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Sage would then slightly look over the stance that Bone had selected, but then really did not give it a care what stance the other person took up. Sage would then slowly mover her left hand up to pouch on her beth to grab two kunia and cup them in her hand to keep them from his view while at the same time she would slightly bend her knees. Once the two kunia are cupped in her hand she would then slowly move it back down towards her side. Sage would then lean slightly fowards as she would kicked of the ground slightly to increase her speed as she darted towards Bone.

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Sage would close the distance between the pair to a distance of about ten meters before she would then raise her left hand infront of her to flick her wrist and send the two kunia lauching towards Bone's direction. As the two kunia fly towards him they would slightly spread to a distance that was slightly smaller than what is needed to pass by Bone without hitting his shoulder slightly. Sage was only be about a step behind the kunia as she continued to sprint towards Bone. Sage's right hand would grip the hilt slightly tighter as it would continue to rest in the sheath on her side unmoved.

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Bone watched her advance with the help of his Puppet's Eyes technique and then smiled. Having been leaning backwards at the time, Bone then jumped back, letting his feet extend to their fullest and then hit the two kunai, knocking them upwards into the air. Observing the obstacles behind him, Bone then started to get a feel for his surroundings. As he got close to the ground, Bone started to make back flips and during that, he caught the two kunai that she threw at him.

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As he then landed on his feet, he slid to a stop and then placed a kunai in both hands, pulling his right hand back and then throwing it towards Sage's form as she continued to advance towards him. Having not been aiming when he threw the kunai, it could have easily missed but at the same time, could be heading right for a vital spot. Bone then gripped his hands back into fists, the other kunai having disappeared from his hands mysteriously. Bone then started to sway once again to see what would more than likely happen.

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As early as they had showed up for training, it appeared that Shouta had shown up almost too early. Ero-Sannin was nowhere to be seen. He tried waiting, but Shouta had never been a very patient person, he preferred immediacy in all things. Grumbling, he began to pace, and finally gave up. Cursing at his absent master, he stormed back towards the middle of the village. His mood didn't stay sour for long, though. There was still an entire village full of cuties, and without Ero-Sannin he had them all to himself. A lecherous smile came across his face for a moment before he quashed it. Better appear the innocent child, don't want to scare any of the hens out of the henhouse. At least not without getting their eggs first. Then, he could really care less if they got away. He could find them again, the hunt was part of what made his prey so appealing. He liked it when they ran. Maybe not enough to advertise his nature, and if one or two caught on to what he was like, that was a calculated risk. After all, who'd believe a kid like him was such a pervert?
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Shouta had been looking around, his eyes roving hugnrily for what could be his next conquest. At the moment, his eyes were working at a level beyond normal. But this was no secret clan eye skill, it was the practiced gaze of a pervert. He focused on the pretty girls, everything else got kind of hazy and indistinct. Perhaps that was why he collided with the stranger. They were a guy, and not terribly important.
"Hey, watch where you're going, you stupid brat!"
Kind of ironic, considering he was younger than the stranger and it had been just as much his fault they'd crashed into each other. He straightened up and glared at the other person though, in no mood to shrug it off as an accident. Lolita was still asleep within him, their merged bodies looking like just one person with an odd shape at the back of their neck. Other than that, Shouta looked almost like any other boy that hadn't even become a teenager yet. Almost. There was something in his eyes, something cold and decidedly adult, that bespoke of a maturity beyond his years. His dress was a bit unorthodox, too, consisting of a flowing white kimono, a wrapped cloth belt and his ninja band, hanging from his belt.
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(Also, Shouta is a guy and Lolita is a girl.) heart

Shouta glowered for a moment longer, wondering if it would be worth it causing something with this person, whoever they were. He didn't like his attitude, but if he raised a scene now, it could make finding a nearby target that much more difficult. Even though he could get angry at the drop of a hat, Shouta stayed clear-headed enough to not let it get in the way of his passions. Even so, something about this emotionless person bugged him. He decided he'd give them one last push and be done with them, turning to more pressing matters. Like pressing against her, or her, or especially her!
"Yeah whatever. An unskilled brat like you had better do just that."
He scowled one last time and made a grand show of dusting off his clothes, then turned to walk away from Ginsa, muttering about how the brat had wasted his time. He half wanted something to break out, he knew if he got even a little scraped up, he could probably appeal to some of the village's ladies' motherly instincts. But if not, then oh well, he'd just proceed as planned otherwise.
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Shouta set his foot down and turned his head slightly to glare at Ginsa one more time. He had just come from the academy? He couldn't believe it. Shaking his head, he debated if it was worth the time to have a scuffle with him. If he was just a beginner, he probably couldn't even offer up a challenge, could he?
"Geez, they let anyone into the academy nowadays, don't they? A great shinobi? Yeah, maybe compared to a corpse of one. Got better things to do than babysit someone who probably can't even perform a jutsu."
Shouta smirked at this last comment, if this didn't set him off, nothing would. He didn't know why he was so intent upon getting a reaction out of this person, but their emotionless attitude was bugging him. But even so, he wasn't about to spend all day working him over. Laughing derisively, he turned back to leave, but he kept his senses sharp in case he'd finally pushed the right button.
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Shouta stiffened when he heard Ginsa call him 'hot-headed'. He couldn't deny it, and that just made him more annoyed. He hadn't taken another step when he saw Ginsa was in front of him again. What the? He had just been behind him, was it speed? No, it poofed into nothingness quickly enough. Just a clone. So he was taunting him, was he? He'd regret that!
"Well aren't you the big know-it-all, bet you were the teacher's pet, too. Did you have to hump her leg to get a passing grade, you dog of a shinobi?"
This was an insult stepped in the perversion which circulated in Shouta's mind virtually non-stop, a shinobi with anything close to normal morals wouldn't say such a phrase lightly. Or in public, for that matter. No, he was ready to accept their little encounter as a challenge. He performed a few handseals, watching what he assumed to be the real Ginsa out of the corner of his eye.
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Had he just heard right? Had this snot-nosed brat, fresh out of the academy, really just dare to give him advice on women?! That was it, he was going to make him regret that! Shouta was a pervert of the highest caliber, he didn't need advice from some nobody like this! And who did he think he was, threatening that Shouta's schemes wouldn't work. The gall of him! Well he'd just have to show him he wasn't to be mocked!
"Wrong button to push, brat!"
But just before he finished the seals, a devilish idea came to him. He wouldn't fight him, no, that seemed to be what was expected of him. He'd do something much more fun! Stopping and restarting the hand seals, he prepared to launch an offensive of a completely different nature. Oh, he'd regret what he said!
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