Yamato Minamoru, “Young Master”
Yamato sighed. He couldn't even relax for a single moment and chat with Naomi, the one person who he deemed alright, before Daiki had to make a fool of himself again by throwing his can of beer at Yamato. A poor show of both honour and marksmanship, given that Yamato snatched the can right out of the air before it even came close to his face. "How about a friendly spar," he said, continueing soon after with that annoying look on his face. "I'd hate to ruin the party so let's make a wager too. Bets are always fun right?" Yamato would give Naomi a quick glance, as if to ask her if she was alright with this, but he'd stand up anyway. He wasn't going to let this pig-shit loud-mouth talk to him like this on his own homegrounds anyway, regardless of what she'd think. But Yamato knew she'd understand - she had become accustomed to his hot-headed nature and his pride of himself and his family. There was no way he'd stand for something like this.
“Don't worry about the party being ruined..” he mumbled as he pulled up his sleeves, speaking to nobody in specific although Naomi might've heard. “It was ruined the moment it started.” Slowly he would put the can of beer down on the bench where he was just sitting, before looking back at Daiki. Not wanting to wait anymore time debating with this kid like if it were some dumb anime fight, Yamato formed several seals before a cloud of smoke appeared around him. When the smoke settled there were suddenly two Yamato's, leaving people to wonder which one was the real one. Any sensory nin could tell that the real Yamato was on the right, but Yamato knew for a fact that Daiki wasn't a sensory. Atleast, not if he hadn't trained in sensing chakra.
Almost synchronised the two Yamato's ran forwards, forming 4 seals for the both of them, before forming the tiger seal and flicking their wrists back, setting their hands ablaze. “Fists of a Tiger!” they yelled before the left Yamato broke off and circled around left, giving Daiki only a moment to react to what was incoming. Suddenly the two Yamato's jumped forwards, both lunging their right fist back and then sending it towards Daiki - he'd have to choose between the two Yamato's and only 1 of them would have a physical body. It was a basic technique, but an effective one when fighting someone who was clueless like Daiki.
Never the less, Yamato wasn't going to risk it and broke off his own attack, namely that of the physical body, just before he'd hit Daiki, hoping to confuse the boy into thinking that he was the clone, and the actual clone was the real Yamato. Still mid flight, he'd fly past the boy while forming seals. Boar, tiger, ram, monkey, tiger. “Fiery Bind!” By now Daiki must've eliminated the clone he thought, so he turned around as the flames erupted from his back, holding the tiger seal and letting the fiery arms do their work.
As if they were snakes headed for a mouse, or a tiger heading to bite a dog like the Naito, the two fiery arms would rush from Yamato's back towards the Daiki kid, who was clearly given no quarter in this fight. The arms rushed for the boys arms, hoping to grip him and set him up for the next attack, which would be fatal if it connected - granted, it had to connect for that and the amount of bystanders nearby would likely mean the fight would end before Yamato could kill this pest. Oh, how lovely it'd be for the filthy Naito dog clan to feud with the Minamoru tigers. But was Daiki fast enough to dodge the fire arms? Did nobody from the crowd interfere in the fight?