Fist to fist. Nothing more simple. (Amauri Kotei)

Snow was finding himself in the middle of his two personalities. The sun shiny passive loving Snow was gone. But he was at least beginning to gain a control of his freak outs. The day that he attacked his own comrade, being Asahi, he swore that he would not allow his mind to play the same tricks on him again. He was going to take control of his own mind, even if that meant to be in a constant state of anxiety or anger. He found himself in the training grounds, doing his best to try and meditate like he did before. It always seemed to do the trick when it came to taking away his panic and stress in his heart, allowing him to calm down. But lately the only thing that would work for him, was fighting. 

He gave up on meditating and decided to instead skulk about the training grounds, hoping he would find someone that would be willing to fight with him. Hoping especially that they would give him a harder challenge than Kamari or anyone that he had went up against in hand to hand combat, but only time would tell.

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As Snow was just finishing up meditating, he was thinking to himself about the multiple sparring partners that he had to that point, and he was disappointed. He wanted a real challenge. He wanted to find someone that would truly push him passed his current heights, but so far no one was able to do that for him. The spar with Kamari was not even a cake walk, and the only one to interest him so far was Asahi, but time would only tell if he was going to be able to push Snow anywhere at all. Snow stood to his feet and he began looking side to side to see if he would find anyone of interest to him. 

To his surprise he had someone walking directly up to him, a shorter fellow with long black hair on the top of his head, but shaved head on the sides of his skull. Snow hopped down from the stone that he was upon and heard the man's voice for the first time. He asked Snow if he would be up for a spar. For a moment, he would wonder what a coincidence. But then he did remember that he was in the training grounds. He looked the boy up and down, and he shrugged his shoulders. "Sure. I'd be okay with that. Hand to hand, no jutsu or chakra usage. I like to see how quickly my comrades think before getting to serious with my sparring. What say you?" Snow would wait for a response. 

If accepted, he would get into his fighting stance and wait for his opponent to throw the first punch.

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Snow's new opponent would drop into a fighting stance. Snow, as was his usual when he would be in spars with others, he would allow them the first move. He figured this gave the opponent the opportunity to get the drop on Snow with something that he wouldn't be expecting. Unfortunately for Snow, that was not the case with this opponent. A simple front step kick coming for his knee, most likely with the goal of knocking Snow backwards to set up a follow up attack to take advantage of the newly unbalanced stance that Snow would be in. 

Usually, his first move would be more passive, probably to sidestep the shot and drag the leg down into a leg lock of sorts. But that was, unfortunately for his new sparring opponent, the old Snow. The new Snow had different ideas, different reactions in store for the attack. While there truly wasn't anything wrong with the attack being used or how it was executed. Snow was just becoming more bothered by the his own existence, so he figured that if he had to be in pain on a day to day basis, so would everyone else. 

Moments before the landing of the step kick to Snow's knee, Snow would quickly side step the kick just as his leg was about to extend. In the same fluid motion, Snow would thrust an elbow directly into the jaw of the opponent. Adding to the combination, he would bring his right fist directly into his opponent's throat. Should these attacks hit, the sparring opponent would most likely incapacitate his opponent, even if only for a little bit.

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The fights that he had been a part of lately seemed awfully repetitive, almost like he was fighting the same person again and again. Seemed like most people reacted to the things he would perform in the same way. Maybe it was his fault, maybe it was the academy for not teaching others how to fight. He didn't know for sure, but he did know that he had yet been impressed by this foe. Snow did know that this was only the beginning of the spar, but he also knew that you could tell a lot about a fighter based on their first move. This fighter was like most others, very defensive. He wished that one day he would find a fighter that was just as offensive and as aggressive as he was, but it seemed that was only a dream for now. 

Snow only barely missed the elbow, the reaction time on this guy was decent to be sure, but the only issue he had was very similar to the others that he had fought. "You leave yourself so open..." Snow would think to himself. The moment the weight would shift from his hind leg to his front leg, Snow would sweep the leg while canceling his planned follow up punch. There was little to no point in punching ones arms in the form to block. 

While sweeping that leg to put his opponent on the floor, Snow would place his boot onto his throat. Should Snow find his opponent in this situation, he would ask him if he knew exactly what he did wrong. While he was very indifferent to much of the world at this point, he still wanted to groom the ninjas in Konoha to become more ruthless, and more competent fighters. This one was going to be no exception to his newfound training style.

Should the sweep miss its mark and his opponent would be able to counter it. Snow would be ready to react to that as well.

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The aggression that Snow showed was for the better of his opponent. No opposition would ever show them kindness, so why should he? The stomp onto the opponent’s neck missed, but only barely. He would roll out of the way, which Snow would lunge forward with his feet first, dodging the low kick so just before  his opponent would be able to deliver his attack, but just as he would launch up to deliver it, Snows feet would connect with the opponent’s torso. Should this connect, it would send the opponent backwards on to his back.