Ikasama broke into a full spirnt, his lithe agile legs carrying him ever so quickly about the grounds. He brought his right hand to his back, as he swiftly gripped the handle of his ninjato, and in one fluid motion, he swept himself into the air, spiraling gracefully as he circled his sword about him, lopping the head from a straw dummy. He quickly sheathed his sword, before his feet could return to the ground, without stumbling or losing an inch of footing. He moved his hands to the chaine kunai about his form, as he whipped from across his shoulders. He whirled about him, a blur in the sunlight, as the wind whistled through the small links in the chain. He expelled the end from his right hand, as it sank deep into the stony surface of a nearby building. His knuckles bleached, as locked his hand about the cold steel. He ran about the building, as the chain and kunai's slack became tighter, he began to run slightly along the wall. His elevation increased, and with a slight flick of his wrist, he dislodged the blade from its resting place, as he continued to run along the stone unassissted. He shove himself from the heights, as he rolled backwards through the air, hitting the ground with a light 'thump', landing on bended knee, his arms outstretched from his sides. He lifted his form back up, and enetered full-sprint yet again, this time running acroos the track. He weaved in and out, through the obstacles, jumping over the low hanging items, and crouching through the higher ones. His foot caught a loose stone-pedal on the ground, as it engaged its trap with a 'click.' A thousand hollow slivers of bamboo quickly launched toward Ikasama. His unwavering skill, and determination led him to once again unsheathe his ninjato, as he skillfully cut a path through the barrage of projectiles. He launched himself into the air, sliding his blade through many of the tinder-twigs, before landing upon the other side of the chute projector. Behind him lay the fallen bamboo shards, nearly all of them cut by his blade. He Continued his run, side-stepping as blade pierced the ground to his sharp right, jumping to the right, as spikes dislodged from their place to the left. He dove through the narrow opening in a wall of flames, rolling once he hit the ground on the other side. He rolled even to his feet, as he finished his run, and left the track. He slinked to the nearest building, and sat with his back against the wall, as he laid his head against it, and gazed upon the perfect sky. His eyes slowly slid close......
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