Hasashi meets Kinkotsu (Private, No kill)

Hasashi walked through the village, moving through the crowds as people went about their busy day. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to do, the young Uchiha had received no missions as of late and had found no good sparring partners within the last few days. His last spar had in fact been against some strange child who had been cut by another Genin, and used his own blood as an attempt to attack Hasashi.

The young Genin cringed at the thought, blood disgusted him. It seemed that every time he got into a fight, someone bled. His first spar in the borders had ended with a blood bleeding heavily from his rear and the second he had actually gotten the blood of another boy on him. He wished that it didn’t happen, but he knew that it was something that he would one day have to get used to.

He ended up deciding that maybe he would try and find someone to spar anyway. He was wearing his gear, as he hadn’t been sure what to do he had decided to bring his stuff in case he wanted to go on a mission or something.

Hasashi had 3 kunai in a pouch strapped to his outer left thigh, a slightly larger pouch also strapped to his belt and resting above his rear. His ninjato was strapped above his back with the hilt poking out above his shoulder. His headband, which still looked new, was wrapped around his forehead. His T-shirt was his favorite black one, and his shorts were white. He wore his favorite pair of ninja sandals as well.

It took Hasashi only a few minutes to get to the training grounds, jumping from building to building with surprising speed for his age. When he arrived, he landed on the ground and looked around for a decent sparring partner, or even someone to talk to. Maybe that Galen guy would be there, he had seemed like a really gifted shinobi. Hasashi would have liked to talk to him, but he didn’t seem to be there at that time.

TWC: 350

Kinkotsu woke up early and decided to take a trip to the
training grounds after a routine jog. Nothing serious but he knew that to have
a perfect workout he must first warm up his muscles. In doing so he would get
the view of the sunrise and really enjoy the crisp breeze throughout the
village. As time passed he would begin doing about five sets of twenty-five
pushup’s, sit-ups, crunches, jumping jacks, and squats which he would do at his
own pace just to keep the body warm and relaxed during some training on some
dummies.


The true story is he was furious he was still a genin. This
would actually motivate Kin into pushing himself to train hard each and every
day. No one really spoke to Kin as a friend and this would be the root cause of
his consistent training. It was time for him to pound the dummies. He would use
tactical maneuvers to strike each dummy.
He placed his pouch on him holding about six kunai and twelve senbon seeing as
he was in his village. Now he just sat and watched as people would walk by as
he regained some stamina.

TWC: 198

It seemed that no one that Hasashi knew was at the training grounds, much to his dismay. He would have to find someone new to train with. That was hard to do though, most people didn’t want to fight against a ten year old boy. And those who were his age, often didn’t want to fight him because he was the ‘Pathless Sage’, the boy born from the clans that had been born from the original Sage. Most of them were scared of his lineage, he was a known member of the Uchiha clan within the village and some others also knew of his mother’s clan, the Senju.As he looked around, Hasashi chuckled as he remembered the rumor that had once been started, that he had been capable of using the Sharingan, Mokuton, and the all mighty Rinnegan. He a smirk appeared on the young boy’s lips, it would be interesting if he could do that. But the young boy was content with his bloodline abilities, see as he possessed the Sharingan.

Looking around, Hasashi spotted a much older boy who seemed to be resting after doing some sort of exercise. He decided that he would talk to him. Hasashi moved at a quick pace over to the boy, until he stood about 2 meters away from him.

“Hi! Who are you?” he would ask curiously, though to some he might have come across as rude seeing a she hadn’t given his name away first. But Hasashi was more curious than polite, though he didn’t mean to be.

TWC: 608

Kinkots was suprised to be approached by a well known shinobi. Realizing the boy of the many tales was still young he would act as if he did not recognize him. "Well hello to you young shinobi im Kin who might you be? Are you looking for someone else?" He was uncertain of this childs intentions but he would find out through speaking with this young prestigous lad. The fact Kin knew most about this boy is why he was astonished to be approached. He would have no choice but to await a reply.

Most of the people who knew of Hasashi were fairly young. He was an exceptionally skilled Genin, especially given his age, but it wasn’t as though he was well known by everyone in the village. There were just a few rumors about him, so he never thought that the older boy was pretending not to know him. He just assumed the older boy, Kin, just didn’t know who he was.

“I’m Hasashi, nice to meet you!” the young boy grinned. He had of course, neglected his clan name on purpose. His family was really paranoid about people knowing he was an Uchiha, even people within the village. Of course, plenty of people knew what clan he was from, but his parents still didn’t want the young Genin spreading the information around further, and possibly putting himself in danger if someone wanted his eyes. Now that he knew about his Sharingan, Hasashi had begun to also worry about someone attempting to steal his powerful eyes.

“No, well…. That depends on your answer actually. I’m trying to find someone to spar, would you be willing to fight me?” his grin stayed on his face as he asked the question. The boy was older than Has, so he assumed he was also more skilled and experienced. He was rather eager for a fight, as long as no one got cut or really hurt. Hasashi was actually a fairly competent fighter, but at the site of blood or anything like that he behaved much the same way any normal kid would. He would get scared and run away, or get grossed out. He had yet to develop the mentality needed to become a true shinobi, he had the skills, he just lacked the correct mind set.

TWC: 900

Kin knew not to take the boy lightly. This was an oppurtunity to finally see if all his training was woth it. He almost would not let himself turn down a friendly sparring match. The kid may have been young but his heritage was all someone needed to be proven deadly. The only issue Kin had was he may be unable to utilize his specialy against a kekkai genkai user. This would however make this spar even more important because how else would he prove to be a great shinobi without learning the ways to defeat such powerful shinobi assets.

"Well Has I will gladly accept your offer. Its great to see a standout shinobi like yourself willing to fight."

He was unsure of the childs abilities to quickly tried to detect any sudden motion. This child beared some considerable weaponry at his disposale so Kin had to be on guard. Pouch was ready and his body was already warmed up from training it was only a matter of time before the kid decided to pull something. During this prep Kin would say "May the best shinobi win' this would be a test for both shinobi.

Hasashi nodded when the boy said he would spar, quite happy that he had a sparring partner. “Alright! Let’s get started!”

Hasashi stepped backwards, taking a few steps so that he was 4 meters away from the boy. His left hand went to the hilt of his sword, his ninjato ready to be removed from its sheathe and used to fight his opponent.

“So what sort of rules do you want to have? Obviously we shouldn’t kill or seriously injure each other, any rules you ant to add?” Hasashi of course didn’t want to get cut, but more importantly he didn’t want to cut the other boy. There was something gross about the blood of other people, even more so than his own blood. Even though he liked using blades, he hated to cut other people and make them bleed.

TWC: 1040