𝙮𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙣 | 𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘧. ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

011 ⭑ ᴘʀᴏᴅɪɢʏ

"Alright, you two," Satoru called out, his voice laced with playful mockery. "Let's see how well you two work together in this training exercise."

Satoru was there, standing against the wall, observing their every move. His smirk was still present, the light of amusement dancing in his eyes as he watched the two engage with each other.

Ino's hands were raised in a ready position, poised to attack. Her eyes held a determined glimmer, her competitive nature ignited.

Meanwhile, Megumi stood opposite her, his stance equally ready. His expression was calm, his eyes watchful, yet his demeanor screamed of hidden power.

Ino shot a glare at Satoru, her competitive spirit fueled by his mocking tone. Meanwhile, Megumi simply rolled his eyes, his focus unwavering from the soon-to-be spar unfolding.

Without further ado, Satoru gave the cue and the two engaged. Ino launched forward, her movements fast and unpredictable, aiming a punch at Megumi's side. Megumi swiftly dodged, stepping out of the way effortlessly.

He moved with a grace that belied his stoic exterior, dodging and weaving around Ino's strikes. Every attack she made, he countered or evaded, his calm demeanor never faltering.

Her movements were powerful and precise but lacked finesse. Each punch and kick she threw was fueled by raw strength rather than technique. It was clear that while she was physically strong, her attacks were also unpredictable.

Meanwhile, Megumi moved with an almost effortless grace. He dodged and parried her attacks, not with brute force but with an elusive speed that belied his slender frame. His eyes never left her, studying her every move, noting her patterns.

As she continued to attack, her frustration growing with each failed attempt, Megumi's response remained calculated and efficient. His counters were precise, never wasting effort on unnecessary movements.

It was clear that while Ino relied heavily on her physical strength, Megumi's fighting style was a balance of both efficiency and strategy. Every move he made was a product of careful observation and planning.

Despite his calculated approach, Megumi found himself having to go on the offensive. His eyes scanned Ino, taking note of her unpredictable nature. He launched a punch aimed at her midsection, but to his surprise, Ino countered with a move he hadn't anticipated.

She side-stepped his punch, grabbing his arm in the process. Using the momentum, she threw her hip into it, sending him off balance. Before he could react, she had him on the ground, pinning him to the mat.

Megumi lay on the mat, slightly winded. He looked up at Ino, a hint of surprise in his eyes. He knew he had underestimated her recklessness, the very thing that seemed to work in her favor in fights.

Ino looked down at him, a cocky smirk playing on her lips. "And you thought your fancy moves could outdo me, Gumi?" she teased, leaning down to look at him directly. She chuckled, her eyes sparkling with a victorious gleam. "Looks like it's not all about finesse, huh? Sometimes, good old-fashioned muscle can do everything." she taunted.

He glared up at her, his irritation apparent. He gritted his teeth, his jaw set in a hard line. "Don't get too cocky," he warned her, his voice low and gravelly. He shifted beneath her, trying to push up off the mat without success. "Being unpredictable doesn't always mean winning," he retorted, his voice edged with irritation. "It might surprise your opponent once, but if you keep using it as a crutch, they'll figure you out."

She let out a scoff, her confidence still high. "You think you've got me all figured out, huh?" she taunted, her voice dripping with self-assurance. "Maybe I don't want you to figure me out. Unpredictability is part of my charm, y'know."