Every headquarters seemed to have or need a sort of training room. It wouldn't make sense to not have one merely because it then became easier to fight amongst other members and keep their techniques our of others sights. For ANBU, their training room was built deep beneath the earth. This was a place the underground tunnels did not touch and could only be accessed via the ANBU headquarters and a few secret passwords. This place was for, just as stated earlier, ANBU to train amongst each others or with themselves.

This room, which is made of completely white non magnetic metal, is considered large enough to contain the nine tailed kyuubi. In fact it was rumored that the kyuubi was once stored re long ago when trying to find a suitable Jinchuuriki. Of course these were just rumors though so the fact of whether they were true or not was something to be skeptical about.

Within this giant white room was lights bright enough to light up the room but not blind anyone inside because of the solid white walls. An ANBU needed to be trained for pitch black darkness and bright light. It trained the mind more so than it did the eyes. On one side of the room Nasamea waited patiently as she ignored the vibrancy of this room. She was relaxed and had her arms crossed in patience. Her sparring partner should be here soon enough but for now it would be just her in this vast open spaced room. A place that already made her eliminate the idea of kawarimi'ing on the list. She hoped maybe this time she wouldn't need it.

An obvious door on one of the closer sides made way for a man too short to be considered a ninja. ANyone would normally look on him as a boy, a boy obviously in the wrong place. Garbed in dark black and with a head full of dead brown hair, he walked into the white room and eyed his opponent. Standing at a whooping 5'5, under the height of women even. He wore an expressionless face, and a tight grin that held no room for emotions. His skin was far from pale which didn't suit the dead black bags under his eyes.

On his back there was some unusual grey colored gourd, heavy in appearance. It was littered and spotted with all types of caps on it, resembling a type of machinery or bomb, as if it would pump out steam or blow up if one of the caps were pressed down.

Each boot tapped on the white tilted floors, echoing across the blank snow white space. He stood about 20m away from his opponent, his arms crossed and his dead black eyes locked lifelessly on her. He crossed his arms and leaned his head slightly forward watching her and waiting for her to being the session.

From a trap door soon came a man whom could easily mistaken for a boy. He was fairly short and in fact was shorter than Nasa; whom stood at a height of 5'9. With her dark black hair flowing elegantly behind her and eyes a deep emerald trimmed in gold; she held an essence of beauty like nearly any other kunoichi. To continue this was Nasa's physical composition and tanned skin. She appeared strong and was obviously a runner with decent speed. A katana, attached to her left hip, shown that she must have had some experience with a blade as well. Aside from all this she wore a lose white dress that fitted around her curves with a comfortable ease but left her legs open. Beneath this was black spandex.

To start the battle Nasa took the first move by not approaching the enemy but by placing her hand on her katana's grip and sliding with her left foot out. Her left foot was her guide and her right was behind; her body angled yet facing her target as she stared him down. With a silent nod, she signaled to tart but that she planned on not making the first move. Her eyes, both shields of apathy, studied her target and waited for any sign of movement.

He could wait forever to be successful in this session. It didn't matter how long it would take him, to succeed was apart of the "goal" he held. He did not want to make the first move either, not so that he was forced to react or forced to move a certain way, he held off on the idea of being the aggressor. Even though his reason for succeeding was good enough as an excuse to start the battle first, it worked better in his psyche if she made the first move.


However the time it took to prepare didn't go against anything he had in mind at the moment. On his back lay the large grey gourd, dotted in the "caps" that seemed to be there for some strange reason. One of the caps near the bottom popped off. His opponent wouldn't see it at all, simply because he was in the way of the gourd, but she would notice that it would end up behind him, near his legs rattling on the white tiled floor.

As for now, his first move had been simple, he only wished to prepare his move to react to her. He hoped she'd start soon or she'd watch him stand there the entire time and not move a muscle under all the black fabric that he wore. If she wanted to wait so be it. He would give her all the time she needed.

She could wait the longest time but seeing as how he was probably not going to come at her, due to that gourd on his back, maybe it would be best if she went first. That gourd would probably prove to be a pain in the ass later but i she found a way to work around it maybe she had a chance. So far all spaces were limited to his front, sides, and above.

As she slid into a more of a normal stance she then eyed him. Within seconds she began to take off in a run. Once she hit fifteen meters she took out five kunai and as she neared ten meters she launched them at Shi. Two aimed towards his sides while the other three aimed for his head, neck, and beneath his belly button. Three of these said kunai had their holes filled with small black balls. Nasamea kept running towards him after the kunai.

He noted her every step as he watched the projectiles move towards him. Still in his causal stance he did not move at all as she broke out in a run. She could move at a good pace, more than likely feinting that it was her top speed. Due to this he expected a much, much faster movement. Her sword gave away that she probably was skilled in taijutsu as well. She could definitely run faster than what she was showing.

Each meter clocked down as she continued to travel towards him, he watched her hand reach for a pocket and then pull out tools as she threw them towards him at around ten meters. Good. This meant she'd close on him in time enough. The tools would move faster than she had thrown them, as if they were being pulled to his body and in fact they were. They were pulled towards him at a speed that would only let her travel a meter or so more, blindly quick. As they increased in speed, she would also notice that the black balls would be gone, discard towards the ends of the battle field as if they hit some invisible force.

Once within two meters of his body, the five tools would turn with their bladed side pointed outwards towards his body. They would be evenly spaced around him and begin rotating extremely fast until they looked like a black "belt" was around him, slicing the air as they did so. Should she dare approach him now?

She paced forward but to her surprise the tools she threw seemed to turn tail on her as the little black balls flew off and exploded elsewhere. She slid to a sudden halt against the tile, using chakra on her feet as a means of preventing herself from stumbling, and threw her momentum; causing her to leap backwards by two feet. Meanwhile she grabbed two more kunai from her pouch before she moved back another three meters by using chakra to press off with more force. This aimed her in a straight back motion rather than causing her to curve in the air like a normal jump. Her guard was raised as she watched these tools and the ninja in anticipation. How did he stop the tools midair? Did he have some barrier around him?

She slowly stepped back to nine meters away before she stepped back another to make ten if allowed. Her hand rested on the grip this whole time as she stared at him and the tools, waiting for anything. She watched to see what he may do first before plotting to do any sort of other attacks. However, she did begin to build up some chakra ready to be used. This was an odd predicament and now she was on standby - waiting for him to strike. She would be ready to counter at any time depending how it was he would attack and if he attacked.

Spinning the kunai around in a circle did nothing but create speed, of offense and defense at the same time. Even though a very trained dojutsu might be able to spot the gaps between each of the kunai, there was still the problem as to how fast everything was moving around him.

He watched everything, every little movement that she made and how she made it. As she slid to a halt and jumped backwards one of the kunai would fling out at her gut at a high speed, whizzing through the air. Her body was vulnerable in the air, since she hadn't left a foot dragging near the ground or had anyway to change her posture. It would attempt to impale her in mid jump, but also due to its height it could still strike her even if she landed before that. More than likely her battle strategy would change as she had to deal with the attack being so fast and close, definitely within five meters.

He prepared his next move and adjusted the gap from five tools to four. They continued to move around him at the same speed, not increasing or slowing down, the band of tools whirling around him, daring her to come closer. Who knows, maybe should could figure out the gaps and make it through.

Since she was already removing kunai from her pouch while she first leaped back, Nasa already had a head start on defense. However due to the timing she wouldn't be able to use the kunai as a means of defense. His attack was allegedly too fast. So instead she made a sacrifice by raising her other hand to block the tech. The kunai embed itself into her arm, making her wince as blood splattered against the tile. She continued to move back and hold her other kunai in hand until she was at her nine meters.

While keeping the kunai in hand and watching for another kunai, or maybe something more, Nasa stared him down. While keeping her eyes steady she immediately began to form hand signs as a blur and dig the front of her feet into the ground before springing forward. She took a deep breath when running and quickly narrowed the meters from nine to fice; releasing a giant fireball towards her target just as she had while making a throwing motion towards the center of the flames. From there her chakra influenced footsteps would carry her near or elsewhere.

With the kunai embedded into her arm, the battle was over by his standards. She had failed to do several things in this battle due to her inability to process and analyze all the information of her opponent. Against him, she had put herself in the air, causing her to be in a vulnerable position, failed to understand his jutsu and also failed to even attempt to approach him in any type of manner that would cause him arm.

He had not since moved once, a single step, a single muscle until now. His right arm slowly unfolded out of his crossed arms, stretching it forward as the fireball began to conjure up towards his position. Luckily for her the control over that jutsu was not required once it was released. However, he did not decide to move, only let a large amount of sand spill out and form a complete dome around him to block the technique.

Meanwhile, summoning an S Ranks worth of chakra he would express control over her body. The cap that had dropped in the beginning of the fight had been letting iron sand speed out from behind his position. She would not see this, nor sense this, since the amount had been very small. Using chakra control to take her kunai from her, he spread out a band of magnetic chakra around him and rotated it to use a defense. He had done this to spread the sand to all kunai.

She had not figured out why the cap had dropped behind him instead of flaunting it out in the open. He was attempting to hide what he was doing. Needless to say that he had breached her blood with iron sand, but only a small amount. No more than a two pea sizes. However, as it flowed through her body, he targeted her capillaries in her lungs. Pulling the sand from her body, her lungs would bleed on the inside slowly, and fill up. She would run out of oxygen first and then she would feel the weight of her own blood crashing inside of her.