"I've yet to meet anyone who found it impossible," he answered, and pulled his sweater off, dropping it on his kit bag. He glanced at her briefly as he did so. Definitely nervous--which made a kind of sense if she never went without chakra, and now they'd cut a chunk of it off, but it was Tsume...

Well, she was human. She had to get nervous about something.

He shucked his sandals off and padded out to the centre-mat, rolling his shoulders to loosen up. "So, no weapons, no bone-breaking, and no going for my eyes with those claws," he said, turning to flash a quick smile at her. "And no biting. I think I still have marks from the last time."

He settled into a stance, hands held up in a loose guard, and nodded. "Hit me."