The arctic tundra that surrounded the land hidden in the glacier was one that was unforgiving to those not native to its frozen surroundings. It was here that one would be able to see the wall that surrounded the village but be relatively unseen by those who would patrol its boarders. But there was a single being that dared stand among the winds and the cold.

This figure stood out a midst the white backdrop of the frozen tundra in a black cloak, a white mask hiding the face of the being with only the red swirl and the two curved slits from making it completely blank. But this figure simple stood there, looking up at the walls from a distance, not moving to close but not leaving its ground. The cloak shifted with the winds but the figure stood straight and true.

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"Never thought I would say this, but man it is cold up here." Hosi slumped on a couch, sulking at his situation. Here he was inside the ice wall, far away from the village. He was visiting a relative, along with his mother, who had taken post with family. Like many of the children there, Hosi had no enjoyment in staying inside a giant glacier, with roofs and floors filled with nothing but slippery ice. His distant relative was a jounin, top of the class when it came to throwing Kunais. His mother was the jounin's cousin, and their relationship was very intimate. It had been a long time since they conversed, since they saw each others face, so of course she was delighted with this visit. Not wanting to ruin his mother’s happiness with his unhappiness, Hosi branched himself from the group to brood alone.

His relative's home was located facing the outside, meaning that only the vast ice tundra could be seen. It was a pleasant sight for Hosi, he could watch a few penguins carrying out their lives and the mighty sun showed itself, beaming down as much light as it could from the sky. There was barely anything to see past the tundra, nothing but the animals of the arctic. "If I had the job of watching this land for the rest of my life, I would be extremely bored to the point of insanity.," the genin thought to himself as he looked at the icy world.

Later, he got a little curious as to how elevated he was, so he looked down at the ground, eyes widening when he saw the answer. Indeed, the shinobi was a far great distance from the ground. If he fell, then that would be the end of him. For some reason, this excited the wind ninja, and also made him really daring to jump off the wall. He passed the feeling aside, not having a death wish; but the thought returned when he figured he saw something strange.

Inside the shadows of the glacier wall, Hosi thought he saw something in constant movement, like something flowing. It was incredibly hard to see due to its location, and how far up he was, but he still thought that he saw something. After quickly writing a letter to his mother, Hosi climbed out the cold window he was looking through and attached himself to the outer wall, his calculating eyes watching the area he wished to go.

Without hesitation, Hosi began to run on the wall, speed picking up as he moved to land. His black clothing and close position to the wall, along with its dark shadow, made himself invisible to every watchful ninja.  What he wanted to do was land on the ground safely, but this would take a full day and all his energy. To make the trip a little quicker, Hosi decided to use his jutsu's.

First, he made the bird hand sign, then he inhaled a large amount of oxygen. As his tummy grew larger and his lungs became filled with oxygen, he exhaled, releasing a breath of spiraling black wind into the world. "Art of the Sky God;Below!!!," he thought, using his strong jutsu to carry him down safely to the ground. The power of the wind made it easy for him to fly and not worry about falling to his death. It was his clans jutsu, and his most favorite to use.

As he made his way closer to the ground, he released the bird sign and allowed gravity to be his carrier, not before making sure that his trajectory was a sliding, not straight falling, motion.

Like a bird gliding towards the ground, Hosi reached land. all four of his limbs extended and dug into the icy soil until he came into a safe stop. His hands burned from the touch of the ice, and he couldn't help but give a small shriek. On all fours in a crawling formation, Hosi laughed at how he managed to survive a long drop like that. He would need to tell his sensei about this, and gloat about his skill.

Remembering why he went through the trouble of coming out into the open tundra, Hosi stood erect, and looked for the item that made him very curious, and risk his life.

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OOC: Hope this post is alright. I tried to figure out how Hosi would meet Lee and this was all I came up with.

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The figure that stood along the tundra continued to watch the wall of pure ice. It was a sight that most would only look upon with envy, such impenetrable walls were no short feet and many hated it because of that. Such a large obstacle to overcome that each and every country was wishing to pry open. But the the masked individual, it was a thing of sheer beauty and amazement. The size of it was only one piece to the splendor that it held. It was a magnificent shield but that was only skin deep to those that were deemed outsiders.

It was also a symbol of the indomitable will of ice that was held within its walls. It was because of these walls that the land hidden in the glacier was so complacent and who could blame them. With such an impenetrable defense, worry would slowly slip through the snow like warm water drops. Why would someone ever fear anything when there was nothing to fear when they were born. It was a natural response and it really wasn't to the fault of anyone.

But this did not mean it was right and it was too complacent. When true war comes and something makes it past this wall. War was not won by simply hiding behind high walls and dreams of what to eat. With such a defense, offense could be used and then if all else failed, fall back and regroup. No outsider would be able to camp outside the walls. It was a perfect thing to be used to a winning advantage. Yet the icy walls were unmoved by his plight nor would the budge by his might alone and so, he stood, watching.

And in doing just that, the mask of the figure would slowly turn itself upward along the wall to see a most curious sight. Another figure making its decent and with a closer look, it seemed human in shape. The masked man could only guess at what kind of person would jump from the walls of Hyougagakure willingly and with such haste. It was hard to make out just How the figure managed to land but it was then that the mask would look down upon itself. He was ready to run in an attempt to save the falling victim but it would seem that it wasn't needed.

The figure would then bring itself back up into a full posture, not wishing to move to close for any other's to notice and come out to see him, else a more hassle-some trouble ensue. The large swords against the back of the figure would protect him from the cold and unwanted sights from behind as he would aim to have a closer look at this person. The figure would, instead take a few steps closer, each footfall coming down just as softly as the last, crunching under the snow and ice. He would tilt the mask to the side in a questionable fashion and in a curious manner. The masked figure would not speak outright but he was always the curious sort and this shinobi was no exception to this rule.

An ice crunch. Hosi could hear it. Despite the large amount of cold wind blowing in his ears, Hosi could hear the light sound of foot steps. This wouldn't be surprising; with the amount of ice on the ground, sneaking around in this land would be close to impossible. However, Hosi was given the feeling that the thing creating this sound of foot steps did not want to sneak, nor did he think that it wanted to be seen.

He followed the sound with his eyes, not moving an inch in any direction. Curiosity brought him to the outside of his village, he would not run away now, nor would he move forward and risk anymore of his life. So Hosi looked, and he continued his search until he came across an unusual sight. A white dot from afar, with shadows darker than the large glaciers right below it.

His heart pounded roughly as the white figure became comprehensible to his eyes. A clear face, as white as the ground, with red swirls and two compressed eyes. It took no genius to tell that this was a mask, it took no genius to tell that below it was a human body. Darkness, cloth flapping in the wind. To Hosi, it looked as though the ghost of a reaper, the beings ominous aura increasing his newly discovered fear.

If he did not do something quick, he would be succumbed to his nightmare, and he would be as solid as the ice. This was hard, he knew he had to move, he knew he had to talk, but words would not form and actions would not be made. The only thing keeping him from freezing in stance was his shaking legs. How was he to over come this? This fear of an unknown threat that could probably take his life with a lift of a finger. Only pure will to move or overcome terror could save him now, something the Genin did not have at the moment.

The only thing that would wake him up, was the echoing sounds of his mother calling his name. "Hooooooooosiiiiiiiiiii?" The different vibrations from her lung radiated from the wall and alerted Hosi to the world around him. He looked at where the sound came from, then looked back at the figure, if it was still where he last saw it.

"Do not come any further!" Hosi demanded, pulling one hand up in the air, making a gesture that meant halt. He was being very bold, ordering a mysterious figure in a world of super powered beings to do what he wanted, but it was the only show of power that he could perform. If this was indeed a person of true evil, this would show that he had strength, and hopefully keep the reaper away from him; unfortunately for Hosi, not many adult figures thought children stronger than them.

"M-my name is Hosi of Hyougagakure, please state yours and your reason for being here...."

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The black cloak against the white backdrop of the frozen land was something of a giveaway to those that looked. But the object was to be hidden in plain sight. Would someone really think a stranger to be standing out in the middle of nowhere, it would look to be a simple play of the mind on the eyes and surely they would just go about their business. But every so often there was a traveler or villager that came to see if that was really the case and this would seemingly be one of those cases.

The masked man would always see if these were the type of people worth looking into, worth speaking too. It was always such an exhausting thing and it was always a matter of chance. Though that was a thing that he would take, to go out of his way to find someone would mean that if they were not worth his time, it was a waste of his time. To come across those rare gems in the ever shifting snow was what gave him that fire to keep warm. But then...

A hand. The figure would stop mid walk and look at the hand as if it might be some sort of mysterious object, the mask tilting ever so slightly. It was quite the meeting, that was for sure but then again, it isn't something that he could blame others. Someone that held a mask was usually not someone that would be trusted. It was then that the boy spoke of his own name and that he was a member of the village he was just watching. The masked man would pull himself up and straighten his posture as well as his mask. "My reason is to look. My name is irreverent, it would be unnecessary given the mask. You can call me stranger, masked man, freak, or whatever you deem necessary."

He would then move his hands around behind him to take one another as he would lean forward slightly "But Hosi of Hyougagakure, are you going to stay on the frozen ground the entire time we talk?"

Hosi sighed at the mans answer. He did not give his name, nor his reason; he was a blank sheet in a book of history, with only the picture to let it know that he existed. The man fixed his mask, this drawing Hosi's attention. Any move this stranger made that was threatening would cause Hosi to take only a second to make his long trek up the wall.

Then, the man asked Hosi a question. This brought great confusion towards the boy, for he had no idea what the man meant. And even if why the being asked such a question was clear, Hosi would still not be able to tell, not unless the man pointed it out for him. So, Hosi stared at the man stupidly, only getting out the words, "T-the frozen ground...?"

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The snow and wind continued to push the cloak around, shifting direction every so often but not the man himself. It seemed as though he would be weighed down by his mere presence. That or the swords on his person would do that just the same. The aim of his attention would not falter from Hosi as he would speak the very words that he had already spoken. It would be then that the figure would draw one of his hands around and with a light motion, point to the ground on which the boy was on.

"Were you born in Hyougagakure? Visitor's that stay to long out in the tundra tend to become just as cold as the ground they walk on and usually get buried under the snow. I am just trying to avoid an unnecessary death, nothing to fret about."

Hosi thought for a very long while about what this man had said. From the words he spoke, Hosi could guess that the man was worried about the wind genin; however, he could also have been worried for himself, since he was also on the ground.

Hosi placed one of his hands to his chin, moving his other under his elbow. It would be clear that he was thinking, ideas flowing into his dome, all pertaining to the mans words. One thing that Hosi could not get over was the fact that the man knew the affects of the tundra. Not many outsiders would know about this deadly place, unless they visited before, lived here before, or heard about it before. At least Hosi knew one thing now, this man had ties to Hyougagakure, even if the amount of ties were small.

"You are right," the genin said to the unknown being. His tone was that of confidence, not similar to how it was before, that of worry. "Truth be told, this is my first time walking in the tundra, so I might die. The small blizzards are really surprising to me."

Hosi looked towards the open land, feeling the chilling air blow his clothing and ice glacier headband side to side. "Maybe we can go somewhere and talk. Maybe inside the village or on a large icy rock. I gotta tell you though, some jounin may need to interrogate you if you want to go inside the village."

While the genin talked, Hosi noticed a small piece of a sword handle on the mans back. This leading Hosi to know a little more about this character, the being was good at kenjutsu.

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The masked man would watch as he was agreed with by Hosi, speaking of how he was indeed right in his words. Hearing that it was his first time out in the outside lands was a bit disconcerting but nothing that was all too uncommon. The masked individual would listen further as Hosi spoke about moving the conversation into a less than threatening area such as the village itself or behind something that might shelter them from the wind. To this, the masked man would turn his attention around, looking to see if there might be another alternative to entering the village. It was not his time and he was not one for rushing when they didn't need to be.

He would raise his hand and point out to the distance to a glacier-type of object jolting out of the landscape that would prove suitable to their needs to avoid a frozen death. "That should hold us over from the hand of death for the time being. I would like to avoid entering the village for the time being." He would begin his match toward the shelter, each step causing him to push himself further forward against the wind till he would arrive at the makeshift shelter with little else mentioned.

So, the man decided to find a nice place to talk in the tundra instead of a warm village. This brought more worries to Hosi, as it should. A strange man in a strange land, either he was a killer or a traveler, that sword and mask making Hosi think more of a killer than a wanderer. Maybe he wanted a place to hide, then surprise Hosi with a swing to the neck. Hosi would then be dead and the man would be able to escape before a unit found the dead body. A perfect crime.

Before Hosi began to walk with the man, he quickly thought about ways he could survive this, if the man was a killer. Hosi had skills and jutsu's that could surprise any ninja. For now, those skills and his air wall could be his only protection.

When he finally walked, the man would be a small distance away from him, only because Hosi did not take very long to think. He was quick with wits, but that did not mean he would stop with the thoughts. His brain would make him think even while it made him move. Hosi would think up a storm until his very last breath.

He would reach the giant rock shaped glacier first due to his familiarity with the wind. Being apart of Hyouga, he was pushed back from the fury of the sky almost every day; though, sometimes it would take strength to beat the wind, skill could also help with moving from place to place in Hyouga very fast.

Once he was there he would pick a nice place to sit, his butt almost freezing from the cold ground. Soon he would need to stand up before his body stopped functioning from the ice, but now he had more worries than the cold. If the man actually made it, or wanted to, Hosi would look at him with an innocent smile. Then he would speak his words, "So, please tell me. Are you a danger to my village?" He would say it blunt and with full intentions on receiving an answer, but his smile would make him seem as though he was just joking and preparing to laugh. If the man needed, Hosi would give him a lifetime to answer this question.

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The cold and the wind were things that were all to common when it came to Hyouga. Everything was a potential threat and almost every one of those things could kill. It took a trained mind and a trained body to actually keep one's self alive or at least the proper will. While it was in fact quite cold outside, this did not always mean that people themselves could be the same. The masked man, aside from the wind, remained fairly stationary with little hint of shivering or showing the effects of the cold.

As they arrived, the masked man would turn to look in the direction of the boy as he heard him begin to speak. It was quite the question to ask and for more than a standard moment, the mask would simply stare at the boy, as if to judge and evaluate but then the cloaked figure would walk over to a wall and turn around, reaching back to take hold of the handle of the weapon that rested on his back. The blade would be brought around and in front of him, slowly letting its tip slide into the icy ground till it stopped just short of the first jagged edge. "Danger? I find myself to be a danger to a lot of things and a lot more people. I assume your impression of me would be that of a skeptic at best and given my appearance, I blame no one for having trust issues with me. But what about your village, would it be a danger to me?" The masked man would tilt his head to the side questionably as he would await an answer.

"Well... That depends....," Hosi said. The man answered Hosi's question, still being mysterious as ever. However, his answer this time was not worry worthy to the boy; in fact, it made his heart a little calmer. Despite the menacing sword that came out of his back, the man seemed harmless for the moment, just misunderstood. This did not mean that Hosi would drop his guard, preferring to keep himself awake all the time; this just meant that he was a little more relaxed.

While thinking up a good answer for the man, Hosi did something that he thought he would never do: he turned his eyes away from the stranger and directed them towards the giant wall. His nice smile breaking, shattering into a saddened face. "If you are talking about the area around, then of course its dangerous. One would be a fool to think of this land as heaven. But if you really mean the village...."

He took a moment to pause, his facial expression turning even more serious than once was. "I was told that, for years this village was covered by that wall. A round circle, a bubble of protection. Nothing could get in that giant shield, and nothing wanted to get out. An entire village of people who preferred their isolation over experiencing the real world around them. That's my village; I know this because that's me. So naturally, if a village meets something, someone who is unknown in every way, then of course they would consider YOU a danger. They would probably send waves of people after you, a none stop barrage of enemies. But, they would not kill you. Not even our Emperor would have the heart to kill without a good reason."

Hosi stopped speaking, taking time from his talk with the stranger to stand up and let the wind thaw out his butt. While he did this, he began thinking of himself and his history of being alone, not having a friend, not needing a friend, just being alone."Why do you think humans isolate themselves? Not allowing anyone the chance break them out of their shells. Is it because they are scared? Do they fear the true nature of the real world? Do they fear the possible chance of pain, agonizing heart break, or their own destruction?"

"Interesting question I asked you, Strange Masked Freak. And interesting answer you gave me, along with your interesting question. But I think the best answer for you is, my village is a danger to danger. If you are indeed a danger to many, then what are you a danger to? Are you a danger to danger as well? Or a danger to innocence? Are you a danger to yourself? To me?Or are you a danger to the world? "

Hosi sighed, "You don't have to answer those questions. Those are just thoughts spoken out loud. I have to say though, you are pretty resilient with the cold. Not even a shake or shiver. That must mean, either you have been here before, you know how to last and is super smart, or you are one strong ninja. I would prefer it to be the latter."

The young Genin turned to the strange man and gave him a smile, it was a true smile, not a misleading one, but a true heartwarming one. To accompany it, he raised his hand and, not extending his arm to its fullest reach but holding it close to his body, raised his thumb to show that he was really happy. "Strong ninja's are super cool"

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The slit-like eyes that formed in the mask would look upon the youth with an unchanging appearance. As the eyes of his acquaintance turned away from him, they looked as if they could see through the wall of ice that protected the village hidden within. The view of the village to the eyes of a villager was surely something that needed to be addressed and this youth had done just that, either by himself or by the guidance of someone that knew what they were talking about. Either way, it was actually quite the speech, something that hit on a cord that most were not even familiar with.

But the man did not move, his gaze still tilted and focused. It was then spoken that the village was a simple danger to those that would bring about danger to it. When the masked man was brought back into the conversation and asked what sort of danger he was, it would cause the mask to straighten its posture. He continued to listen and was legitimately surprised at the smile that was aimed at him. There was a slight chuckle behind the mask. "Some people are modest when it comes to the question of strength. I am powerful in some areas but I am not unbeatable and will never claim to be in truth. But as to your question of dangerous."

The man would turn his attention down to the massive sword he rested upon "I seek a path that not many tread and even fewer keep too. I am a danger to all that have then unfortunate luck or will to come between what I desire. It is selfish and borderline single-minded but without a bit of this single-mindedness, the world will never grow and learn. I aim to place a bar that I hope will encourage others to pass."

Hosi folded his arms and stood tall. His back felt less heavy, his eyes showed of great confidence, and his smile only grew larger the more time flowed. He stopped looking at the man once again, targeting his eyes to the top of the great ice wall. This; however, did not mean that he was done listening to the man. In actuality, he welcomed the strangers words, which was quite unusual for a boy like Hosi.

Like he mentioned before, he was a loner. He never preferred to be near people for too long, he chose reading a book in a dark room over going out and playing with friends every day, and he always kept his mouth shut, not drawing any extra attention to himself from others. And yet, now he was telling a complete stranger about himself, his thoughts, and showing the man a side he barely showed his mother.

"Yeah. I know what you mean." Hosi said when it was his time to speak again, taking any chance he had to add his two cents. "I also have a dream. That is to one day become as strong as the Fubukikage, and break those damn Isolation walls. How's that for setting a bar?."

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The masked man would break his attention away from the boy to look toward the ice wall that protected and sealed the village. They both thought of it in similar ways but there were key differences that he was sure to keep to himself for the sake of not scaring Hosi off. To actually be agreed with on a matter with such little information was actually a bit more comforting then there was talk of the Fubukikage. The title alone brought a mix of feelings, a bit of anger taking the end result by a slight margin.

The thought of the Kage's were somewhat an annoyance to the masked individual or more over, the man behind the mask. Each one doing their own thing but inevitably wishing for different things. He would one day claim them or in the very least, beat them himself. The mask would turn to the boy "That is quite impressive and I will wish you nothing but the best and hope dearly that you get this power. But pulling that wall down will only shatter the physical, people are not as quick to change. What should happen if they are not ready for that? What if your dream isn't what the majority wants? Will you still keep to it or change your ideals?"

"If they aren't ready....." The young ninja who had such hope in his heart, looked towards his feet. The strange masked man's question hit him hard. The boy did not know the answer to this, the toughest quiz anyone had ever given him. What if they weren't ready? They would begin to fight him, plan for assassinations maybe even. Making the people do what they didn't want was never a good idea for a leader to do, it only meant hell for the one in charge. If Hosi did not take their feelings into account with every action he made; he would be the worst of the worst to have lived.

"If they aren't ready. If they truly do not want the change I seek, then I will rebuild that wall, and make it sturdier than before." He stopped and looked up once again, the serious expression returning. "After all, Hyouga is my village, the people of Hyouga would be my protection. Their safety, their happiness would matter to me more than my own life. In the event that my village would wish to run and hide, I would allow it. But, that doesn't mean I would give up. For the one who does not follow their ninja way is not deserving of the title 'ninja.' I will work harder and harder, convince my people one by one, hold onto my strong beliefs until one day my people destroy those walls along with me! If this means dying, if my dream will not be realized because I have not given my last breath; then I will do it, I will die for my goal!"

Hosi's serious expression then turned to meet the mans mask. "If someone told you that you couldn't reach your goal; that no one wanted you to do what you wanted to do; that doing so was impossible, improbable, and down right stupid! You would probably look at them and say, 'so what?' My dream is my life and I will see it done, no matter what stands in my way, no matter what others think or say, no matter how tough the challenge is."

The boy then picked up his left hand and banged it to his chest, right on the skin that covered his pumping heart. "It. Will. Be. DONE! My heart says so!"

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The question was one that any person, great or small would find in the way at some point or another. Everyone had different views and opinions and it seemed in this day and age, it was the great and powerful that had the true say so in the end. But power alone could only get someone so far on their own. It would be with the help of others, in number that true strength could outmatch any. But could finding those with dreams that did not collide really be possible? Sure, going along with someone for a time with similar goals would work but what happens when it comes to that great divide.

If one must kill whilst the other wishes to spare the life. It was then that he was brought back to Hosi whom spoke of not only breaking the wall but rebuilding it, better than it once was. He spoke of the village as a whole and how, like the kage, would lay down his life for the sake of the village and that he would but his very being into this one truth that he saw with such determination that it was admirable. When Hosi would turn to come eye-to-mask with a look in his eye that told the masked man that this was no mere passing dream, the masked man listened.

He would continue on, speaking of what the man wearing the mask would do if someone told him that his dream was all round silly and impossible, that he would not let it by and for all intensive purposes, there was truth to that. When he pounded his fist against his chest, the masked man would straighten his own posture, removing his hand from his swords grip and would let them come together in a clap, and then a few more after that in a light applause.

"You have quite the head on your shoulder's Hosi. You remind me of myself when I was younger and I have to say, keep that fire. It will out last the darkest nights and the coldest of blizzards. Tell me this, what sort of training do you specialize in, if I may be so bold as to ask." He would let his hands come to a stop, still clasping one another but brought them up to the pommel of his sword and would let them rest there as he would await a reply.

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Hosi took a deep breath, composing himself as he once did when he fell from the giant wall. His heart was pounding hard, but not as hard as when he first met this stranger. The man that mentioned naught of his name, his origin, or his true intentions with the Hyouga village managed to bring much passion from the Genin's mouth. This would worry Hosi, as much as everything else about this man worried him, but he was too busy thinking to care.

"Yeah, it is a nice answer isn't it. But it means nothing now." He took another deep breath, eyes closed to show that he was calming himself. "Not until I back them up."

When the man asked Hosi a question, he paused for a moment to think, something he had done throughout his time with this man. Even though Hosi was enjoying his talk, he couldn't help but feel animosity towards the way the stranger held most of his information back. The stranger answered many of Hosi's questions; however, he only made Hosi wanted to ask more.

"I could tell you, but why not I show you?" Hosi began a series of stretches to loosen his limps, preparing for something big. "From the very start, I wanted to know if you were dangerous and deadly. You have made no attempt on my life, thanks for that by the way; but now I need to know, Just how powerful are you. Please do not be angry by this."

After his stretches, he moved into a fighting position and focused only on the man. "It is getting closer to midnight; so, as long as we stay in the shadows and draw no attention to ourselves we will be fine. Are you okay with this?"

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Will we be completing this, Lee?

The masked individual would watch as the other would fall from the wall, coming down to equal ground footing as he. As Hosi reached the ground and spoke what they both would deem the truth. He would then go on to speak that actions would speak louder than words. This was actually a bit surprising to say the least as the masked man would assume he looked more than intimidating enough for others not to wish a confrontation.

Though, this was not wholly a bad thing, to fight for something for your own means. He watched as Hosi began to stretch to prepare for a on coming fight. The masked man would remove his hand from the hilt of his sword at his side and would roll his shoulders. He would reach back and and take hold of the swords on his back and remove them, swinging them around and then stabbing them into the ground at his sides.

"Then by all means, a small show of skill and prowess will sate both our curiosities."

Aiming to use weapons when his opponent had none to be seen would be below him. If anything, he would keep his katana at his side if it would come to that and he still had his throwable weapons.

"Then," Hosi said while rolling his neck. "Let's begin!"

Like a bullet train, Hosi raced towards the strangers location- gaining speed as though he had plans on tackling the man to the ground. He lifted his left leg and, for a moment, it almost seemed like Hosi was about to send his leg up to the strangers chin. However, as quick as his left leg went up, it was sent crashing down to the ice. What would actually go up to meet Hosi's opponent's face would be his right leg. It would flow to the strangers left side and aim for the space between the stranger's chin and chest. With this neck-shot connected, Hosi's opponent would no doubt feel the sting of his kick, and may even lose breath from it. The neck was one of the vital point in the human body, so if this worked then it would definitely hurt.

Despite whether Hosi's first attack would or would not work, if the stranger did nothing next then Hosi would drop low suddenly and perform a leg sweep with his right leg. None of this was sure to knock his opponent out, nor did he plan on causing fatal harm to this nice fellow who kindly entertained Hosi's innocent mind. What Hosi first wanted was to see how fast this person was in a fight. He had no idea why, but he wanted to test everything on this man and watch closely to see how he dealt with certain situations. Maybe he figured that he would learn something from this to strengthen his own skills; or, maybe he just wanted to enjoy a good fight with a strong opponent.

The masked man would listen as Hosi would comply that the small bout between them would begin. His speed was beyond impressive for one such as he and he was unsure of what sort of skills Hosi had, he wasn't about to let things go to chance. He tightened his fists and would activate his kekkei genkai, the blood within his body beginning to form to his will as he spoke softly to himself "Chiton, Tekketsu."

He would raise his arms down in order to block the strike that was to come but when the sound of the crunching ice reached his ears, he did not think to see the leg coming from the side to his neck. He kept an arm down in case there was to be some other trick to be had, his other hand went to protect his other side as the leg would come into contact with his neck and be met with an unyielding force that would absorb the impact and would surely feel like iron against the struck leg, the man unmoving from the strike.

Thankfully for the cloak that the man wore, this would cover up any sort of giveaways of his bloodline limit and leave himself with enough time to counter. The leg sweep would come into contact with the same sort of indomitable force that was felt in his neck. The man would use both his hands in an attempt to take hold of the ankle or leg of Hosi in an attempt to grasp the boy. Once done, he would pick him up with all the force he could muster and spin him around a few times and release him into the direction of the wall and given his physical strength, the power of the throw would not be something to mock.

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