A Clash of two Styles (Masaru vs Jiro)

## Participants

Forsake

YukoAburame

## Setting

Training Grounds

Afternoon

3 o'clock

## Spar Log

Forsake: A
 deep breath escaped the boy's lips as he slipped his hoody on, fixed
his hakama, stretched his fingers out within his gloves and lastly
strapped his boots on ; his eyes now gazing over at the clock nearing
3PM. Stretching, rotating his arms, and lastly cracking his back for a
quick warm up; the clock now read 3:12. Shortly after Jiro gave his
goodbye to his parents. Grabbing the pouch that contained his six smoke
bombs, and 4 paper bombs and strapping two kunai's against his hips.
Though he wouldn't need it as for his training wouldn't need it 'One
must always be prepared' rang in his father's voice in his head. As the
clock struck 3:15 off he left his home and walked out heading towards
his destination. It wasn't more than a few days ago that his rival
Masaru challenged him to a training spar, something about proving his
fighting style would prevail against the famed Gentle Fist. Jiro
couldn't help but snicker as the memory ran by his mind as he headed off
 towards the training ground. The sun bright as ever as birds flew
above, happily chirping as their days goes by. A bright smile appearing
on his face as he wondered where they would go off to, what they would
want to do. It wasn't long before he arrived at his destination, ancient
 large tree's filled the grounds with rays of sunlight beaming in
between their leaves. The lighting within the forest seemed to be a
perfect balance of day and night giving a midday feel. These grounds
couldn't be more 100 or so yards. Though he wasn't able to tell as the
lands outstretched where his eyes could see. A peaceful sigh now escaped
 his breath as he sat down against a rock nearby the pound, reaching
about 40 yards across. Guessing the time to be near 3:30, he'd assume
his partner came late, and simply let his mind wonder and dream within
the peaceful forest listening to the animals live within.

YukoAburame: ~Masaru
smiled as he saw Jiro arriving at the training grounds. Masaru himself
had arrived early, as he was too anxious to wait at home. He had been
anticipating the fight for lord knows how long. So it was only natural
for him to be at the training grounds early, plotting which tree he was
going to punch him through first. In all honesty, he didn’t know how to
handle his Gentle Fist, perhaps just staying on his toes would be enough
 to evade it. He also knew that his Byakugan would be able to foresee
most of his moves, so he would have to think outside of box in order to
hit him. He didn’t want to resort to his actual Drunken Fist in order to
 beat him, but he was sure that his base speed could be seen by his
Byakugan, or perhaps he was giving him too much credit, His Byakugan
would have to be trained a bit to pick up Masaru’s speed, especially at
the Genin level. Masaru is the fastest Genin in the village, and in his
drunken state is the fastest shinobi in the village in terms of raw
physical speed. Masaru stood in the middle of the training grounds,
waiting by the shore of the pound. He had just finished his training
with Shin a while ago on the grounds, and felt a bit confident in his
new found abilities in terms of chakra channeling and control, allowing
him to use his Body Flicker more often and faster. He assumed Jiro
didn’t see him, as he was stuck looking around. Masaru was rarely late,
especially for something like this; his first fight against a Hyuga. He
wasn’t going to miss it for the world. He was crouched down over the
rocks that lead to the pound. He stood up and approached Jiro, stopping
twenty feet away before taking off his hat and holding it in his hands. ~
 “So, the Hyuga finally shows up…” ~He says, loud enough for him to hear
 him at the distance.~ “Let’s see if those eyes of yours can keep up
with the speed of a Namikaze. In fact, I’ll give you first move.” ~He
said, as he began to channel chakra into his hat, something Shin had
taught him. He was putting his wind chakra into it, but the hat remained
 the same in appearance. He was preparing it for if Jiro did in fact
charge him~

Forsake: Another
 sigh escaped his lips as his train of tranquility was broken, even
though he agreed and plan on doing the battle, he seemed to find a new
propose for these woods. Slowly opening his lavender toned eyes and
simply staring at the other 20 feet away from him. Slowly getting
himself up and ready, another stretch for good measures. Cracking his
neck before he'd crack his knuckles. “Namikaze.” Was all he spoke to the
 boy as he walked 13 feet closer. . He wasn't fully sure what to expect
from him and his unethical style. His eyes could see almost anything but
 it would be difficult to see the radical movements that he would do.
He'd have to completely focus his eyes on each and every single of his
tenketsu. “How kind of you, really shouldn't of.” He spoke to him in a
sort of sarcastic but playful tone. Veins quickly bulging out outwards
from his eyes. Giving his non-detailed lavender eyes outlines of his
pupil and iris. Turning the world around him into black and white,
though this world he could see perfectly clear as day, or at least
around a 60 yard radius. “I really should give you more credit, you
weren't late. You do actually have honor.” He spoke towards him, though
his words may seem harsh, they come from an upbringing of a prideful
clan. Taking a deep breath letting his chakra mold and move trough each
 of his own tenketsu until he clapped his hands together and began
waving signs. 'Water style: Hiding in mist' he spoke out within his mind
 and soon caused the humidity to raise and water vapor to spread about
until a thick white fog took over within a 40 yard radius. Chilling the
affected area around 10 degrees. Pressing his foot down onto the ground
before the boy launched himself with a small chakra blast from his foot
40 degree's to the left approximately 10 feet in length Rotating his
body with his right heel as another burst escaped from it closing in the
 remaining 5 feet between them. Watching as the outlined chakra line
from Masaru grow closer. His fingers outstretch and palm straighten,
aiming a Palm Bottom against the tensetku near his lower back. If
contact was made the tensetku would remain in tact, but movement flow
would be interrupted, slightly numbing the conention with his lower
half.

YukoAburame: ~Masaru watched as Jiro took a
few steps towards him, reducing the gap by about seven feet. He ignored his few
comments, staying focused on channeling his chakra into his hat. He then saw
him activate his Byakugan, and he knew the fight had begun. Without hesitation
he then threw his hat vertically at Jiro, immediately after he activated his Byakugan,
just before he used his Hiding in Mist technique. The hat had a cutting diameter
of one foot outward from the two foot long hat, basically making it a flying
three foot blade. Masaru put a curve on the throw, so that it sliced into the
ground for six feet before rising up in an attempt to cut Jiro at the collar
bone on his left side. That hat whizzed through the air at an incredibly fast
speed, though Masaru was sure his Byakugan could see it coming and give him
enough time to dodge. The cut would be deep the hat would be embedded into his
shoulder, and would for sure saw directly into the bone. He would surely be
bleeding a lot, and experience a lot of pain when trying to move his left arm. Again,
this would all occur just before he released his mist, probably the moment it
was released, meaning the mist would appear almost instantly after the hat
would cut him. If the hat did miss, it would fly up into the air and simply
float back down as the wind chakra within it fizzled out.  ~