[color=silver][indent][indent][center][h2]A War of Words, Part Two: Izayoi Annoys[/h2]
[sub]Collab with [@KZOMBI3] & [@Infinite Cosmos][/sub][hr][/center]

[color=a587d5]“Hey ya boys~ Whatcha doin’?”[/color] Iza’s voice seemed to cut the tension like a finely honed kunai. It wasn’t the most unpleasant noise but it definitely wouldn’t be something they would have selected to hear. At least not here. Not now.

Iza had settled for stalking up to Ren, gliding a finger lightly across his shoulder. He physically flinched outta her grasp and she fixed him with a glare, [color=a587d5]“Geez, Ren-kun~ no fun… I guess what Sato-kun says is true… nothing but a stick-wielding genin~”[/color] she pouted before turning on her heel and with a hop, skip and a jump and it was like Iza had teleported to Satoru’s side of the makeshift ring they found themselves at the center of. Surprisingly, even with the number of taunts and puffed chests, the area oozed threatened pubescent masculinity and yet there weren’t any spectators. Obvious ones at least.

As she leaned over his shoulder, she listened to his breathing pattern; so soft and slow and calmly maintained. Though that didn’t come as a shock or surprise to the Kiryu girl. Satoru was known throughout the academy as someone who possessed a multitude of natural talents such as controlled chakra - so his breathing should be a walk in the park. 

Bangs shuffling out of her gaze as she looked straight ahead towards Ren, who looked ready to murder Satoru - maybe even her too if she were unlucky enough to stick around - however, the thrill of it all excited her and she couldn’t the buzzing of electricity that flowed in her. It was only a matter of time before it was going to build up to a tipping point and spill out in the form of her getting into a fight. Anyone would do, though she preferred someone from an opposing village. Except that Katsumi-kijo-sensei warned them not to fight unless absolutely necessary. Which Iza would probably speak on her behalf that now is not absolutely necessary.

Her voice dripped, like the warm honey of his locks, as she spoke to him. Taunting words like she did with the other boy. Trying to wane his patience and weather the calm. [color=a587d5]“Sato-kun~ you’re supposed to be intelligent but you lack the intelligence to wield a blade as skillfully as Ren-kun,”[/color] she released an audible gasp, bringing a hand to cover her mouth as slid away from the boy, her touch seeming to linger as she did, her eyes narrowed in mirth moreso than concern, [color=a587d5]“You aren’t even on the same level as your own teammate; Tetsu~”[/color]

As she pulled away Izayoi could sense the hawk-like gazes the three of them were warranted by opposing nin from other villages. Suspicious looking Suna and Iwa-nin were slowly making their way closer to them; trying to close the circle without their notice. Apparently, believing Ren and Satoru were too engrossed in the other to pay them any attention. Which, as Iza saw it, it did seem like.

She had to curse herself for being too good at getting into their psyche if they couldn’t ascertain the threats around them, not just the ones in front.

Ren’s composure and dedication remained intact regardless of how many times Izayoi tried to get a reaction from him. His chuckled did come when she started to direct her attempts to annoy on Sato, which Ren couldn’t help but gaze towards his opponent's way, trying to see exactly how badly Iza was getting to him. Someone like Sato was sure to be bothered by the things she said about him and how he doesn’t compare to Ren or even Tetsu, his teammate.

Satoru’s attention went from goading Jiren on, to the diminutive Izayoi. Her voice typically incited some sort of drama, given their interactions in the academy. Her comments, as typical of her nature it would seem, were meant to incite even more chaos than there already was. The sword comments, Satoru did not mind. Using a sword wasn’t something he bothered himself with anyways. Given his natural talent, and whatever else the gods deemed fit to bless him with, he has gotten this far without relying on weapons too much. [color=FFEA81]“Its alright babe. I don’t need a sword in my hand to prove that I can fight. As far as being on some sort of level, I can show you some levels.”[/color] He said, ending the sentence with a small wink.

Even walking away from the nin she rolled her eyes. [color=a587d5][i]‘Who does he think he is, huh? Ugh!’[/i][/color]

Moments away from Ren having a comment ready, he saw the approaching Sand and Stone ninja start to close in. [color=7FFFD4]“Great, now I have to deal with these nobodies before dealing with you, Satoru.”[/color] Ren sighed, exchanging a quick glance between Izayoi and Sato, though focused on Iza. [color=7FFFD4]“So, was this your plan all along? To get me from taking out Sato and instead show why Konoha is the best village represented at the chunin exams?”[/color] He asked Iza.

The grin that split her face was almost too good to be true, as she hopped from one foot to the other, [color=a587d5][i]“Maaaaaaybe~”[/i][/color] If she were being honest with herself it was all in good fun just to egg them on to fight - regardless of Karu’s idea on the matter. However, with this turn of events, it provided her with a much more entertaining situation than having two friends battling. At least before a proper setting was established.

As Jiren exchanged some more words with Iza, Satoru took stock of the approaching ninjas. Sand and Stone fodder. It is known that the Leaf stands supreme. Even still, the lower rank and file needs to be put in their place once in a while. Asserting dominance and whatnot. Turning and tilting his head low to avoid showing his Byakugan anymore than he has, He spoke lowly to both Jiren and Izayoi [color=FFEA81]“If those fuckers take another step, I’m going to hitting them. No questions asked. They don’t seem friendly, anyways…”[/color]

Iza noted that it wouldn’t be long before the opposing ninja would be on them, asserting some type of force unknown to the three of them. However, upon hearing that Satoru was all in for throwing punches, the elation she felt was almost palpable. With a giddy laugh and a clap of her hands, Iza was bouncing up and down excitedly, before she was seen swinging kunai around her fingers that seemingly appeared out of thin air, [color=a587d5]“Yatta~! This is gonna be sooo much fun~! Hey, hey! Maybe the others are gonna wanna join, ya?”[/color]

Jiren had his two kodachi swords out, inhaling a breath to center himself and his eyes fixated the Sand and Stone ninja, their annoyance seemed to be multiplied when Iza had jumped excitedly. [color=7FFFD4]“Aw, they look mad,”[/color] he laughed, turning his attention to Sato. [color=7FFFD4]“After these poor excuses for shinobi are done, I’ll give you that loss you were pining for earlier, Satoru.”[/color]

[color=FFEA81]“Exactly. As soon as we handle this bunch, I’ll be sure to take it easier on you than I was already planning to. Make sure you can still hobble to the exams…”[/color] Satoru said, in response to Jiren. Turning and holding a small smirk, Satoru said to Izayoi [color=FFEA81]“And after the exams, you let me take you to get some dangos.”[/color] Taking a step forward and rolling his neck slightly, Satoru keeps his gaze low, and started his move towards the other ninjas.[/indent][/indent][/color]