[It might be more significant later, once Naruto has made some kind of attempt to mastering magic and learning how to use it with any kind of success. Thus far it's been an uphill battle. The books he's found don't explain the process in a way that makes sense for him- no matter how many times he's practiced. Being a rook had come naturally. He'd been able to figure out how to use his voice right away, and it's not perfect yet, but at least it works in a fight. Pushing and pulling things around come to him only when he'd tried to find something else to liken it to- because he'd had firsthand experience battling against a technique like that back home.
Here, he relies on his fists. If Naruto considers that a concession, it sure doesn't show. His grin is all teeth, short knife slipping from a holster up his sleeve to drop into the palm of his hand. He gets to the group fast, really fast. One of the guys is just beginning to stand when Naruto's knee connects with his diaphragm and he crumples once more. He arches backwards, dipping beneath the swing of a sword, stepping over the guy's coughing body, and counters the blade with his own. The steel on steel sings.]
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Here, he relies on his fists. If Naruto considers that a concession, it sure doesn't show. His grin is all teeth, short knife slipping from a holster up his sleeve to drop into the palm of his hand. He gets to the group fast, really fast. One of the guys is just beginning to stand when Naruto's knee connects with his diaphragm and he crumples once more. He arches backwards, dipping beneath the swing of a sword, stepping over the guy's coughing body, and counters the blade with his own. The steel on steel sings.]