@jinzoutsuki asked: "rival..?" mitsuki parrots with an expression that almost reads as pity, before smiling his eerie smile once again; "sure thing," oh no."should we spar? to see if you can handle it?" mitsuki please don't kill him...
The hunt for a rival had not been one without compromise. Initially, Houki had fixated upon Metal as perhaps one to become his rival, at least in the early days of the Academy, his look baring resemblance to the rival of his idol, and his lineage being that of the great taijutsu masters - a worthy opponent for an excellent shinobi. But that route had not yet bore fruit and he itched to sate that feeling of having someone to meet in combat or challenge, to learn from and study to improve his own skill.
Mitsuki had seemed a good fit in reflection when considering his peers.
“We should. Sparring is part of a rivalry after all. Lord Sixth and his rival sparred many times through the years...” he replied, the facts slipping from him with the natural ease of one who had absorbed the content. If he was really in the moment, he would recount details of several sparring matches, but he had come to recognise his peers did not appreciate the information as much as he might.
“It will be good to test myself against you. Your fight with Iwabe was illuminating...” he murmured, recalling details in painstaking detail as though it might have been yesterday and not some time ago. The fluidity of the the other’s movements, the efficient manner of striking, the clear calculation in exacting each move. He had seen other fights since then, snatches of combat, training sessions and glances throughout the village but nothing quite as notable as that initial impression.
Outside he’s playing it cool, standing still and the one exposed eye focused on the other before him, but beneath that surface he felt the fire stoked, the desire to be more, to become even closer to attaining his goal of being like his idol ignited once more. “Whenever you’re ready, Mitsuki...”
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