Blitz v Tengoku

Finding the training field was indeed the fun part of the journey as he was lost and without a doubt outcasted for a while. Due to his unknown nature the people took no chance at becoming the friend of a male with a sword upon his back of that caliber. Yet the children did not seem to feel scared all gathered around the male attempting to touch the blade upon his back. Each hearing stories of mighty swords but to see one up close was a different matter. Quickly turning around he was easily surrounded by ten children opening the palms of both his hands in front of him.

He could only inform the children he was lost and it was not a good idea to touch the sword not wanting any trouble with the local families. It seemed best of him to ask the young ones to lead him to the training field of their village and so they did. Leading him through markets and corridors of the village as every eye picked up on him and the sword upon his back.

Time flew as the children became the tour guides through the village before reaching their destination. Looking back as he tried to take in all the sights and lovely food that they had to offer he could only see a tiny hand lifting up. Blitz smiled to himself before giving that empty hand a high five soft and delicate as the sound of laughter followed before all ten of the children ran back and enjoyed the rest of their day.

Chuckling to himself as they soon were out of his eyesight he turned around and ventured into the training arena silent as no one was there. Blitz could only take in such a place wondering if one day his own village would give the shinobi a place such as this to show their valor. For all too see their hard earned work with blood and sweat upon the battlefield. Regardless if this was home or a temporary place this arena could only fill his imagination with multiple spectators coming to watch. Screaming in excitement as the one shinobi wins and the other is left with claps and respect for trying their hardest. Proving to everyone there is a reason why shinobi are valued and used in today's time period.

Smiling to himself as Samehada began to growl a little he made his way into the stands gazing upon the layout of the structure. Such craftsmanship was shown in the detail of the stone as it carried over becoming the face of the arena. Allowing its beautiful designs to shine even after the combat battles it had seen it stood strong and worthy to host more as he did everyday. Sitting in a seat he glanced around picturing the arena full of life as the screams from his imaginations filled his head only to look in the middle of the ring to see no one.

Sighing he could only smile to himself before standing up and jumping back into the ring himself. Crossing his arms as he studied the arena he indeed was in love with such design yet he wondered how much pressure they were passing on to anyone who stood in the ring. Laughing a little to himself he could only imagine the fun.

Tengoku had been planning on a boxing practice kind of day. He liked to mix in different martial arts periodically and fancied himself capable in many. Strong fist, Arhat, Muay Tai, Jujitsu, Karate, Boxing, kick boxing and more. Switching up styles as needed during hand to hand combat. For every stance there was a counter. For every counter a counter to it and so forth. One had to flow through many martial arts to have a flowing river of counters. Tengoku himself had focused on the speed of his strikes over all else. So for today it was a taijutsu kind of day. As such he was wearing sparring shoes with black shorts. Little gold rings lined it as decoration with a tight yellow band around his waist. His top was a tight black tank top that hugged his form. His weapons were left behind for the day at the manor so he was just wearing his armor. Gold rings with a feather pattern decorated his wrists, ankles and upper arms. On his hands were a pair of black gloves with layered metal plating on the upper hand and palm. All in all he felt comfortable in the village enough to wear this even when going to train.

For now he would head back to the arena. Roen was napping and he had no intention of waking the being. Nor did he trust letting out his inner sage. Either wolves were less than friendly and he rather preferred being in control. His eyes would shift to the stands a moment before even entering the room. His chakra sensory picking up someone there...almost two someones but one was...odd. Either way it wasn't a chakra signature he recognized. He felt he was fairly familiar with anyone that strong in the village. As he entered the room the young man had just jumped down into the arena. Tengokus eyes would focus in on him like a hawk. The whites of his eyes long since turned pitch black and his iris were golden crosses. The dojutsu that controlled gravity. Tengoku was known for his mastery of it and it was said that resisting his pressure was damn near impossible for most. He studied the young mans form and tilted his head. Thinking it through as his pony tail would shift behind him and his wolf like ears would twitch. Perhaps this one could handle it.

However Tengoku did not recognize the weapon on his back. A sentient item maybe? He could sense chakra within it making it some sort of living thing with its own chakra system. A type of bug maybe? It was hard to tell. However if it could sense Tengoku it might go a little nuts. Since he was walking around with three hundred and ten chakra. If it could sense Roen it would feel closer to a total of seven hundred. To sensory nin Tengoku was a walking nuclear power source of chakra. If they were truly impressive they would sense a separate pool just on the other side of another hundred. Putting him at just under eight hundred chakra. Still Tengoku would smile warmly as he walked through the empty Arena. Stopping short of Blitz as he smiled and glanced him over. Likely noting the Kirigakure something or another. Headband probably.

"Oh well hello stranger. Welcome to this section of the grand konoha training facility. Are you here looking for a partner maybe? If you don't mind I could entertain you....though....do you practice Taijutsu? I just saw the sword and uh....well never you mind that. Please. Call me Ten." He would say warmly before holding out his left hand for a hand shake.

Just before touching the ground Samehada and his own senses were tuned in towards a mighty frequency coming from a singular person carrying plenty of chakra. Indeed this was just like the time when Samehada had sensed the Nibi or the Kunoichi and strangers upon the gates of the village. Such chakra from a character of a shinobi bright armor to go with such might this was indeed one of the few moments.

Blitz could understand a way to gain such height yet one step it all it took and the male before him reminded him much of his captain. Smiling underneath his mask Blitz met the male with eye contact as his smile widened underneath the pressure he was experiencing was enough to throw Samehada in a fit. Thrashing about upon his back Blitz could only pat upon the bandages placing his hand firmly but gently.

Confirming that regardless of the chakra they were guests only there to train and grow stronger. Learning about the culture of the village was a bonus and learning a thing or two wouldn’t hurt but the odds of him picking up Taijutsu was slim to none. He never saw himself without his fathers sword in his hand let alone anything but a sword his father died with, a sword he kept up upon the wall at his home back in the village. He could only bow before the man showing his respect or even acknowledging him but he could not train in Taijutsu.

He never tried to begin with close range; he considered the weapon of his choice and he chose that path a long time ago. Yet he wondered if he would still be able to train with such a shinobi, his blue eyes gazing upon him and before he knew it a hand was reached out to him. Quickly grabbing his hand with both of his he shook the man’s hand up and down one time before releasing as the physical contact itself allowed him to feel the pressure of such a beast within.

Laughing to himself a bit too loud in the presence of the man, this moment was the best moment of his life. Indeed he was excited to be in the pressure once more this man himself showed strength just like the red hair warrior. Backing up six meters away from the male it was clear that shinobi was the leader of the village. Speaking clearly so he could hear what he had to say in return he had hope for some opportunity regardless of the fact. Gazing at him for a moment he began to speak.

“Name is Blitz One Of The Seven Swordsmen Of The Mist, And this is Samehada. And the question is can I entertain you? Taijutsu isn’t my specialty sorry sir but would you mind still sharing some of your knowledge?”

Blitz bowed once more to the man before rising once more meeting him eye to eye he could only smile everytime underneath his mask. But indeed he was excited to train with such a powerhouse of a shinobi he thought he was lucky in fact to even meet some of the power in this generation he was in fact lucky enough to be alive to see it himself.

“Interested?”

After shaking the male's hand Blitz had a sudden urge to go to the bathroom quickly leaving the old shinobi alone in the training area. For days without returning it had seen during this time Blitz himself would be busy with other matters in the village. Such as training. But during his time in the village he would never forget the old powerful stranger. It had seemed even in the leaf the elders held some type of power meant to be seen on the battlefield, such a thrilling experience he thought to himself.

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