By word of mouth it was relayed that the foe was skilled beyond belief, such things spiked the wanderer's interest, but having stood before the opponent pervaded Biimu's spirit with zest, something that he did not have for years after the war with the Land of Demons lead by Naraku Uchiha. The wind whistled and danced with the Yuushi's vanilla and crimson colored poncho, physically there was nothing about Biimu's movement that could have been investigated by his adversary while the match transpired; the reason being was that his poncho acted as a mask around his entire upper body, not even revealing his hands. There was no telling where Biimu's punches or defense was going to come from, to battle against Biimu was like playing a guessing game, and just being fast as a support attribute was not enough against the member of the Sangami (三神, "Three Gods", English TV; "The Three Divines"). To further this vague turtle like defense, the poncho also covered the lower half of Biimu's body by shielding his knee joints, meaning that Jatiri wasn't going to be able to get intel normally from that either. Quite frankly if the opponent lacked skill and experience he was not going to last...
All Biimu could smell was the fresh air and his opponent's intentions; the young Kingu peered into the window of Jatiri's soul, only to feel the vibrant conflagration of his wil. *'Seems this guy isn't playing games, I mean who would considering Ima' stranger, but beyond that I can tell he's been through a lot, physically speaking.'* Biimu studied the Anbu's arms because their uniforms usually exposed those areas which entailed some of the man's training—Biimu analyzed that the opponent was a striker, like most shinobi of course due to Jatiri's light anf ripped muscle make up. Hopefully his muscles meant he could withstand a punch, because Biimu's fists felt like meteors according to his recent opponents.
But beyond that was Jatiri's slim frame which usually meant nothing, but Biimu assumed his opponent was the typical glass type, if he wasn't then it was clear that the enemy was agile and fast with his fists. *'I'm confident his shots don't pack **THAT** much of a punch if he's a speed fighter, it's something I can deal with, but if he's skilled I know he'll aim for vitals for his first few rounds, I mean until he starts enjoying himself of course.*' The former Raikage's first hypothesis was conducted on the Anbu member's physicality, however Biimu knew it ran a bit deeper than what he analyzed. It was clear Biimu was the opposite of Jatiri, he had to make assumptions in order to prepare himself of what was to come, it was how he fought. Jatiri made the first move, it displayed his *inferno-like* confidence, something most people lacked in today's age of shinobi, however it was not enough to impress the former Raikage.
Biimu scrutinized his every movement down to the finest detail before he even made them. Biimu was already steps ahead of his opponent, and it **was** going to stay that way for the **rest of the fight** no matter how much he defied it, all Biimu had to do was read this situation for what it was. The first step Jatiri made the wanderer saw two options for an opening and then a third based on logical deduction, but instead of taking the initiative he wanted to wait in order to not ruin anything he could have learned from from the enemy, a sick strategy indeed. '*Damn, since when have I been this anxious to fight? If I don't calm down this will end to fast, but eh, maybe I should stop being so cocky. After winning so many damn matches to save this world it's hard not to.*' Biimu thought. He noticed while Jatiri was sliding forward that his hands were placed up against his face. *'He's a boxing type? Never seen that from too many shinobi other than my brother, wonder where he learned those skills from.'* As with his first action, Biimu saw another opening to take that his enemy left. *'Damn, I can tell he's good based on his aura, but boy!, there's so many things I can punish. Guess I've gotten too strong!'*
Due to how taut Jatiri's muscles were, Biimu could already tell his focus was first rate, he could see it in the male's eyes as well. Someone like him was a difficult case to shake up, at least for a normal person that is. The opponent also had impressive foot work, something that was good enough to confuse someone if they could not keep up, it was one of the most essential things to a fighter of any style to have aquired To see that Jatiri had that much understood spoke volumes of what he knew, Biimu was in for a battle! something that was going to intrigue him for years to come that he could tell a tale of. While Jatiri had the will of a fierce fighter ingrained in his aura, Biimu was the opposite, his atmosphere was indeterminate, comparable to a tree that was deeply rooted into the ground. No will or malice could be felt from him, the fact he was not baring any of these traits meant that the future of the fight his actions were going to be difficult to predict and comprehend. Biimu's suddle nature at first glance was easy going...simple, but to a seasoned fighter they could see he was capable of massacre; what exactly had the former Raikage been through to reach his current state of skill and power?
The opponent's broken rhythm...was rather troublesome, however Biimu was not new to throwing hands in the least. He had his own experiences and how to deal with this. Telegraphing was an integral part to combat, but when both opponents are on similar levels or know of the technique's depth, it becomes nugatory. Biimu didn't need to study Jatiri's body to know that a punch was coming his way, he could smell the opponent's intention, it was a *half-hearted'* one at that. Biimu assumed he was being tested, if he was there were two things he summarized about the fist, it was either a feint to jerk a reaction of engagement from Biimu, or it was to test Biimu's resolve and even within that he was still subjected to get hit. Due to the punch being something uncommitted in nature, it was going to lack power if it landed.
Whatever the strike was, Biimu saw more about its contents and welcomed it with a chuckle. While Jatiri was closing in the distance, Biimu's feet were already dancing with prosaic, but well timed speed. Just as Jatiri's fist blitz'd through the air, Biimu leaned forward, **to be hit**. Even if Jatiri had dismaying speed and keen senses, he wasn't going to be able to explosively retract his hand and re-position himself somewhere else to start up a new attack or defense. He was simply locked into his inertia, and Biimu took full advantage of it. Before Biimu could be hit by the uncommitted attack that Jatiri seemingly had no intention of connecting, Biimu ever so slightly spun around the fist like a veil of graceful wind skating atop of water, leaving the opponent to hit the still air. As Biimu was doing a full spin around Jatiri's rocketing fist, Biimu had everything fixed to his liking. Just as Jatiri's fist was a few milliseconds away from meeting its half-way mark, Biimu had already completed his full spin which only meant he saw through the opponent's turn, nor did he care to fight by Jatiri's rules. Biimu's elegant motion made him seem faster than he actually was, having smoothly slipped into Jatiri's blind spot with no endeavor.
Just as Biimu went to the left of Jatiri's right fist, he leaned the side of his body further to the left to evade any follow ups the opponent could have taken in the current situation. It would be strategically beneficial if he Jitari did so...but what would be the repercussions of such an action? Not only what it speak dimensions of the boy's speed, but it would also speak terrifying degrees of what Biimu thought of. The poncho wearing traveler had other defenses in place just in case Jatiri attempted to speed up his fist when Biimu leaned forward, but in truth, Biimu was testing Jatiri to see what he was capable of. However, Biimu's face was lit like the sun's, he was within **his** zone of combat, Jatiri wasn't going to control anything, he was a mere chess piece on Raikage's board.
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