Kozan himself wasn't crazy, but sometimes the people he met were pretty kooky. Just the other day, he had some beggar guy ask him for what he could only make out as "elephant ear". What...? Were there even elephants around this part of the world? Kozan didn't even want to think about it, didn't even want to give that request any of his brain space. Pathetic people like that... what were they doing in this new Kumo anyway? Then again... what was he doing here? Now that he thought about what his mother had told him, he was becoming more and more attuned to this strange idea that he was a relic of some past age of Kumo.
Then again, he hadn't even been born here, so that might not mean anything. He took a walk out to the training grounds, not really looking to train anything in particular. There was a douche there, waiting for a spar. Kozan accepted his offer, and began, shifting to his right. Faster... faster! He dodged, and kept dodging, keeping his hands in his pockets the whole time. The guy in front of him was clearly getting flustered, as he kept throwing straight jab after straight jab.
Eventually, he began to resort to faster, stronger haymakers, caring only for victory, so it seemed, rather than a good spar. Clearly, Kozan was too much for him. At this point, Kozan would remove one hand from his pocket, and begin to make slight blocks or parries to the dude's attacks while still avoiding skillfully. He was definitely fast enough to stay safe while this guy was attacking him, and his adversary was clearly getting more and more tired. At this rate, he would win solely by attrition. This seemed like a pretty good strategy, but also a slight revelation on how to do combat. At least, it was his own style. Keep dodging and wear down your opponent, and then...
At last there was a hesitiation in the guy's attack pattern. Perfect. He was clearly winded and ready to give out, so Kozan merely leaned forward and helped him down, slamming his face into the dirt.
"Sweat dreams, fucktard."
With that, the spar between the two would be over, his opponent utterly defeated, face-down in the earthen training grounds. Kozan wiped his brow. He really needed to get more stamina. With that, he headed home, satisfied.
[WC 400
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