A little spar

Rein stands in the middle of the training grounds, awaiting someone to spar. The area was a large clearing in the middle of the forest. A smooth line of trees marked the edge of the arena but let ninja go through the line easily. Rein was dressed in his usual attire. A headband kept his short black hair from moving ways that he didn't want it to, while still keeping his hair thick enough to hide more than a few senbon in it. He wore a tight black shirt that gave him both mobility and slight protection. His pants were made of the same material, but slightly more baggy. Wooden sandals were all that he wore on his feet. His opponent was standing across from him, not looking at all concerned.

The sun was shining at the moment, but clods dotted the skies and there would certainly be patches of darkness when the fight finally started. Birds were all around him, singing their hearts out and Rein knew that he could hear their voices if the desire so arose in him. "It was time for a spar" said the voices. The voices were starting to take control as Rein sat in silence up growing a rage to deliver pain. Must hurt someone. Must not kill. Just deliver pain. At this point Rein has lost it. To his suprise he saw someone coming toward him. Rein then thought to himself that maybe this person could be his victom of pain. He then stood his ground and waited as the guy came near.

Den walked into the Training grounds, wondering what he should do to train today, seeing as his training machine he normally used had messed up and he didn't feel like fixing it. The grass brushed softly against Den's leg as he walked, barely making a sound. He noticed that there was someone standing in the middle of the training grounds, looking at him with a strange look, perhaps as if he were prey? I wonder what exactly this guy wants. Den thought as we neared the other shinobi, looking closely at the other shinobi, trying to see if he was about to make a move to attack him.

Den wore all black, as he usually did, his shirt very loose on his skin and and his pants reaching past his ankles, also very loose on him. Den wore his clothes oloose on him because it allowed him to move more freely, without his shirt or pants stretching after every movement. Den also wore his headband on his forehead, with black fabric to tie it around his head. Why are you staring at me like that? Den asked, his face expressionless as well as his voice. He waited for the other shinobi to respond, still ready to move if the shinobi tried to attack him.

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