Yuuto had given the task of finding a suitable opponent. In truth since his release he had done many things, fighting being the main one. He had done battle with the Medical Sennin Junko, coming out on top but not being as powerful when it came to raw Ninjutsu power. He tested Kiri, a young Shinobi with the power of a demon inside of him. Yuuto then fought and assimilated a Hyena-Scorpion Hybrid Manticore. Through that battle he had gained the endurance of a monster, giving Yuuto shock absorbing muscles, that essentially turned Kinetic force into power for speed and retaliation. In a more recent bout he dealt with another Gas Mask Assassin but through assimilation it was only a matter of time before he unlocked the secrets to his DNA. Yuuto cut his hair, and sported a new outfit revealing more of his body and the scars that covered it. For a Medical Genjutsu Oriented Shinobi, he was quite the specimen now.
His opponent today was someone named Raku, to be honest Yuuto didn't read much on the file only glancing at the name and picture. He wanted to be totally surprised by his opponent and needed to guage his own abilities against that of a shinobi on his level. What use could he be to Kumogakure and their new alliance with Konoha. He couldn't be a strong powerhouse if he didn't flex his muscles once in a while right? With the fact that there was always someone stronger out there, Yuuto would always push himself to the limit. He wanted the battle to be at night-time when no one was around. The arena was still under reconstruction so it would add to the dynamics of their fight, on top of the already looming dark.
Yuuto would be standing in the middle of the arena on top of a pile of rubble, staring into the sky. He was pretty much posted up like Kumo's very own Perfect Cell, just waiting for someone to run his fade. Raku would see a belt pouch around his waist, a black mic with a woodgrain handle twirling in his hands. He'd be humming a tune, nothing too particular, just making noise that would softly vibrate around the arena. The slit on his forehead was open revealing his third eye. Yuuto was ready for battle, the only other question, was Raku?
His opponent today was someone named Raku, to be honest Yuuto didn't read much on the file only glancing at the name and picture. He wanted to be totally surprised by his opponent and needed to guage his own abilities against that of a shinobi on his level. What use could he be to Kumogakure and their new alliance with Konoha. He couldn't be a strong powerhouse if he didn't flex his muscles once in a while right? With the fact that there was always someone stronger out there, Yuuto would always push himself to the limit. He wanted the battle to be at night-time when no one was around. The arena was still under reconstruction so it would add to the dynamics of their fight, on top of the already looming dark.
Yuuto would be standing in the middle of the arena on top of a pile of rubble, staring into the sky. He was pretty much posted up like Kumo's very own Perfect Cell, just waiting for someone to run his fade. Raku would see a belt pouch around his waist, a black mic with a woodgrain handle twirling in his hands. He'd be humming a tune, nothing too particular, just making noise that would softly vibrate around the arena. The slit on his forehead was open revealing his third eye. Yuuto was ready for battle, the only other question, was Raku?
