Toughest Guys in Town [Nao, Tentou]

The Unrefined Paragon

Tentō Zefā

Tentō walked the grounds of the 4th Division's compound. A towel draped around his neck to cool his body down from his morning workout routine. 100 pushups, 100 situps, 100 air squats, and a 10-km run! Well, he dud other things as well; gotta have a balanced muscle development and maintenance program. But for some reason he really enjoy those parts. Being part of the combat division, he had to make sure he was u. Good physical shape. A strong mind and will could only do so much if the body didn't match the needs.

Out he went, patting down his wet head and bare chest as he heard a commotion. Hearing the sound he quickly made his way to see a red headed beauty with her chest puffed out. Ego and determination out to all. Safe to say she was here beyond a social visit; one that was a biiiiit on the hot headed rude side. Tento had to do a blink and exaggerated sigh at the type of declaration. If she wanted to agitate some members of the 4th she went and dud that. They were stirred now, it seemed other divisions kept coming in to disrespect their squad. A fact that aggravated the young man. Was this really how an organization that was supposed to be the pinnacle of balance bringers to the world functioned?

Well....least she said they would be good training partners. He guessed...

Tento rested his towel on his shoulder as he stood by in the distance. Watching the unseated members form around the res headed fire cracker to accept her challenge. A skirmishes ensued resulting in his squad mates lying on the ground in little piles around her. A little bit wounded physically but largely more ego. Once again did their pride and respect get spat on.

At this point the calm mannered Tento had a slight scowl on his face. He steo forward to approach. His hand reaching out to tap the shoulder of one of his men gently before walking closer. He slip his gown on fully joy and rested the wet town onto of his head.

"Everyone is strong here in their own way. If you wish for more sparring im happy to help", Tento said in a very calm soft voice eyes concealed by the white cloth. "But this form of approach to seek partners.... is nothing but distasteful and unacceptable". Tento looked up, his voice holding a rare angry edge and burning brown eyes. "This is not how you treat your comrades".

The Unrefined Paragon

Tentō Zefā

Tentō let out a long smooth breath, his stance lowering. His Zanpatuko remained at his hip, his legs shoulder left and slightly bent. His left hand raised to Nao's eye height, the tip of Tentō's fingers having the vision of the red headed fire tiger's head in line as if he was taking a shot. His right hand shifted tight to his core, a closed fist and elbow tucked. She sounded so hyper and cheerful but looked so menacing. He was not sure if this was some sort of sarcasm but...it kinda didn't feel like that. She looked too happy and content for that, as if she was just pleased to get another fight. "...".

He met her eyes as she got into her stance as he did. They eyes staying glued to each other. It was strange, he felt like he was in a martial arts tournament in the world of the living all over again... There was an intensity in her eyes but...one that he welcome. One that felt welcoming. And a bit overwhelming. Tentō gritted his teeth though, tightening his muscles as he prepared himself physically and mentally. Eyeing the tigress that was ready to pounce.

"...you are....odd. Who...are you?".

Tentō shifted the weight of his feet, heels lifting off of the ground lightly as the balls and toes of his feet pressed on. Sliding light before he moved, dashing forward towards Nao, Tentō began to get ready to feel her out. Throwing a series of quick open palm strikes at her using his left hand as he stepped down in front of her hopefully. A straight forward one armed at her solar plexus, the hand only moving away in a short space before it fly back, aiming to hit the lower rib cage on her right before flowing fully back in a cock to throw a sideways palm strike to right shoulder. These blows had no concentrated energy in them they were a part of his physical strength and speed.

It was time to see what this eager comrade of the Gotei United could do and find out why she was here....

The Unrefined Paragon

Tentō Zefā

Well this was an unexpcted and unfortunate turn of events. After Tento had asked who Nao was he had moved, throwing out a few warm up feeling out strikes as she introduced herself. Sawachika Nao, founder of the Sanzan Koken; whatever that was. She had broke her stance to pop out her body in a declaration. A fact that well, Tento had not expected. Since she had gotten into her fighting stance, he had actually expected her to just....fight. Respond to his words while taking the strikes and doing something with them. His eyes were focused on her and slowed down lightly as he saw her speak and her body pop out with a little momentum; a shift of his focus and a oh no at seeing her not respond as he thought.

"crap crap. Ah, I thought you was ready", he said hearing her shout and kicked back, jumping away out of reach of his flurry of hits. She did call him a jerk and ill mannered. A fact that made him blink and feel a little flustered while trying to still maintain a serious external look. "S..sorry. Look I am not a jerk I-", he had remained where he was, trying to well. Do things right. "Look, name is Tentō Zefāāāāāāāā", Tentō said in a yelp-shout, Nao opening up a palm before striking out with it into the air. Shouting a move that he had never heard before; Sanzan Koken - Kosou. The reiryoku in her palm exploding out into the air smacking him square in the chest causing him to roll backwards in a roll his body to smack into a bench. His body upside down as he gazed out at the red head warriorees in a few blinks.

"Well, okay then. Count that one as your point", he sighed and shifted, turning to his side before hopping to his feet with a little bounce. "Anyway I don't have bad manners! I am a perfect gentleman", he said getting back into his stance. This time ensuring he waited for Nao to be ready before he began to approach her once again".

The Unrefined Paragon

Tentō Zefā

"Hmphf!"

Was all Tento heard as he ran towards the short antithetic martial art enthusiast. The darn fierce eyes and look of her shifted into a beam of complete adorableness as she turned her nose her and POUTED. HOW DARE SHE USE CUTE STUFF AGAINST HIM!!! The nerve.

...forget the possibility of her believing and implying with her physical actions that Tento, was not a gentleman like he claimed. The very action of a woman with legs like those and pouting like that made him annoyed. It was a lot of work to FOCUS. She wanted a fight to test herself and he was gonna give it to her. Hottie or not.

His foot stepped down in front of her, now in her proper stance. Bodies of the fallen testers from the 4th division away either carried away with help or by themselves. She shifted into another stance, a new one; he would just have to see how it would be. With his height difference with her, his next strike would have a long reach but boy was he unsure if it would be an easy thing.

Now that she was ready in and in her proper stance the unarmed bundle of energy took up a different position than the one she had held prior. The fierceness of a tiger seeping into her reiatsu that exuded out of her and into the space surrounding her. Her clear blue eyes lingering on Tento but not rushing into anything. He lifted his right leg and twisted his torso and toes on his left foot as he did so, attempting to throw out a sharp kick to her hip, this blow would not go allow, as he would shift his body slightly to pull the foot back in a tiny amount of space before attempting to bring it back for a follow-up kick to the arm while keeping his kicking foot up.

The Unrefined Paragon

Tentō Zefā

His foot came up and began to attempt its maneuver. But his eyes picked up a bit of the movement that was coming now when it happened. She shunpoed close, shooting forward like a rocket to shorten the tight distance between them. She was so close to his chest that his kicks may as well have not existed.

He felt a hard bump to his kick, blocking any possible curve of the limb. A sharp palm was felt then, short and t9.the point as it slammed into his diaphragm taking a good bit of air out of his lungs in that moment. He brought his leg down quick, throwing his hands up in an x guard as he took a quick breath to steady himself and a sharp ssss to l let the pain ease out a bit. It was hard and he was sure he was not able to see all of them...even block all of them. But she let a flurry of strikes applying pressure like he attempted to do before. Near the end of her flurry he ttied to reach out with one of he hands, aiming yo grip an arm before stepping out of her position to throw a low kick aimed at the space between her calf and ankle.

God was this lady like a red blur. A red flash?