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TIME: Present Day | LOCATION: Forest of Death | INTERACTION: @Ganryu

Transported into an open field with only the very slightest of breezes, he didn’t even bother to glance around. He didn’t wait for their proctor to say or do anything, instead he simply performed the three necessary handseals and activated a technique.

Yūrei Tanshoku(幽霊淡色 'Ghost Light').

A fine particulate mist spread from his person, dispersing and passing from visible to invisible in barely two seconds. Glancing across the field, his glowing eyes noted the distance between them. About 10 meters, not terribly far really. Watching in silence, robes billowing forwards gently, moving almost as if drawn towards Deki.

“Been thinking about how you did that earlier. Gotta say, I’m going to pay you back 10 fold for that! Cut my flesh, I’LL CUT YOUR BONE! Remember the name Deki.”

The same jonin candidate as before looked the cloaked figure dead in the face as he cracked his knuckles. He too started a series of handsigns, fire beginning to wreath each of his fingers.

“Aren’t you going to at least say your name? Makes marking your tombstone easier.”

The breeze continued to blow, the air between them shimmering occasionally while the two conversed.

“Why bother,” the figure said. After all, there wasn’t a soul alive that truly cared about his wellbeing. In fact, knowledge of his death would only give those few who knew him a feeling of relief and satisfaction. On the other hand, this Deki would hardly walk away from their encounter.

It didn’t really matter either way, though not telling his adversary was a slight in its own right. Besides, the proctor might hear him if he said his name, and he’d rather leave no record of his identity. Not yet at least.

All in good time.

“Fine, I’ll title it asshole.”

With that, Deki was off. Concentrating an incredible amount of chakra in his feet, he jumped straight into the air. Fire blazed in particular from two of his fingers on each hand as he jumped twisting in midair. Following him, they seemed to make two crescent moons in the air. It was… oddly graceful.

He dove straight at the figure, both sets of hands swiping at him.

Glancing up at Deki, he willed the crystals in the air upwards, using small releases of wind chakra to guide their movement and alter the steady breeze to his will. Mentally he calculated the force behind the strikes, and the relative heat of the flames based on their color and intensity.

He raised his hand as if to catch or block the strikes, and with the movement the crystals grew rapidly, connecting to create a dense, interwoven crystal lattice. A curved wall that encircled half of his body, obscuring his head, arms, and the entirety of his upper body from Deki’s view.

He bent his knees, bracing himself before his hand touched the crystal barrier. Immediately, more crystal formed, slamming as spikes into the ground, acting as supports.

Deki flinched as he backhanded the crystal wall, but there was no way he was quitting. Flaring the same hand, a jet of flame burned against the right of the strager’s barrier. Deki grabbed the other side hard with his other hand, sending him pivoting around it. At high speeds he swung around behind his opponent, swiping with tiger claw at it. Deki was going to rip out his spine. If the coward had one.

Two avenues of attack, the first was circumventing the barrier, and the second was to pierce it. He expected the former of the two, and was not disappointed. As the boy swiveled around one edge of the lattice, having already pulled his hand back, he bent two fingers, and then flicked the crystal. A tiny pulse of chakra on the weakest point of the lattice, aimed at all of its connecting points, shattered the entire construct into a thousand tiny crystals. He swept his left hand from front to backwards in an arc on his left side, and the cloud of deadly crystal followed the motion, rending flesh, and whatever else it made contact with.

The attack covered the entire space in an arcing motion on his left side, as if a storm of crystal had attempted to form one fourth of a dome to his left.

Then he met Deki’s eyes with the same expression as before: Boredom.

“Predictable,” he said with a scoff.

A scream was the sound of boredom as crystal bombarded the ninja. The shattered balance point didn’t stop him however. Deki, if he had anything, had ungodly balance. His entire style was based off it. Instead of flying off, he maintained his course, flaring his left hand now to stay in place, and increasing the power in his right. Despite the pain, his movement never ceased, going for a rocket Tiger Fist at the shinobi’s spine, just as he’d sworn he would, trying to pierce it, and inflict significant back damage.

As the figure looked Deki in the eye, he’d be met with a fountain of blood instead of a face.

Deki’s pain was so high, however, he was having trouble trying to snap the spine assuming he was even grabbing it. The world was dark to him

Sensing the movement, the tension in muscles, the shift in the heat of his crystal storm, he channeled chakra into his body and, as the would-be Jounin’s movements continued, he predicted the target on his own body. The chakra began crystallizing, forming a shell up and down his spine and that area of his back. Rather than focusing on covering his whole back, he kept the focus on blocking first the initial strike, and second on healing the residual damage.

Hakari( 'Scales').

However, Deki did of course strike, his hand striking the crystal with intensity, if not precision.
He grit his teeth, but felt the rush of pleasure at Deki’s screams. A smile spread over his face as he stumbled forwards a step, then another before bracing himself. The crystal shattered with the impact, but the way it did so was measured, dispersing much of the damage through the construct rather than into his own body.

With his momentum significantly decreased, the crystals caught up with him properly and before he could renew his efforts to attack the crystals bound together on his form and rapidly grew over him where they hadn’t been already, constricting his movements.

He turned around as the crystals encased Deki’s body, anchoring him in place. There was blood on the back of his shirt where the boy had struck, as well as black burn marks, but they were encased in a thin layer of crystal, and the damage was quickly disappearing.

“Tsumi no Meiwaku(罪の迷惑 'The Burden of Sin'),” he said with a smile, as he drew back a hand, wreathing it with chakra. He spoke as he reached into the crystal, the crystal seeming as if it moved aside for his arm. He placed the tip of the chakra scalpel over Deki’s heart and, with the contact with his crystal, used the Healing Technique...on the boy’s face and eyes.

They healed fairly fast.

“Don’t feel too bad now. Your sacrifice will be remembered,” he said, and then, before the proctor could get in the way, he plunged his hand through the flesh, and bone of the fool’s chest and wrapped his fingers over his heart.

A wide smile spread across his face, the expression manic, eyes wide, pupils dilated. Then, he muttered something under his breath, and after a moment, Deki would feel a brief indescribable pain followed swiftly by agony and a loss of consciousness.

He let go of the fool’s heart, the body not quite dead, but getting there, and retracted his hand.

He gradually became aware of an adult yelling at him to dispel the storm of deadly crystal dust that raged around them. He smiled at the man, his blood soaked arm raising slightly. His fingers came together, and he snapped.

Lightning curled out from his hand, conducting through the crystals in the storm. Then, he started walking, heading towards the exit of the field. The storm of flaying crystal and deadly lightning followed as killing intent began to roil off him like waves of heat.

There was bloodlust in the chuunin’s eyes.
Lilliana Merrycure

It all went wrong, except, perhaps, for one part. Krabbe threw Feya, and the Doctor smashed through Lily's attack even as the Emperor Vice rose from the waters. However, Lily was not crushed under Feya, instead she braced herself, dropping her grappling hook, and straight up caught Feya. Sliding back, Feya held somewhat of the ground, the deck splintered, partially buckling under the force of the movement and the stopping power of Lily's body.

After all, she was many times stronger than she appeared. When she stopped sliding, she let Feya down, setting her feet first on the ground in front of her. She stepped around the much more muscular woman, eyes refracting light, though her smile had disappeared. Sadly, before she could say anything, Feya slammed her fist against the ground and descended below deck. Lilliana jumped back, and being as near to the railing, she hurtled over the side of the ship and out of sight entirely.

Halfway down to the sea, B-MO acted, four thin arms erupted from her sides below her arms, where they latched onto the small crevices in the armor of Krabbe's ship. She moved, scurrying along the side of the ship. Feya would have to deal with Krabbe for a brief time, for it seemed it was up to Lily to keep their ship from being permanently put out of commission.

Traveling along the side of the ship, unseen, unheard--most likely--she made her way to the very front of the ship: the prow. She took in a deep breath, two of the four metallic arms molding back into armor on her form, giving her claws where before she'd had none. The other two, as she finished inhaling, threw her upwards and then latched onto the front two closest sailors of Krabbe's crew--if possible--and pulled hard.

The maneuver would pull Lilliana forwards and onto the prow, amidst the members of Krabbe's crew that were managing the Emperor Vice and would also likely throw two sailors overboard. If/when she landed, Lilliana would spin, dancing amidst the men and women of Krabbe's crew, where she would cut at tendons in the legs and arms. However, she had no intention of laying all of them low.

No, she needed at least a couple of them to explain to her the controls. If not, well...she would figure it out just fine.

In her dance, the spirals of metal around her arms would periodically slash outwards, sharpening and cutting even as she did the same with her claws. The two arms on her sides were poised, controlled by B-MO, making them ready to defend against most attacks that might come at her from unexpected angles.

All in all, she was a veritable dance of blades and shining eyes.

Internally, she was counting the seconds, hoping that Krabbe would be distracted for long enough for her to at least disable the Emperor Vice, and then outright destroy the controls.

If she were lucky she might even get around to altering the mechanism for the ship's armor as well. Though, it was probably unlikely, she had to admit. Regardless, she'd do her best, and trust that Feya could handle herself for a time.
Kouken, Ayame

Iwagakure | C-B | Barrier nin

TIME: Present Day - Morning | LOCATION: Lightning Challenge Room | INTERACTION: @Ganryu Ai Kabe, @Kalas Renjiru Kurogama, @Spanner Hikaru.

Glancing over to Ai as her sister put an arm around her and tapped her hip in what at first she thought a playful gesture, Ayame smiled slightly. After a moment the expression became more conflicted before Ai departed, leaving her with a frown. Ayame looked at her former teammates, and then threw a barrier rod down, the rod puncturing the ground easily.

She'd rather work with a team, perhaps at least one other person, but at the same time it was risky. What if one of them took it in mind to backstab her, that was the sort of environment they were in anyways. Channeling chakra through the metal frames in her body, she bowed respectfully,

“I doubt you'll want to work together, but I greatly appreciate your assistance in the previous trial. Perhaps we can...avoid accosting one another at least?” Her head rose and she smiled lightly, the slightest hint of worry creasing her brow.

It was in part because of the fact that she'd realized what Ai had done. She'd given her a scroll, which made her even more of a prime target than she otherwise may have been. Of course, it also gave her a distinct advantage over a great many others. Boons and banes as it were.

Drawing forth two more barrier rods, one in each hand, Ayame nodded once more to her likely former allies then oriented herself towards the exit and started in that direction. She moved from a walk, to a job, a run, and then vanished into a Shunshin.

She'd liked Ai's plan, it would likely let her avoid as much combat as possible, and also to choose her opponent. Hopefully she would make it to the exit without encountering anyone else.
Nisekuru, Koutaku

Iwagakure | A | Tsuchikage

TIME: Present Day - Morning | LOCATION: Konohagakure - Stadium Observation Room | INTERACTION: TBA

Eyes widening at Shinko's sudden appearance, Koutaku quickly utilized chakra threads to move wires and kunai into place for whatever his next encounter became. This meant that there was wire going into the holes of a total of 10 kunai, which were then strung up beneath his shirt and threaded down the inside of his arms to his hands where they were bound at the fingers. There was enough slack that he could move easily, but not so much that moving would reveal the wire at all.

So it was that when the Hokage's assistant transported him, he was quite ready for an immediate engagement. Alas, there was none, which while good, was also troublesome in a way. It meant he'd have to find someone and then steal that someone's scroll. Additionally, unlike the majority of shinobi in this exam, he had not been in a team. This meant that while others might naturally stay with their teams and hunt their peers to gain scrolls while working together, Koutaku did not have that option. He had to do this solo.

Narrowing his eyes a bit as he glanced around, sniffing the air, he took in a deep breath and sent a rush of chakra to his ears, closing his eyes as he did so. Immediately the sounds of the forest became much more clear, but so too did the faint sounds of voices and heavier movement elsewhere. He opened his eyes and sprung into movement, launching upwards into the treetops where he stayed for a moment to get his bearings and make a decision. Here he was protected somewhat by the canopy, the many branches making it hard to attack from any angle with a linear projectile or technique.

It bought him time to think, but it also let the enemy organize.

Not good.

Hmm, so if they were going to form teams, and they were—it was the only thing that really made sense—he would need to exploit the weaknesses of people in groups. That said, he'd need to exploit such a thing when there was chaos, when there was confusion...so he would need to go where conflict was going on.

He listened again, and this time he focused on finding the most noise, non-forest sounds he could, and when he did...well, it was good. He smiled, opened his eyes once more and moved. He was heading for what he was almost certain was an encounter between two teams.

It would be a fight in a larger group. Even if they had sensors and detected his approach, neither side would quite know what to do with him, the interloper. Plus, they would be at eachother's throats, and so would not be likely to all turn against him.

He wasn't a big enough threat for all that. This in mind he traveled the top of the canopy, totally out of sight, he still decided to take an additional precautionary measure. He transformed himself into a hawk and sped up his approach, while also hiding his nature. He even changed his flight pattern to be almost indistinguishable from any other bird in the forest.

They would never see him coming...even if they did he'd just be a bird...or perhaps something else entirely.

This was going to be interesting.
Jounin Exams
Nisekuru, Koutaku V.S. Ōtsutsuki, Kaijin


TIME: Present Day | LOCATION: Land of Fire - Forest of Death | INTERACTION: @Syn.

One moment they were in the stadium as the others disappeared for their respective challenges, and in the next Koutaku and another were gone, transported to the edges of a clearing in what appeared to be the Forest of Death. It was all rather sudden, but he was used to having to swiftly adapt to new circumstances for even though the war had long since been over...his clan had never strayed from their customs.

He was a shinobi, through and through. He had killed, and people had attempted to kill him. He had struggled and he had overcome with his own blood sweat and tears. Expression blank for a moment while he scanned his surroundings. Trees and foliage everywhere, the sound of animals and insects--large and small--in the distance and around him. Furthermore, there was another who had been transported along with him, someone across the clearing from him, about 15 meters away. The clearing wasn’t terribly huge, and it was apparent to him that there were no real boundaries.

Smirking a moment, before letting his expression shift to a less cocky smile, Koutaku called out across the space to his fellow chuunin. “That’s you, isn’t it Kai,” he said, even while he considered how he could deal with someone who could not be tricked. After all, Kaijin had the Byakugan, which would certainly make this a challenge. That was for sure.

Drawing a kunai, Koutaku channeled chakra into it and began spinning it around his finger. It was a good thing that they hadn’t had any dangerous missions together. In fact, there really hadn’t been any really dangerous missions to begin with...not from the village at least. This was good for Koutaku. Why? Well, it meant that practically no one would really know his techniques.

He hadn’t made it a habit of bragging to people...or sparring too often. It made him something of an enigma to his peers, and while it also isolated him somewhat...the pros definitely outweighed the cons.

“Guess we’re gonna have to do this huh? Go easy on me, will ya. I don’t want to die today.” He grinned, his free right hand touching the tree trunk to which the branch he stood upon connected.Chakra threads extended from his fingers, down the palms of his hands, into his sleeves, down his shirt, and into his pouches where they affixed themselves to kunai and wire alike. The wire was pulled along their length, manipulated by chakra alone until they wrapped around the fingertips of his right hand.

He was as ready as he could get, he supposed.

The Hokage was quite the mysterious fellow and yet Kai never had the opportunity to speak with him and dissect his brain for knowledge regarding his fallen clan. He would eventually get his answers but hopefully getting the rank of Jonin would help his endeavors. Before he could find his way through the crowds he was teleported to what seemed like an empty forest. Kai took one whiff of his surroundings and automatically knew where he was. ”The Forest of Death.” this was quite the familiar terrain for him since he liked to travel around the village alone at times.

He stopped reminiscing however as he was reminded he subjected himself to declining the team events and participating in the combat portion instead. Kai wasn’t one for team affairs or working with others, he was direct and hungry. Anything that got in his way of showing him his purpose in life and why he was born into this desolate clan would be met with crushing opposition. Kaijin turned to face what seemed to be his opponent for this portion of the test. While hoping for easier prey he was still pretty content with facing Koutaku as he was still a question mark in his mind.

“Indeed it is.” Kaijin waved to his opponent removing his large white over coat and throwing it in the wind which would eventually land on a distant tree branch. Kai rolled his neck cracking several times before he cracked his hands next. It had been far too long since he had gone out and sparred with someone of his caliber. He tightened his wrist straps and the red and yellow sash he has to make sure he was completely limber and mobile. “Good thing we keeps the morals and rules on I wouldn’t want either one of us dying today. I hope the best man wins and if one of us doesn’t hopefully next round is kinder to us.” Kaijin bowed before he readied his stance. While he did want to take it easy as Koutaku suggested, he wanted to move onto the next stage more, win or lose.

“Byakugan!” Kaijin shouted, veins bulging around his eyes, the pupils becoming more distinct. The world turned into a blue and black as he saw the chakra threads connected Koutaku’s belt and the kunai winding up in his fingers. Kaijin sprang into action running at top speed closing the gap between the two. As he approached Koutaku, 15 meters, 10 meters, he drew his arms across his chest and swiped them downwards diagonally across his body slowly moving into a spinning movement.

Koutaku’s small smile widened into a grin as Kaijin sprung into action, clearly having noticed his preparations. With a flux of chakra Koutaku began a series of long handseals, as if he were performing a particularly powerful technique.

Kiyō Sonae(器用備え 'Dexterous arrangement').


He knew Kai could see the chakra moving throughout his body. He knew that Kai would try to stop him from preparing techniques, using handseals, and building up a chain of actions. He knew about Gentle Fist and its ability to block one’s tenketsu. Koutaku knew a lot of things. He studied tirelessly, always, and prepared for anything and everything he possibly could. Sure, Kai had the Byakugan; sure, he was a master of the Gentle Fist and had predictive and analytical abilities by the sheer virtue of his genetics, but there was one thing he didn’t have, one thing he might never understand.

Endless Paranoia.

Koutaku sprung into action, leaping off of his branch with surprising force, propelled forwards by what appeared a burst of chakra.

Ura Jōshō no Jutsu(裏上昇の術 'Reverse climbing technique').


Still spinning a kunai on his left pointer finger, Koutaku hurtled forwards, twitching his right middle finger as he did so. The motion drew a kunai up through his clothes and into his hand in .1 seconds, and in the next moment it was thrust backwards from him where it pierced deep into the tree, almost the entire kunai buried, only the ring remaining visible. He let the wire remain slack as he hurtled diagonally downwards at his adversary, but not headfirst, not for long.

Shifting position with tiny adjustments of his body, Koutaku angled his body so that his feet would meet the earth first.

He knew Kai could sense him, he knew he could detect every use of chakra, no matter how minuscule.

He was counting on it.

There was something disconcerting with the way Koutaku had been setting up for this fight. How long could it have been that he arrived before Kai and had already began working on a series of plans to oppose Kai. The one fault of being an ancestor to the Hyuuga was the fact that everyone had already know their fighting style and the way their abilities worked so there was nothing he had to surprise ninja who were from the leaf with. Koutaku was a mysterious case, even though it seemed like he set up a trap for Kai he decided to launch himself at Kaijin while forming multiple hand seals. Powerful indeed if it was taking this many seals to conduct.

His body was a wave of chakra firing on all cylinders, he wasn’t close enough to hit his tenketsu points so he had to close the distance or launch a long ranged attack. Kai in his battle trained mind knew that it was rather difficult to dodge while in the air especially when falling in one direction. It was almost too good to be true. His arm swinging motion stopped as he receded them tucked into his sides forming a perfect 90 angel with his arm. “Yasogami Kūgeki” stopping in his tracks and tapping into his Otsustuki potential, Kaijin faced upwards. With his mastery of chakra at this stage of his life he would be able to execute this jutsu quite well. Chakra loaded into his palms, he shot his arms outwards and up towards Koutaku. Instead of manifesting around his arms he created a barrage of fists to create a wall effect.

If the attack didn’t manage to hit Koutaku as such range as he fell it would surely pulverize the tree and branches within a 10 meter distance, while not as powerful to destroy a complete body Susanoo it was at the level where it could destroy a semi completed skeleton.

Koutaku didn’t even hesitate as he watched the lines in Kai’s body tense, he framed the space between Kai and him in his mind and executed his first real jutsu.

While most would not see it coming, Kaijin had a unique advantage unlike anyone else without doujutsu or sensory abilities, he could see the very instant that chakra shot forwards--invisible to the naked eye and the normal senses--forming a 10 meter long cylinder, its radius 1.5 meters; with Koutaku at one end, and Kai at the other. However, even though the edges of this hollow cylinder went around him and Koutaku, he would feel nothing. The chakra was intangible, but only for a moment.

His chakra fluctuated, despite the fact that he hadn’t used the kai handsign to cause it. It appeared that Kaijin wasn’t the only one with excellent chakra control.

Taking in a deep breath, the Iouchiryo layered chakra over his skin and clothes, and then utilized a second technique before the first had even finished.

Kōdo Henge no Jutsu (高度変化の術 'Advanced Transformation Technique')


The Transformation turned the entire surface layer of his skin, and all of his clothes, into a material like metal, but that wasn’t the spectacle.

A kunai already in his right hand, drawn by a chakra thread, with wire attached, and explosive tag ready, he threw it. In the moment that it left his hand, he shifted his body so his back was faced slightly upwards. Adjustments made, he spoke.

“Shinkū-shitsu(真空室 'Vacuum Chamber').”

A tremendous shockwave, formed behind Koutaku, shunted itno position by the cylinder of chakra. For about a second, Kai would feel his breath taken away utterly, with nothing left to be drawn on. He was in a vacuum.

Then, the technique concluded, sending all that gathered wind down the cylinder of chakra at tremendous speeds, rocketing Koutaku forwards, and firing the much lighter kunai directly at Kaijin like a tiny rocket. However, it never reached him, instead, the explosive tag went off, and the pressurized air of Shinkū-shitsu turned from a wind cannon, into one of flames.

The technique on its own was powerful, far stronger than one would expect for a C ranked technique, requiring Koutaku to use about 1/3rd of his chakra for its max output. However, with fire added to the mix it was easily a B or A ranked attack. Thus, as Kaijin executed his ranged assault with chakra, a 3 meter wide hole was torn straight through the middle by the chamber of ignited wind chakra. The light was blinding, the sound was deafening, and the force was overwhelming and it was headed directly at him.

Kai had painted himself into a rather precarious position. It seemed that Koutaku had taken extra precautions and had set up a web of culminated attacks that together would create a symphony of beautiful destruction. The attacks seemed to occur in the blink of an eye. Luckily for Kaijin he had been blessed with the Byakugan and was able to see the constructs made in front of him. First was the cylinder that spanned from Koutaku all the way down to Kaijin as some form of vehicle for whatever he was concocting.

Suddenly Koutaku’s body turned a sleek metallic color, he took the form of what appeared to be metal. However that was a mere feint or a cover for what he was prepared to do next. The kunai aimed at the boy exploded violently. The cylinder was the vessel to transport the explosion all the way down to Kaijin. There was no backing out of this mess or rather there was less likely the opportunity to. However the Eight Gods Vacuum attack was nothing to laugh at. The ability itself was the caliber of high ranking ninjas and at full power could decimate a six path chakra complete bodied Susanoo.

Kaijin buckled down into the earth and condensed the range of the fists and number to increase the power of these fists. The arms would rip through the fire and pulverize the kunai, most likely reaching Koutaku. As insurance, Kaijin condensed two gauntlets around his hands and thrusted down towards the ground, sending his body upwards and spinning. He was gaining enough velocity where he could spin at ridiculous speeds, whatever was left of the fire signed his clothes back. “Hakkeshō Kaiten” (Eight Trigrams: Palm Rotation) Chakra exploded out of his body creating a small condensed ball of rotating chakra. If it were as if someone had shot a highly pressurized marble into the cylindrical pathway heading straight for Koutaku.

Kazaho(風歩 'Wind Step').


A burst of wind from his feet pushed him upwards suddenly, even as the wire connected to his kunai in the tree behind him went taut, swinging him upwards and out of the way of the powerful fists of chakra and. He moved 2 meters upwards, moving him from the trajectory of Kaijin’s oncoming attack as well. Of course, once he’d gained the necessary momentum, he gave the wire plenty of slack and blasted it back downwards

He had to say, the Hakkeshou Kaiten was a sight to see, but he had studied it as he had studied many other things. It was a spinning vortex of chakra, shaped into a dome or a sphere...and things that spun had a simple weakness.

Koutaku’s fingers twitched and kunai were in his hands, already charged each with two jutsu, the handseals long since prepared. He threw them and they erupted forwards at frightening speeds.

Ten no Tsunzaku(天の劈く 'Pierce the Heavens').


He had thrown 4 kunai at Kai, wire attached as usual and they flew at tremendous speed. So fast in fact that, with him being roughly 5 meters away, there would be no time to change his direction to dodge. Granted, the Rotation would make it so he wouldn’t have to.

Koutaku took a deep breath and focused. His chakra calmed, his aura wavered and then settled, and he felt every sinew of muscle, and every nerve in his body for a moment. His awareness expanded so that he could feel all aspects of his body. He kept his breathing even, but he did not do what he usually did once he’d achieved this state.

Instead...he waited.

He waited for his adversary’s second mistake.

It seemed as though Koutaku had been well versed in trapping and luring his opponents into what seemed like a seven layer trap. Kaijin didn’t really have anything to lose or gain from this test imposed by the Villages. In his own right he already achieved certain prowess in combat, and to fight a potential ally was a waste of time, especially if they had to wear weighted gloves somewhat. Instead of pivoting back or regaining his ground, Kaijin pressed his assault. He was bound to connect once or finally succumb to the boy’s trap.

While he was rotation his eyes pulsated as if they could nearly be seen through the rotating ball of chakra. Even though he was spinning at high speeds he was still able to decisively read Koutaku’s movements even if it didn’t necessarily meant he knew what he was scheming. After all Koutaku had a thing for scheming. The four kunai came at him at volatile speeds, had he not been spinning he might have been skewered like a kebab. However the amount of spinning he was allotted due to his initial push off was enough to deflect the onslaught of kunai, even if it bit into his chakra reserves.

Dispersing his chakra ball while meeting the remaining kunai that sliced his shoulder open was only a mere hindrance. As a participant in the main branch Kaijin was taught special techniques that were limited to just the main branch. “Jūho Sōshiken! (Gentle Step Twin Lion Fists)” he shouted as he released chakra into both his hands forming large guardian lion shaped gauntlets. His range and destructive power was augmented tenfold. Dashing towards Koutaku might have been a mistake but he was risking it all. His first fist what meant to be a ranged attack and if that had missed he would aim his second fist to any part of the boy’s body and drain his chakra.

Just as he’d expected, the Hyuuga, in his arrogance, had allowed the kunai to strike his defensive sphere of rotating chakra. Koutaku’s grin spread wide as the kunai were somewhat deflected, only for the wire to be caught onto the surface of the rotation and pulled around it rapidly entangling it in a web of vicious cutting wire. For while he could not--without considerable preparation--break through the defensive technique, he could certainly tangle it up so that his opponent had one of two terrible choices.

The first was to let the rotation go and attempt to extricate himself, somehow, from the web of durable, sharp wire; while the second was to continue his rotation indefinitely until he tired out, which would allow him to move, but not to launch another attack. In fact, he would run out of chakra, and rotational momentum before that maneuver ever did him any good.

If Kai released his rotation, Koutaku would pull, and the wires would close in, binding the Hyuga completely in place. At this point Koutaku might push himself backwards and towards the ground with a Kazaho, where he would channel chakra through his body, using his leverage, chakra threads, and natural gravity to swing Kai down at the ground. He would amplify this with a supercharged Kazaho, releasing a powerful blast of wind from the top of the tangle of wires, shooting Kai down to earth at considerable speed. He was careful not to make Kai go down headfirst.

Conversely, if Kai did find some way to get out of the wires, the kunai that had struck his shoulder, would suddenly swivel in the air behind kai, the round bit of metal orienting towards his head where it would slam into it, likely knocking him out.

Kai had made his second mistake, the question was...would he get a chance to make a third?

Kai’s headfirst approach was quite admirable, but he knew it was going to fail eventually. With an unknown opponent and having been studied like a book due to his clan history, he was at quite the disadvantage. The sands of time in his hourglass all but ran out, the boy had quite a clever attack regarding the kunai that wrapped around his rotation, the ability to do such a thing was interesting to Kai. He would later have to find out the physics behind it, regardless his rotation was for naught. Like a fly trapped in a spider web the wires wrapped around his body quite comfortably and pulled him towards the ground. Kai acknowledged he was at a disadvantage and in order to save his chakra for the next fight he decided to submit.

Before he could even utter his surrender Shinko appeared and uncoiled the wire binding and returned it to the young tactician while catching the hyuuga and setting him down. Kai bowed to the opposing ninja and accepted his defeat gracefully. Shinko delivered the Hokage’s message to the two that the others were receiving currently. Shinko touched the forehead of both ninja before teleporting them to a random location as he headed towards the other hyuuga battling in the view of Yogensha.
Lilliana Merrycure

Watching him move into the motion of the swing, and waiting till he couldn't quite adjust, she let one foot go out in front of her, shifting her weight as she did so. She tossed her grappling hook to her left hand, from her right, tucked her arm in against her side, and fired the grappling gun to her left and forwards. It slammed into and through some of the ship's wood, pulled tight, and then she flipped the switch for 2 seconds. The pull of the hook got her out of the way of the slash, though just barely, her hair getting clipped near the ends by the blade of water.

Too hyped up on adrenaline and battle hunger to react with fear, she unflipped the switch. Then, she changed her mind, bracing herself and hauling against the hook and the clump of wood it had hooked into. It cracked and then tore out of the ship's deck, hurtling through the air like one end of a flail, heading right towards whatever position Krabbe was in at the time.

Small tendrils from B-MO began reaching into her bag of scrap metal and parts. They could be seen moving in quick and precise motions, while some just outright absorbed the metal.

“Hehe. Now Krabby~ , you've gotta treat a girl right if you plan to get her wet~” Lilly teased. In her peripheral vision she noticed some chaos erupting amongst Krabbe's crew, but she didn't spare it a glance. Her utmost attention remaining on Krabbe.
Kouken, Ayame

Iwagakure | C-B | Barrier nin

TIME: Present Day - Morning | LOCATION: Lightning Challenge Room | INTERACTION: @Ganryu Ai Kabe, @Kalas Renjiru Kurogama, @Spanner Hikaru.

As the statue revealed its true identity, Ayame narrowed her eyes slightly. As she noticed the scroll, Ai began talking, arranging the team and setting in motion a proper plan. It brought a small smile to her lips, even as she focused on keeping her barriers up. While the lightning beast wasn't really making any progress at breaking the barrier—as she focused the chakra where it hit, weakening it in locations further from the beast—it still took a fair amount of chakra to maintain the large network of barriers.

Adapting quickly to the new plan, Ayame cast out her hands to either side, generating chakra threads. The threads touched all her barrier rods that were far off, pulled them from the ground, and then back towards her. In about 3 seconds she had them close enough to maneuver them properly. The further off, less necessary barriers had deactivated when the rods had been extricated, of course, but those immediately around herself, Hikaru, and Renji were still up and quite stable. In fact, the one around them was much stronger than the earlier barrier had been, by virtue of her having to manage less.

Twitching her fingers she caught several Sekisao, and then threw them, hard. The rods hurtled in four groups, one of them traveling to her right, creating two lines leading up to Raijin's naval; the other created two lines leading to the edge of the room.

Channeling chakra through the threads, she erected a barrier towards the navel, leaving the rods leading towards the wall totally stationary. Focusing she took down one wall of their barrier, merging the path to the navel with the enclosed space that protected them from Raiju.

She looked to Renji and Hikaru and spoke, her voice commanding for once.

"Go!"
Nazomeku, Kazayatsu - Kuroyaju
Iwagakure | A | Tsuchikage

TIME: Present Day - Morning | LOCATION: Konohagakure - Stadium Observation Room | INTERACTION: @Syn Gisho Omawarisan and Namine Akizakura.

Yatsu took a pull of his sake, still sitting and apparently relaxed as Namine and the Hokage spoke about the return of a great evil: Seijuro. He smiled faintly as the Hokage insisted they not stop the exams. Yatsu stood and glanced at Namine, smiling.

"I agree. Stopping the exams now will send our budding shinobi into dissaray, which would only play into Seijuro's hands, letting him snatch anyone or anything he might want while our forces are in chaos." Bending down he picked up what appeared to be a cane, which had been sitting next to him, before rising back up. He tapped the cane against the ground, channeling a brief pulse of chakra through it.

Instantly the cane extended upwards and he twirled it once so that the point that had been aimed at the ground, now faced the ceiling. It had become a spear.

"I would be glad to put down such an evil," he said, glancing at Gisho, "...especially alongside either of you. It would be an honor." Having encountered him before, Namine would notice an odd lack of frustration in the Tsuchikage. Normally, the man preferred to avoid combat entirely. It seemed that his dislike of combat disappeared when faced with an objective evil, something which threatened the well-being of many an innocent soul.

In fact...there even seemed to be a fire in his eyes and an eagerness in his heart.

"Let's not tarry now," he said, glancing between the two.

While he wore a perfect disguise of patience, Namine would feel something other than eagerness in him. She would feel something dark, something buried, but its exact nature was so entrenched and hidden beneath Kazayatsu's other thoughts and emotions that she would be unable to identify it exactly.

All she'd be left with was an ominous premonition, a feeling of deep hurt, and something like hunger—though not of the physical sort.

It was disturbing, but it was also clear that Yatsu had it entirely under control. It was clear that it would not harm his allies, and furthermore it was certainly apparent that Gisho and her were his allies.

He was no traitor.

Still, what was it that lurked deep in the eccentric kage?

What indeed.
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