Bob skipped around the plains. Bob found a nice orange tree. This tree had lots of big oranges. They were almost like grapefruits or rocks. He grabbed an orange and held it in his right hand. Bob wanted to spar someone. He looked around waiting to see who was around.

Morning, something that was happily something quite out of hand as it would seem though Jojo could understand that the morning was all the more delicate to the world around. She would pull herself out of bed, aiding herself to what she would need as her eyes would look out and from there her eyes would allegedly look out from the world around her. The prowess of her own would aid her as she would head out for the day, her eyes looking around as she was dressed in a simple tunic with matching leggings, a brown robe surrounding her body.

Jojo would head out into the jungle heading out to the area around her as she looked about with such a form of easy knowledge about her own with which she would calmly note those individuals around her. Her eyes would close and then open when she spotted someone near a tree, such a tree that seemed to have oranges. She had never seen a tree like that in her ages in the village but this was new. On her hand was a lightning shaped ring though and she would merely smile and ask, “Are you enjoying yourself there?”

While Bob did like some sort of fair sport when in relation to something such as combat and sparing, at this present time he truly did not care, for he felt that if one was so brash to approach an area of training and violence that one would be able to hold their own in the event that something of hostile intent was thrown towards them. Such an object would most likely be lobbed by someone of noble and just values, though such an event would be performed with light-hearted and obviously hostile glee. While he was young lad, Bob was still one who could outmatch even the most powerful of those within his age group and perhaps farther still, but such powers would concealed beneath the covert that was his intelligence. For if word got out of his mental and strategic prowess, no good could come from it, as children are naive, and such nativity would become the cause for unnecessary violence that Bob would wish to avoid. Such intelligence would of course, come into play as the scene would play out as Bob favored, hopefully that is. With the approach of the green haired woman, who happened to be wearing some robe like thing that Bob personally found quite clashing and silly, Bob instantly decided that this would be his target for combat, though he knew nothing about her, such petty details did not matter to one such as him. Trivial thoughts were a waste of time of course, and in the field of battle, was the reason why so many young ninja were slain, blind to their ignorance of the world.

Everything that sat upon his mind was of combat, nothing more, and nothing less. For as she came to the point that was his ten o’clock position whereas he faced the twelve o’clock position, standing about three meters away in fact, Bob brought forth his plan of attack and conveyed such thought through his actions. As the girl’s eyes closed, the orange was already on its path towards her nose, moving at a bone crushing pace. Should the orange make contact with the face of course, her nose would be broken and her consciousness would fade from her, causing her to fall upon the grass. These oranges were quite dense you see, and if thrown could cause quite a bit of damage should one befall their wrath. Being that the orange was thrown at the point of time that which her eyes were closed, upon the opening of the eyes, she would not only see a boy by a tree, but an orange already coming straight towards her, almost at contact point.

In almost simultaneous occurrence with the orange leaving Bob’s hand, he began to form handseals, the result of such actions causing the ground under the woman to become mud, trapping her within its depths, should she not move of course. All movement made by his target were accounted for through the use of his techniques and trajectories would be edited accordingly. Not only did the first jutsu come into effect, but Bob prepared a substitution in case he was damaged in some form. Bob’s intentions were not to kill the girl of course, merely incapacitate her in order to prove his own strength, and perhaps test the fortitude of the village itself. If a Jounin lost to a mere Genin, how could they even dream to stand again a stronger threat? This was going to be quite enjoyable for Bob should she make it past the preliminary wave of attacks.

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Jojo would smile when her eyes were shut as she had heard the shifting of cloth and the air whistling. When she finally did open her eyes she did not become phased at all by it as her body was always constantly enhanced by her clan’s capabilities, would allow her to catch the orange with little effort if she so chose to do so. Her simple minded capabilities were easy enough to shift to the right slightly with a cock to her neck and allow the orange to pass by her face without any real fault of herself or to her opponent.

Jojo would thoroughly also understand the upcoming jutsu as she would jump upwards into the trees where her eyes kept looking down at the person while she would be crouched and watched him effectively while her eyes steadily stared with a composition of excellence. She was interested with this boy, and he certainly did make a good ninja as she could already tell with a sweep of the area that would nto even take a second that her spot in the area was likely that of an intruder of the spots. She merely watched with a steady face with her eyes watching.

Her body poised, eyes watched and ears listening she would merely keep her sense of knowledge open while keeping some sense to this by. The tree’s roots were out of the radius of the earth jutsu this person made so that made no problem either with her eyes and senses to their max as they were. It was no matter though as her guard was razed to a degree of her own while she would say, “Nice throw, you good with other weapons than just fruit?” Not meant as an insult but an invitation to throw more stuff at her.

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(OOC: Final verdict - No jutsu can be instantaneous unless it is space-time which is banned. Therefore, Jojo would have few seconds to jump away from the jutsu. Continue the topic.)

Jojo would pop her neck and seemed to merely blink when she saw the boy just standing there. She would shrug and turn to leave, the day was boring without movement and so she had seemed to stared at him long enough as she would poof out of existence with a jump. Her body focusing chakra at the souls of the feet and then jumping out of sight. She would not forget the boy for his ferocity but she also would remember everything else without little recourse. Her eyes closed and then opened sharply as she now was going to visit her family grave once more. Yes today was a slow day and it needed to pick up the pace after a small stop here and there.

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