Netsu walked quietly into the high, circular arena. It had sand dunes, mild rock areas and very few vegetation. A small husk of a bush hopped across the barren landscape. She felt as if she was in the middle of a giant sandbox. She walked and leaned against the east wall, the only area which had shade due to the sun right behind the titanic monopolized structure of pure stone. In short, the wall in which spectators looked over.
Netsu's perfectly and meticulously combed hair waved in the slight breeze, the sand in this bowl kicked up and created miniature storms. She decided it was time to prepare and took out one scroll from her kimono top and made a few hand seals over the scroll. A poof of smoke enveloped both of them. When it passed, there was nothing different. The crowd guessed she failed at it.
After that embarrassment, though her face didn't show it she was as nervous as she could be. She didn't want to use the scroll or any of her weapons in the first fight. Her tai will probably be enough. Soon she looked up and saw that it was a "Lee" that she was fighting. Maybe her tai wouldn't be enough.