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Akira arched his leg back and then readjusted and sent it forwards crashing into Kado's shoulder. Kado was sent sailing backwards along the ground from the forceful thrust of Akira's simple kick. He watched as Akira, whom had long, slender strands that were tied in a high risen ponytail that hung down low step away and towards their training fields.

"Stupid Akira!" Kobayashi growled, lifting himself up. He patted down his hakama, the pleated skirt-like pants of his training uniform. His kimono beneath was slightly scuffed with dirt as well but he didn't have time to care for that. There would undoubtedly be a tournament for the chosen one. There always was.

Kado chuckled, a mischievous grin forming on his lips. He could get there faster than Akira. Climbing on the tops of several crate he clambered onto the roof albeit, noisily. Then, taking a running head start, he began leaping from building to building. He had seen the Shadow Corp do it many times. They would come and go, seemingly disappearing into thin air whenever he would attempt to follow.

Racing amongst the roof tops was a good exercise as well. It turned his legs into jelly in no time at all on any typical day.. But then again, today wasn't one of those days. Spotting a strangely dressed woman, his attention was once again diverted from what it was supposed to be doing, to something else that it wasn't. Mis-stepping, he would send himself into a cascade down through several boxes--landing in front of the woman. Groaning he would simply lie there for several moments.