In a flurry of snow and ice, Medrin arrived at the training grounds, his katana slung lightly over his back. For a moment, he stood there, looking out over the fields, before he lightly reached up and used a hand to flick a lock of his hair out his face. Finally, he began to walk towards his usual training spot, a small lake in an out of the way section of of the training grounds. As he walked, he seemed to give off a chill, and indeed the temperature would drop slightly as passed through an area, before returning to normal once he was gone. This was because as of yet he possessed a vast excess of chakra, and that because he was that worked up for his training session, he was releasing Hyoton chakra into the air in a similar way to how a Hyuuga released chakra to use Hakkeshou Kaiten. The drop in temperature when he was in the area was the result of this.
Finally, he reached the spot, and stopped, looking at the lake before him. After a few seconds, he raised his hands and flashed off a couple of handsigns, causing a small portion of the lake to freeze over, for about a foot deep. Without stopping, he flashed off a second set of handsigns, causing a clone to appear next to him. Not bothering to pay the clone any attention for the moment, he was still aware of it mirroring his movements as he leaped out onto the stretch of frozen lake, drawing his katana in a fluid movement in midair. As he came down, he span around, he reached into a pouch at his side, and drew three senbon. As his hand left the pouch, he flicked his wrist, his eyes narrowed as he watched them get deflected en route by the clones mirror movement. In the part of his mind that wasn't focused entirely on the fight, he allowed himself the thought that the problem with sparring a clone was that they knew what you'd do in any given situation, to an extent anyway.
Pressing his foot onto the ice, a corner of his lips turned up as he heard the ice beneath him start to crack just as he pushed off. The point of his training session was to defeat the clone before the ice cracked completely and he got a chilly dip in the lake. That aside, his blade shone in the afternoon light as it was met by the blade of his clone. As they each pressed against their weapon, trying to force the other to give way, Medrin shook the sleeve of his free hand, before making a rapid jabbing motion up towards the clones ribs, aiming to pierce it fatally. The move failed though as the clone noticed the motion, and broke free, leaping backwards. As his hand continued forward, Medrin let the senbon come free, to be deflected by his opponent's katana.
Using the distraction, he flashed off a series of the one handed handsigns that were unique to his clan, before he exhaled a torrent of ice splinters from his mouth directly into the clones eyes. While not a particularly strong technique, it was effective when used thus, temporarily blinding his opponent and giving him an opening. Pressing hard on the ice, he kicked off, his blade tearing through the clone's side in a would be fatal wound, causing the clone to to explode into a shower of ice shards. Meanwhile, the force he had kicked off with successfully propelled Medrin clear of the ice, and onto dry land, while behind the ice cracked and collapsed into the water. Straightening from the crouch he had landed in, he calmly sheathed his blade, before reaching up to brush away the frozen persperation on his face.
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