Isamu and Gennosuke, in the training field.

[Hanma, Gennosuke]

The morning was crisp and bright, as Isamu launched out of the bushes into the training yard.

Facing away from Isamu, Gennosuke slightly turns his head, "Hello there.".

Having just arrived, Isamu is startled that this person knew he was here. "Hello, how are ya?" Isamu asks the person.

Gennosuke turns a halfstep, seemingly staring at nothing, "It is a dark night tonight?", he asks ponderously. He lets out a sigh while gripping his belt, and turns to face Isamu, again not looking at anything at all. "My name is Hanma, Gennosuke. Time Village Shinobi.", he says smartly, if a bit slurred. Some sake splashes about, as he takes a long pull from the bottle in his hands.

Isamu scratches the back of his head, "Umm... It's the middle of the day, rather cloudy, but still day. I'm Takahashi Isamu, from the Mist village. It's a pleasure to meet you Gennosuke-san." Isamu says as he holds out his hand.

Gennosuke drops his head quickly, before resuming his lifeless stare into emptiness. "You've caught me rather off guard, I don't have my blindfold with me.", he mumbles and turns back around.

"Wait a second, I seem to remember a Gennosuke a while back. Do you know a Matsu-chan?" Isamu asks after thinking a bit.

He seems hunched over as he sniffs into his bottle of sake before taking another long pull, with a *HIC* at the end. Gennosuke raises his hand, puts his foot out slowly to take a step forward, yet somehow swinging around to face Isamu, and says rather inebriatedly, "Ah, right! I seem to remember you now!".

Isamu lowers his hand, "Ah, I forgot you were blind. My bad. So how's life for you? Hopefully not too many stressful missions..." Isamu asks his newfound friend.

"Ah, yes I am indeed!", Gennosuke says loudly, while he does a few backflips on the grass. "Missions are great! I've been out and about as often as I can lately.", he says with a wolfish grin, flipping into a handstand. Moving around on his fingertips, Gennosuke quickly somersaults back up onto his feet before he pulls out some ramen from his satchel.

"Heh, nice moves." Isamu notes. He sits down and pulls out a small bundle of kunai from his pack. "So what have your missions been recently? Mine have been all drab, deliver package here,
pick up scroll there. It feels like I've become the Uchuukage's mailman..." Isamu says as he begins sharpening his kunai.

Seemingly ignoring Isamu, Gennosuke looks up, "Are you hungry? It feels about time to eat I suppose.". He then produces an empty bowl, and pours some of it from the other. Sliding the bowl over to Isamu he says, "I've been out in the country fighting other ninja, that oppose Time Village.".

"Thanks, but I already ate." Isamu replies with a sigh. "I wish I could be doing that, but the Uchuukage is still angry at me over how many times I've been involved with the destruction of a
certain bridge in the village." Isamu says as he inspects one of his kunai."It hasn't even been my fault most of the time." he muttered under his breath.

Slowly but surely, Gennosuke begins eatting his Ramen nodding along to what is being said. "Low Profile... is what I.. always... say.", he gets out between bites.

Isamu places a nicely sharpened kunai on the ground near him, and returns his focus to the others. "Yeah, that's the way I operate, but when Ichiro-nii-sama wants to see how my training is
developing, we fight. I don't think he knows the meaning of low-key." Isamu sighs as he continues sharpening his kunai.

Finishing his bowl of ramen, Gennosuke nods, "I think I walked through one of your fights one day while I was really drunk once...". Shaking his head, he puts his bowl away and stands quickly.

Isamu finishes sharpening his second kunai, and tosses it toward Gennosuke. "Here, let's see how good you are." Isamu gets up and grabs the kunai resting next to him.

Gennosuke leaps around, and catches the kunai before falling into very relaxed stance. "Yes, why don't we?", he grins evilly, as he wavers back and forth, taking sips from his sake.

Isamu slides into a defensive style and takes a cleansing breath before charging Gennosuke, thrusting his kunai straight ahead.

Swinging backwards into a backflip yet stopping halfway, Gennosuke raises his leg as he leans back perpendicular to the ground, and aims his foot upward toward the underside of Isamu's
kunai.

As Isamu's kunai is kicked out of his hand, he grabs Gennosuke's ankle, and proceeds to kick Gennosuke's other leg out from under him.

Gennosuke grins as he hears the loud thud of Isamu's kunai, "Ha!". Before he can back off, Isamu's kick takes him in the leg, and he falls back onto his hands like a crab, before landing on
his back completely. Rolling over, Gennosuke aims a kick towards Isamu's throat, as he pulls on the one Isamu is holding, only to push at the last second towards the side of Isamu's head.

Isamu releases Gennosuke's leg and jumps back, avoiding the kicks. He makes a handseal and shouts, "Baikyuu Kesson!" Isamu's arms and legs glow a dull blue.

Rolling backwards and onto his head, Gennosuke pushes off the ground with his hands, and lands on his feet a bit wobbily. In an instant he does a few handseals, and turns into an almost
exact replica of Isamu, "Henge!!". He makes a handseal and shouts, "Baikyuu Kesson!" His arms and legs glow a dull blue. His eyes staring at nothing he lunges towards Isamu, and swings out
with his kunai towards Isamu's face.


"I'm not gonna lie, that's kind of creepy..." Isamu says as he ducks under the fake Isamu's swing. His hand glows a bright blue for a second as he thrusts his shimmering palm towards the fake Isamu's chest.

"Goukakyuu!", Gennosuke says softly as he drops the kunai and pulls his hands up to his mouth. Fire begins to engulf the real Isamu, as his fist touches up against the fake Isamu.

Isamu slams his palm into the fake Isamu, taking the fireball in full force. Isamu rushes out after his Buddhist Palm hits, so that he doesn't get too crispy.

Isamu flies backwards before flipping in mid-air, to land skidding on his feet. "Whew. Not bad there.", the fake Isamu says loudly, with a huge grin on his face, before he lets go of his henge.

As they stand there, Isamu cracks his neck and loosens up his arms. Something peculiar happens, Isamu's burnt skin starts healing immediately, returning to normal in just a few seconds. "Not too bad yourself. Too bad I've got an advantage." Isamu says as he points to his newly healed flesh.

Gennosuke slowly turns his head left and right. "What advantage? I can feel no others around.", he says rather drunkenly, taking this time for a big swig from his bottle.

"Gah! I keep forgetting, It doesn't help that you're a good fighter..." Isamu says with a sigh. He readies himself for a second round.

Crouching down, and sitting aloof Gennosuke says, "You are too, I really felt that last one.".

"You should have, Riyokus can barely stand up after I hit them with my Buddhist Palm. We should get you to a nurse or something, I tend to put more power into it than I think..." Isamu says as he moves toward Gennosuke.

Gennosuke waves Isamu off, "I'm fine, it is merely a scratch really.". Getting back to his feet, he begins to stretch until a loud pop occurs, and then he settles back down into a semi crouch.
Picking up his kunai, he tosses it at Isamu and waves as he walks away towards the mission hall.

Isamu waves back, as he catches the kunai. He searches around for the other one, and once he finds it, Isamu puts both back into his pack. Isamu decides to take a nap, and promptly falls
asleep.