>>5786205>>5786206>>5786212>+1 Will of Fire, your total is now 4>You still have 0 True Ninja points, you’re a real nice kid“Look,” you explain, holding up your hands in a placative manner “It was an accident, and nobody got hurt. I’m sorry and-”
An impulse in the base of your spin tingles and you throw your head back just in time to avoid getting sucker punched by the dark-haired boy. Another round of straight jabs comes your way as the boy aggressively surges towards you, forcing you to back up towards the fence and get your arms in front of you to protect your face.
“Die, bastard!” he screams at you.
You’re not even upset, you’re just in awe with just how bad things can seriously go for you on what you consider to be your first day of legitimate training. This kid wasn’t some kind of elite fighter or anything, but protecting yourself was taking all of your energy. You were already significantly exhausted from running back and forth for an hour so offense was out of the question now that you were already on your back foot. You do manage to more or less prevent yourself from taking a significant blow, but your arms were going to be hurt and bruised for days, not to mention a couple of the kid’s wild swings manage to get through your guard and nail you in your left shoulder. If this kept up it was only a matter of time before he managed to get in a hard strike on your face or torso.
Thankfully, Juro-Sensei finally decides that you’ve had enough.
“Alright, alright, that’s enough, I’ve seen what I wanted to see.”
The dark-haired boy ignores him and keeps trying to get a more impactful hit on you. That only lasts for a span of about three seconds before Juro-Sensei’s grabs him by the back of his collar and effortlessly hurls the kid off to one side.
“Did I stutter, brat? It was already clear he was going to lose, I’m trying to do some training here, not bully him for no reason. Get the fuck out of here. I’ll see you on Monday.”
The other kid stammers a protest, but it’s short-lived. Whatever pride he had wasn’t going to allow him to succeed against a fully-trained adult shinobi no matter what, so he eventually simmers down and begins walking away.
“This isn’t over, spy.” he says. At first you’re confused, but then you realize that Juro-Sensei definitely said your name when he told the two of you to fight.
After the dark-haired kid is gone, you put your hands on your knees and begin trying to steady your breathing, utterly and totally spent. Juro-Sensei hops on top of the fence, and then grabs you by your shirt, easily lifting you from one side to the other before once again hopping down to join you.
