Josephine
"I know you're in denial, it's alright." Saki fired back with a shrug of her shoulders and a laugh. "I'd be too if I was grumpy all that time." She added, following after the boy when he stepped towards Raya.

As soon as Rieki said Shisaki was more than welcome to try and hit him, she planned on doing just that. "Fuck him up, Raya!" The Inuzuka let out excitedly and pumped up, reaching for the pouch on her back and pulling out the blade piece of her bracer, attaching the two pieces with a solid clap.

Raya, meanwhile, seemed to growl slightly in annoyance, clearly not looking forward for the spar, practice or whatever one might call it, that was about to happen. Nevertheless, the wolf-like dog stepped away from Rieki, gaining a bit of distance between the two.

Dropping down to all fours, Saki looked even more savage than what she normally did, her sharp canines standing out even more. Then, pushing off of the water surface, she dashed towards Rieki, her blade curving backwards, specifically designed that way so the girl wouldn't cut herself while moving. As she ran, Saki starting to spin, performing the traditional Passing Fang, this one bigger and sharper thank to the Inuzuka's weapon. Saki had labelled this version Savage Fang in her head.

Raya, even if she'd much prefer to be resting, imitated her owner, running at Rieki and starting a Passing Fang of her own. The two would try to cross back and forth around the area Rieki was in, clearly not holding back. Or, at least, one of them wasn't...
Mildred
Rieki didn't quite care if he lost or won this 'spar'. Though he knew Shisaki would constantly brag about it if she won - she was annoying like that. Still, all he wanted was to practice his technique and water affinity, so that's what he'd do. 

The Tsuneni boy finished weaving his hand seals, a thick type of water forming in his throat, not unlike the technique he already mastered, Starch Syrup. He shot the gooey substance from his mouth towards the dog and the feral dog. In reality, it was supposed to open in rope like strings before wrapping tightly around someone, but now it just seemed to fly openly.

He took the chance to step back, using his failed technique as a cover so Shisaki would have to curve a fair bit if she wanted to avoid the technique and still try to hit him - just because he didn't care about losing, didn't mean he was just going to allow Shisaki to do whatever she wanted.
Josephine
Saki continued her assault on Rieki, curving around the thrown liquid just enough to avoid it. The Inuzuka was a naturally fast shinobi but the detour was still a detour. Raya dodged out of the way as well, having a much shorter distance to cover than her owner given their initial positions.

The pair of hurricanes would continue to head towards Rieki, Saki's eventually catching up with Raya, since she was faster, as the two would start to go cross back and forth between each other.

Crazy as she might be, Shisaki wouldn't do anything too dangerous, spinning away if and whenever she felt her blade start to draw blood. If she ever managed to hit him, this would make sure Rieki would only come out of it with a few scratches.

Raya and Saki would eventually come to a stop side by side looking at Rieki. "You looked exactly like I do when I throw up. Have you been drinking, Grumps?"
Dorothy
```This is a Training Ground```

She was at the precipice, the moment right before perfection, she *Knew* It, she just needed to push herself the smallest bit further to make that a reality, that's what Azuku was currently thinking about as she swung her blades with what at first seemed reckless abandon... Until it was clear that each swing wasn't just a singular swing, but a swing into a pivot into an adjusted stab back into yet *Another* Swing. Managing to create four different points of contact with a singular thrust wasn't necessarily an easy feat... And she could feel her muscles burning from the strain of such a thing. That was, until she felt a rather distinct pull, and a cry later, she dropped the claw in her left hand, holding onto her shoulder with a huff. "Fucking... D-dammit! This..." *Another* Pulled muscle it felt like, and she wasn't anywhere close, she was still at the point before the top, she just needed one more push until she could say with certainty that she had 'perfected' her use of weapons.

"Every single time..." It wasn't even a technique that she was using, it was simply a matter of forcing yourself to utilize movements and actions with your strikes that seemed to defy the enemies expectations as well as the users body, apparently. After giving herself a few minutes to calm down, applying a heat pack to her shoulder to loosen the muscle back up, she stood, looking forwards while envisioning the nonexistent enemy. Taller, usually taller by five inches minimum, though recently she'd been coming across people who easily cleared a foot on her, this meant she had to aim her strikes specifically. Force, ferocity... And precision and grace, Isaya had called it unsightly... But she refused to believe that. Ferocity had its place in the field, it absolutely, most certainly did... Sure, there were Shinobi who could strike without feeling, without passion... But that *Wasn't* Azuku. She was at least self aware enough to realize, surprisingly enough, despite how fucking sappy it sounded... She was a passionate shinobi.

And she didn't mean passionate as in empathetic... More often than not she could give less of a damn about the state of her enemies, what they wanted, why they fought... Who cared? But her own emotions? They fueled her jutsu, her strikes, her everything. She let out a breath of air, taking a low aggressive stance... And flung herself at the imaginary target. A flurry of strikes that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, flipping over herself just to change the angle *Just* Enough, adding a jagged pull to ensure the damage wasn't something that could easily be healed, a whirlwind of metal claws and fury and rage and all those fun descriptors... That was Fukumatsu Azuku, and she was gonna be damned if anything would sto- "SUNNUVABITCH!" She skidded out, her shoulder flaring in more pain... Well... With how weak her body seemed to be in comparison to her strength, maybe muscle damage would do her in...
```Solo Training End!```