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

Snow’s plan worked out perfectly. The drop kick landed directly on his chest, knocking him backwards on to his back. Snow wasted no time, he hit the ground and launched himself toward his opponent once again. Just as the opponent would finish his sliding of two meters, Snow would mount on top of him, holding both of his arms down with his legs. Snow would thrust his fist directly into his opponent’s face, only to stop milimeters away from his face, allowing the opponent to feel the heat coming off of his fist, but not connecting. Should the opponent try to counter, he would finish his job and send his left fist directly into his temple, knocking him out. Should he concede, then Snow would begin speaking to him, while still mounted on top of the opponents body.

“You have a quick mind, but if you want to survive this world, you need to hone your abilities. I do not play easy with anyone, not even myself.” Snow lifted his shirt, showing all of the X’s that he had carved into his waistline. “These are for all of the failures that I have committed.” Snow would stand up and offer the opponent his hand to help him up onto his feet. 

Should the opponent accept his offer or not, Snow would speak with an indifferent voice, “I give you the option, want to prove to yourself that you can win in a second round? Or shalll you give up?” Snow would be in his fighting stance when he began speaking, watching his opponent’s every movement waiting for him to make a move. He would also ask him if he wanted Snow to make the first move on this round.

WC: 289

As Snow was sailing through the air, he saw his opponent raise his leg, to catch Snow while he flew towards him. Snow saw this as a last ditch effort, such attacks needed to be dealt with accordingly. Snow swiftly moved his right leg around to the front and kicked the outstretched leg with all of his might. He was sure to kick the shin area, as to not break anything, just cause immense pain. Being that both of them had new sources of momentum, Snow would land next to his opponent on the ground on to his right side. Snow would roll backwards, and his opponent would do the same. 

Upon standing the two would look at each other, Snow would have a look of indifference to counter the look of passion that would engulf his opponent's face. He would speak first, saying that he would like to spar again in the future. Snow would nod to his opponent before speaking in a monotone way, "Should I still be within this village, I shall spar with you." Snow then got out of his fighting stance and brushed off his sleeve from the grass and dirt that he had gotten onto it. 

WC:202

Snow watched as his opponent readied himself for a fight with his injured shin. Feeling some sort of flicker of hope after the interesting, albeit brief spar that they had. Snow weakly smiled and replied to his opponent. “Yes. Given your current state, you are in no shape to spar. Sparring while injured is a good thing to get the practice in should you need to fight in an injured state, but it will only breed bad habits when it comes to form and technique. So I would say that we are done here.” Snow looked down at his opponent’s shin and he knew that it would be in immense pain should it be left alone. If it was left alone for too long, then it would not heal properly. 

“One moment.” Snow would say to his opponent as he rummaged through his backpack for something. He grabbed a small jar and handed it over to Akarui. “I make this cream to help with injures such as those. It will itch like hell for the next day or two, butt it will allow the pain to ease and muscles to heal properly.” After handing the jar over to his opponent, he would finally ask this simple question. “What is your name friend?” Snow hadn’t called anyone that in weeks. There was something about this individual. Was it his skill in combat? Had to be. Snow hadn’t been seeing much in the skill in combat as of late, so he had slightly given up on the members of the village at this point. 

After learning his name, Snow would continue to ask questions with his former opponent. “Where did you learn to fight? Do you feel like this village has been doing enough to forge their shinobi into worthy adversaries? Or just simply allowing them to run wild with little to do in the means of training after the academy?” Snow would observe everything about his former opponent during this questioning to learn every detail he could about the boy.

WC: 339

After his former opponent in the spar would accept the jar of cream that Snow had handed to him, Snow would learn the name of his former opponent. "Akarui Kotei? Charmed. My name is Snjor Yuki, but most people call me Snow." His face would return to its indifferent state. Akarui would explain where he learned to fight and how he had lost a lot of his skill and ability during the time that he had taken off. Snow was slightly disappointed when he heard that this opponent who has a promising mindset for battle, was the type to take time off of his training and allow his ability to rot. 

When Akarui spoke of his thoughts on the village, Snow would be listening to every word. He wanted to know exactly what his thoughts were and he was more than curious about his opinions on the state of the village militarily. The opinion that Akarui had was that of a lukewarm, yet reasonable type of opinion. There was little the Kage could do when it came to having an overabundance of Genin and having hardly any higher ranked shinobi that could take on a team.

"I do believe that they are too soft. The leader of a group generally only teaches one thing, discipline. But what good is a leader to those who already have it? They can teach them teamwork, sure. But when it comes to true skill and ability, the Genin can teach themselves that. The leaders are nonexistent in this village, but the Genin can do more for themselves to bring themselves to a higher plane of ability, right?" Snow would wonder if this individual, this Akarui would have what it took to join Snow. He also wondered if he would be willing to join Snow in his mission.

Akarui would then send another question to Snow. "How I got so ruthless? I assumed it was from a build up of frustration of just how weak so many of the Genin were. I had been going into spars and brawls with the others and I have been getting tired of just how weak they all are. I want to find someone, anyone, that would be able to challenge me in a fight and actually make me feel like I may lose. But so far, I haven't found it yet. I want to change the culture in this village, I want to show others just how to be ferocious. I want them all to stop being so soft and forge them in the fire that is pain and agony if that is what it takes." Snow would lean against the fence that was directly next to him. 

"I feel like this village is a place where strength goes to become complacent. The place where power dies. I feel like beyond those walls is where the true power lies, the power to defend whole villages, not just a handful of higher ups."

Snow listened to the words that would come from Akarui and he felt as if he was speaking directly from Snow's own mind. Snow had been thinking the same thing, wanting the same things. He wanted to grasp the power that was outside the village, actually something that was a ninja worthy task. No more of these menial missions that meant little to nothing. "I agree with every word you have spoken, I will be doing just that. Leaving this village on a mission from the Kage. He just doesn't know it yet." Snow lightly chuckled as he walked out of the training grounds. He would waved to Akarui "If you ever want to come, you'll be welcome!" Snow yelled over his shoulder as he walked out. Snow was hopeful that this Akarui was something of interest, but only time would truly tell. 

EXIT: 
WC: 143
TWC:2641 

Claims: +52 AP 

+737 towards Fuuinjutsu (Completed from this thread.)
+141 towards Fuuinjutsu (141/2000) as 2nd spec now that Snjor is C rank.
+1763 towards Telepathy Seal (1763/2500)