Earlier in the week the academy had contacted Hira in regards to his getting reacquainted with the village's responsibilities after his absence. As part of his training to ensure he was ready to continue his duties under the Main Branch, they had decided that it was only fitting to have his shinobi prowess tested. In that regard, there was some agreement that the best way to do this might be to have a mock fight in the Colliseum.
Hira arrived early in the morning, while the sun was still only beginning to rise. He stretched in anticipation of whom it was that he was scheduled to spar with, as the academy had elected to keep that information redacted. It made sense that they would want him to have to think in the moment. He still had not found himself well enough trained that he was comfortable with this sudden match, but he knew that if he were ever going to get strong enough to beat the demon of the sand he would have to learn how to hone his abilities. Painful images of the fire and death he sought to overcome filled his mind constantly, and was the only thing that may have very well been keeping him going this entire time. He wondered just what kind of opponent he would be facing.
Hira looked up at the clear skies, his loose-fitting and slightly torn sparring clothes gently swaying in the light morning breeze. Whoever this fighter was, he hoped for one thing: that he would bring a tough battle that would rise Hira from his weakness.
[Requesting Shieo]
Hira arrived early in the morning, while the sun was still only beginning to rise. He stretched in anticipation of whom it was that he was scheduled to spar with, as the academy had elected to keep that information redacted. It made sense that they would want him to have to think in the moment. He still had not found himself well enough trained that he was comfortable with this sudden match, but he knew that if he were ever going to get strong enough to beat the demon of the sand he would have to learn how to hone his abilities. Painful images of the fire and death he sought to overcome filled his mind constantly, and was the only thing that may have very well been keeping him going this entire time. He wondered just what kind of opponent he would be facing.
Hira looked up at the clear skies, his loose-fitting and slightly torn sparring clothes gently swaying in the light morning breeze. Whoever this fighter was, he hoped for one thing: that he would bring a tough battle that would rise Hira from his weakness.
[Requesting Shieo]