When Fire and Ice Collide (Shimo)

Training, that was on his mind everyday to get himself stronger, faster, better than he was before. He had to keep going and each day he would push himself to the breaking point to get himself to his goal. He had started early that morning, getting right to work the moment he had climbed out of bed by gripping onto one the higher placed shelves in his home and proceeded to start doing pull ups to help his arms stretch and tone. He did about fifteen reps before dropping down, immediately doing squats to help his legs stretch and awaken as his arms as he thought about what he would have for breakfast, probably end up being some rice and a various assortment of vegitables with some fish. Squats and pull ups aside, he finished out the rest of his regiment with some minor stretching and yoga before finally moving to set about his other tasks, breakfast and a bath.

Cleaned, stretched, and full on food, he quickly found himself readying the equipment he was going to be bringing a long with him. Today he was gong to work on his swordsmanship by himself in a little secluded spot that he liked to venture to. On the way there however, he would practice a little bit of weight training to help bolster his body's strength, allowing him to develope a faster mobility over time. So he got himself dressed in his black sleeveless Shihaksho, making sure his sash around his waist was tight and secured before reaching for the headband he had and tied it around one of the sleeve loops that rested upon his shoulder. He grabbed his Hiyori next, placing the large white cloak over his back and shoulders before securing it as well. He secured his sword inside of the sage upon his waist instead of his back due to the training he was going to be doing on the way to his spot, the thought of it caused him to stare at the two buckets he had gathered with the full loads of water in each. 

He grabbed a long stick he had in the corner of the room, sliding it upon the grip rings and hefted the two barrels up and rested the bar upon his shoulders as he wabbled his way out of the door to his home and closed it behind him. As he began to jog with the weighted barrels on his shoulders, he could already tell he was going to be sore later on. The buckets were heavy, the sound of the water sloshing inside of the buckets as he took each step was enough to let him constantly know what it was he was doing. He passed by villagers as he ran, giving hello's and quiet nods to those he passed on his way through. Wasn't far now, he could feel his excitement rise as he took each and every step. As he neared the outskirts of the village, he passed by a small convoy of people bearing the symbol of Konohagakure upon them as they moved past him and while it certainly peaked his interest he was far to busy to investigate it further. 

He had arrived at where he needed to be, panting and sweating slightly as he dropped the two buckets carefully upon the ground and went about removing his hiyori along with it to help free up his arms from their large sleeves. He winced a bit as he pulled his sword from it's sheath and removed it from the sheath and smiled as he gave it a few swipes for good measure to get the feel for it in his arms. He began by swiping in a few standard stances, vertically downward swipes combined with a horizontal swipe afterwards. "Right...okay that feels about right. Man that running was pretty taxing, guess I better be careful and take it a bit slow for now.", he said to himself as he exhaled a soft breath before he lunged forward and swiped hard, quickly spinning the sword to hold it reversely in his hand and gave another large swipe, hearing the sword swipe through the air with a soft whine. 
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It had been a few hours when he finished up, sighing as he sheathed the blade and smiled. His body was racking at him for pushing himself as much as he did before he had gotten here. He reached for his Hiyori when his ears twitched, head jerking over to his side as he listened in intently, hearing a voice speak aloud. It was a woman, and she seemed to be lost judging by the frustration in her voice which meant he had to go help the person out after all this wasn't exactly a safe place to be left alone in. He left the buckets behind as he moved through the woods, low and quiet as he headed towards the direction she had gone in which to be quite honest was rather easy to pick up on once he found it. Smashed limbs, flattened bushes, the place looked like someone went insane out here and just started smashing everything. 'Was this even a girl to begin with? I'm probably losing my mind after being out here so long.', he thought as he moved until he saw a clearing ahead of him and in it a figure.

The figure called out it's question, the voice clearly distinguishing itself as a woman as he moved out from the woods and calmly neared her, making sure to keep a bit of distance between them. "You know, if you're lost you should try retracing your steps, wasn't that hard to get to where we are now thanks to that path of smashed bushes you left.", he said frowning, motioning behind him as his eyes focused upon her arms holding the large hammer. 

'Oh good...she's staring at me with a angry look.', he thought to himself as the girl across from him examined his stature. He in turn did the same, noting the difference in height as well as her clothing and the handle of some kind of weapon upon her back. To think there was someone out there shorter than he was, to be honest it felt nice, kind of refreshing actually. The garments she was dressed in though, they were definantly fancy that was for sure, not something he had seen too often in Kirigakure, like she was someone important. 'So who is she...and why is she here?', he thought to himself and he was about to ask that very question until she rudely spoke to him, and the nick name she gave him actually sealed the deal.

"Sn-Snowball!?", he exclaimed as he glared at her now, his calm demeanor disappearing as he felt a flood of emotions rush through his head, the one that was dominant at this point was annoyed. She wasn't exactly a nice person it seemed, or rather she was brash and clearly didn't have the respect to show him the same kindness as he was trying to show her. 'Wow...coming into another person's country...and you treat them like some common vagabond.', he thought until his eyes fell across her sleeve and he was able to see a forehead protector with the Konohagakure symbol embeded upon it. 'Ah...the fiery personality of those from the land of fire.', he thought to himself, annoyed slightly more now as he rolled his shoulders.

He could see she was being impatient now, withdrawing the hammer from her back now as she readied to defend herself. "So you come to my village, treat me like some kind of peasant, then you have the nerve to draw a weapon on me?", he said aloud, reaching up to the hilt of his sword and gripped it tightly. "I don't know why you think I'm here to kill you, but drawing your weapon on a shinobi of Kirigakure isn't exactly a smart thing to do. I will defend myself to the fullest...", he said alooud before the sword was withdrawn from it's sheath. He gave it a few rapid spins before taking a stance, gripping the sword with both hands as he rose it up, the tip pointed towards her as his hands were up by his head in a stabbing like strike formation, watching her for a sign of a threat.