It was big, he'd give it that. Mist had tall buildings, not large ones. When your available space was limited to islands within a massive lake, you did a lot of upwards construction. Cloud didn't have that issue, and it showed in this very establishment. A wide open arena that could house a dozen fights at once. Or one big free for all. A smirk comes over Hoshikata's face as his golden eyes scan the grounds before him, mostly empty.
He was wearing his very best today. A black jacket over a white vest over a black dress shirt. He had black slacks with matching shoes, polished so much that they reflected the world in a muted color. White gloves covered his hands, and incidentally the chakra mark under his wrists. He was already unbuttoning the jacket, knowing he would need mobility in what he had planned.
As the fine material is hung on a chair, Hoshikata leaps into the arena proper and begins stretching. He let the sign outside do the work he should have been, inviting anyone for a friendly spar. He wanted to test out this new gift of his.
(Open to all, but I'd like an rp spar only.)
He was wearing his very best today. A black jacket over a white vest over a black dress shirt. He had black slacks with matching shoes, polished so much that they reflected the world in a muted color. White gloves covered his hands, and incidentally the chakra mark under his wrists. He was already unbuttoning the jacket, knowing he would need mobility in what he had planned.
As the fine material is hung on a chair, Hoshikata leaps into the arena proper and begins stretching. He let the sign outside do the work he should have been, inviting anyone for a friendly spar. He wanted to test out this new gift of his.
(Open to all, but I'd like an rp spar only.)