Training the Naka way. (Open)

Toshi took a deep breath and adjusted her gloves. She hadn't used those since she was Nakashima Kuroda. The young girl tightened the straps and flexed her fingers before facing the lake before her. She did a few handsigns, looking as serious as death, and water rose. It shifted and changed and morphed...into a big model of a bunny.

Yukiko watched in silence as this girl made some hand signs and prepared to do a jutsu, this was it, she gripped the branch she was crouching on with one of her hands so she didn't fall. If this girl had talent Yukiko would approach and offer to fight her, she loved fighting she was born and bred for it. The water rose and Yukiko leaned forward in anticipation but when she saw what it resembled she nearly fell out of the tree in shock. It was a bunny "stupid girl, and here I thought you would be a challenge" she muttered under her breath and turned to jump down and leave this child alone to continue her fun and games.

(Sorry! Toshi's dead, but I can use Naka instead)
Naka smiled dreamily at the big, colorless bunny before her. Wasn't it adorable? She thought so. Too bad she couldn't hug it, though... Just then, there was a great splash and the bunny transformed instead into a huge minotaur.
"Wha... KURAMA?!"
A dark-haired man came out from behind the tree, his hands in his pockets, and chuckled. "A bunny? Really, Naka? We have an audience, so why not something interesting?"

Yukiko turned as the image transformed, she smirked at the image of the minotar, now that was more her style. She realised shed been spotted when Yukiko heard the man speak and so she approached them with caution "I am not a guest, I am departing shortly" she stated.

(Can I join? ._.)

(Sure ^.^ )

Naka pouted when her bunny turned into a half-man half-bull with scary yet colorless eyes. When she noticed another girl approach them, she grinned and waved. "Hello there! My name's Naka!" she announced innocently, earning a hit on the head by Kurama, making her pout again.
"Naka, shhh. So, I assume you're a fighter?" He looked at her, top to toe, analysing. "You like to spar."

"very obsevent aren't you" her face stayed neutral as she looked at the man and girl
"I would like to spar but this girl doesn't even seem worth my time, and by the looks of you, your no challenge, correct me if I'm wrong" this pair didn't look like they could match her whatsoever, even though she hadn't seen what the man could do yet.

Kurama blinked, of course she would think Naka would be a normal Genin, but he didn't think that she would outright say that. He himself knew what Naka did when she got emotional. Kurama sighed and felt Naka cuddle up next to him. The child was upset, not insulted, just upset that Kurama was upset. The man looked up at the girl. "If you want to spar, sure. But let me put her somewhere she won't get hurt." Kurama picked Naka up and put her on a tree branch safely away. He then came back and rolled up his sleeves. Immediately, the ground between them went black and dead, as if withered from beyond the very roots.

She raised an eyebrow "Mabey you will be worth my time after all" Yukiko drew her Katana and charged it with lightning chakara "let's see what you can do brat" she called every boy brat until she knew there name. She gripped her Katana tightly and watched the boy warily, he probably had some tricks up his sleeve and she was on guard for almost anything her threw at her.

"Brat... Rich, kiddo, rich." Kurama rolled his eyes and walked even closer to her. He was taking his sweet time getting there, as if there was nothing else to do. She seemed tense, all static-y. He watched her, hand ready at her weapon. Huh. Quite defensive, really. Kurama came up right in front of her, hands behind his back. Would she make the first move, or would she wait for him?

She narrowed her eyes at his approach, when he got close enough to her she swung her sword, aiming for his gut "you should be on guard more" she mused and waited for his blood to spill.

"Mmm...nah, not really." The blade shredded his shirt but when it tore open his skin and sliced his flesh, he didn't wince nor cry out. Pain, physical pain, he could tolerate. Her insults, he couldn't. "One very important factor a ninja needs is experience, don't you think?" He stepped back and stepped back even more. Where he had originally been, in front of her, was a bomb tag.

She rolled her eyes at the tag and threw an air shield around herself and jumped back, throwing a fistful of exploding kunai and some Shurican at him "I agree with you brat, and I have plenty of experience in all sorts" she said and smirked as she watched his next movements.

"Well, I'm happy someone agrees with me." Kurama shrugged and threw up more paper bombs as he ran off. The paper slowly fluttered but caught the kunais, exploding and normal, causing a moderate collective bang. The thing about these bombs were they were flashy. Colorful and bright, they made the eyes sting when you looked at them too much. A distraction, made to disable the visibility of his opponent for a few, precious moments. He started to throw kunai and shuriken back at her too.

She closed her eyes from the blast and relied on her hearing as she blocked she weapons with her blade "I don't need sight to defeat you" she announced and kept her ears sharp, listening for any sound that would let her locate his position.

"Sight, sound, taste, touch... Scent," he muttered to himself. He would strip her of her senses, one by one. Wouldn't that be fun? Kurama kept distributing the gas-bombs, but this time added a few more. Soon enough, the stench of rotten cheese, strong wet paint and fresh animal droppings wafted through the air around them. Kurama placed a cloth over his mouth and nose, blocking out some of it.

She wrinkled her nose is disgust at the new smells and covered her nose and mouth with the back of her hand, she kept her ears peeled and when she heard a twig snap and snapped her head in that direction, she slowly opened her eyes once she realised the blast had died down "are you going to fight or are you going to run?" she mused and held her Katana tightly.

"Who says you can't do both?" Kurama started to circle her, using her voice to pinpoint her location. He needed a weapon as well, something to deflect her slashes. So he took out the only thing he had that big on him, a blunt-edged sword that did not cut. Slashing would not be its goal for today. He closed in on her and thrust his sword forward.

She deflected his blow and stepped to the side, bringing her sword around to slice at his neck, she didn't speak, for fear of the smells wafting in, she narrowed her eyes and slid her leg out, in hopes to trip him up.

'Slice my neck open? Really?' Kurama spun and leaned down, so that her cut on the side of his neck wasn't that threatening. But she was close to his spine, making him growl. He sensed the sweep at the ground with her foot, so instinctively, he froze and tensed up and positioned his body just so that her kick wouln't move him. Once again, he used his sword and started to slash at her.

She smirked, did he really expect to hit her, she blocked his sword with her Katana then grabbed his wrist and twisted so he would drop the sword, she sent a kick into his gut, expecting to wind him and risked a breath in, she gagged on the stench, it was still just as bad as when it first appeared and her eyes watered in response.

Raum ventured through a few minutes later, Her hands on the bark of the trees next to her. By the sounds of it, Shinobi were fighting, and she didn't want to get in the middle of it. Then, the smell hit her nose. She gagged and covered her mouth and nose. Since she was blind, her other scents were enhanced, thus making it even worse. She made her way up a tree and sat on a very high branch. The smell wasn't as strong, but a bit of it was still lingering in her nose. These shinobi sure were taking this training seriously, She thought.

Kurama felt the grip on his wrist, so using that same hand he grabbed hers and made her twist with him. He didn't take judo, but he practiced long enough to know how to handle this. The young man quickly twisted her arm and attempted to throw her over his shoulder. Meanwhile, a staff made of black marble started to slowly seep out from the ground between them. Kurama picked up the staff with the other hand, and started twirling it in a circle by him to continuously hit her.

Naka was safely sitting on the same tree branch, holding what seemed to look like pillow to her. The smell from the field didn't disturb her, since the sweet smell from the pillow easily neautralised it

She growled lightly as she was flipped over his shoulder and landed on her back "you'll pay for that" she muttered and quickly she gripped a kunai and sent it into his back. She didn't notice the other girl there, she was to engrosed trying to take down her opponent, and she twisted her body so she rolled and flipped up.

Kurama chuckled at her tone of voice. He shifted, just in time that the kunai sank into his flesh but did not hit any vitals. He turned around and pulled the bloody weapon out, twirling it around his finger to remove the blood. With a snap of his fingers, his blunt sword and staff appeared by his side once again. He gripped the hilt of the former and ran at his opponent once more.