Snippet #1589372

The sparring ground was illuminated by the light of fire, torches planted in a circular shape around a stone floor. Monks were placing large mats on the ground, sitting the criss cross meditation position, all preparing for some kind of ritualistic ceremony. Honestly it was just the announced demonstration of Hiro, the resident student of the Swaying Palm style of Ansatsuken, and his new technique that was rumored to be his signature move. When Hiro would be sent out to assassinate, he would be recognized by the way he destroys his opponents. With him would be Jay, the practitioner of the original Ansatsuken that heavily resembled Karate. After the move would be demonstrated on a test dummy, the two would spar for the entertainment of the monks.

-

Jay was tying some black cloth around his wrists, and removed his shirt, leaving him in a pair of black pants, and bare feet. he securely tied a headband, keeping his spiked black hair in order. Once he was done, he threw a couple punches, some kicks, and felt pretty good about himself, before heading off to meet up with Hiro, making his way to the shrine his friend was preparing himself at.

"Bro?" Called out Jay "It's Jay!"

seeing as they grew up together, Jay acknowledged Hiro like family, sometimes jealous of the power of the Swaying Palm, yet, at the same time, holding a deep respect for it and its practitioner. despite starting his training first ahead of the others, Hiro was amazingly skilled, and Jay's only guess was because the other boy was older by a year, and had the height and physique to appear like an upperclassman, or older brother compared to him.

"Are you Scared you'll lose the big match?" Asked Jay. "I mean, I'm glad for your new move and all, but it could never work on me, the Supreme Master of the Fist!"