Dobo scratched his belly as he stepped on the hot sand of the training ground. The north and west side of the training ground were covered by the large rock cliffs that surround the village. The cliffs throw a large shade over the training ground, making it a cool place to be compared to the rest of the village. The east and south side of the training ground were marked by a weak wooden fence. The training ground itself was empty exept for a couple of wooden dummies. No bushes, no trees, just like the rest of the sandy desert the village is located in. Totaly empty, and that was exactly what bothered Dobo. He really had the feeling his techniques had advanced more then usual lately. Plus he actualy managed to master a new technique. The best way to test your strength is fighting against a real foe, not a predicable wooden dummy. A real shinobi, thats what Dobo needed. He made a sad squeeky sound as he constated the training ground was indeed completely empty. He looked down at his glove-covered hand through his pilot goggles. "I wish I had someone to spar with", he said on a sad and rather childish tone for someone of his age.