Different Scales, Same Dragon [Kyousuke]

It wasn't often that Kyousuke found himself looking to spend time in public training grounds, but for the moment he had no other choice. It had been awhile since he had left the Ganryu province for Kumogakure no Sato, and in that time he had learned that it was a necessity to coexist with others that were looking to spend their time in training. Back home in the Sasaki manor there had always been private training grounds for him to use, but such was not the case in Kumogakure. Usually he had spent his time meditating in the wilderness, searching for waterfalls or mountaintops; serene atmospheres that would let him hone his Matagi Shingan. However, whenever it was time to train his combat prowess there was no other choice but the training grounds.

And so the Sasaki found himself moving from rooftop to rooftop, speeding his way to the closest training grounds near the home assigned to him by the village. In his mind the ideal training grounds he had hoped to come upon was one completely devoid of people, allowing him to purely focus on the skills he had fully intended to sharpen, but if one or two young shinobi were there as then he would simply have to suck it up and just share the training grounds, it was public property after all.

As he arrived on the first grounds, a familiar individual would catch his attention. The dragon of the Sasaki was a mark he could recognize anywhere, it was a mark likewise ingrained on his body. The sign of adulthood for his people. An unknowing smirk would form on Kyousuke’s lips. Silently, he walked to the shade of a large tree, unstrapping the katana on his waist and laying it beside the roots. Finally he turned his attention to the man who had been using a tree stump as a punching bag. The sight of family was one welcomed, especially in a land so far away from home, there was much he wanted to ask, but for now they would greet each other the only way the Saski knew how. “Bored?” He asked as he removed his shirt, revealing to the man the same dragon on his right arm, though Kyousuke knew showing the dragon was unnecessary. They had seen each other before, long when they were but children. Kyousuke would begin to stretch his body, almost warming up for what would come next.

“I don’t blame you. Boards don’t hit back.” Suddenly he would lower to a southpaw stance, body turned sideways. “Lucky for you, I was just looking for a sparring partner.” Challenge laid, the Sasaki heir would gesture his front hand. Come at me.