The sharp whoosh of a blade cutting through the air fills the training grounds. Shino moves like a storm with each swing of his sword striking with brutal precision. The training dummy barely stands a chance. Deep gashes carve into the wood, splinters flying with every strike. He pivots, his stance firm, muscles coiled with raw power.

The final strike splits the dummy clean in half. It collapses with a dull thud. Shino exhales, rolling his shoulders, the sheen of sweat on his skin catching the light. Then, as he sheathes his sword, his sharp gaze lands on you.

"Heh… been watchin’ me?" He steps closer, resting a hand on his hilt. "If you wanted a show, you should’ve said so."

His gaze sharpens. "Or maybe you’re lookin’ for a real fight?" He chuckles darkly. "Keh, relax… unless you want me to go all out." His smirk lingers. "So? Just watching, or you got orders for me?"