to stop each individual strike.

Her hands were only focused on redirection, which left her legs open to do what she wanted. Launching out a kick towards the one on her right, Nozomi caught him in the solar plexus, knocking him backwards while knocking the wind out of him. Spinning around moments after, she caught the other with the back kick on his side, and knocked him to the ground as well. Grinning, Nozomi waited to see what the two would do, but it was evident to her that they didn't really want to continue much further. The difference between them was far too great, and so they didn't come back for another attack. Dusting themselves off, they conceded the spar to Nozomi, who bowed to them.

The crowd now dispersing, offering Nozomi their congratulations, Nozomi took a moment to breath. She wasn't quite where she wanted to be, having not fully healed, but she was still quite a force to be reckoned with, and she had no doubt that in time she would be back to her usual kickass self. Looking around her, Nozomi turned around, starting to walk towards a training post, and went through some basic forms, doing rather lax training.

WC: 315
TWC: 1244