Yushiro, Genya and Giyu returned from their fighting area, and Tengen just finished preparations. "We have our next two fighters, Inosuke and Yahaba of Team B, will be fighting against Mr. Shinazugawa! The fight will take place in the artificial ruins. The robots will escort you to your areas," he announces, eating a piece of mochi.
Shortly...
"Well, we're fighting the wind dude. Any strategies?" Inosuke asks, looking at Yahaba. "The only thing my magic can do is just manipulate the vector of living things or objects, and your magic is pure attacks..." Yahaba answers, scratching his head.
Inosuke stands still, concentrating. "Mmm..." is the noise he makes. Yahaba raises his eyebrow, and asks: "What are you-" "Shut up! I'm trying to sense the guy using my breathing technique..." Inosuke cuts him off, getting back to it. Yahaba taps his foot in uneasiness, scared at what he might find. "Well hurry, I'm getting anxious by the moment."
Inosuke waited another quarter-minute. His eyes flash open. "...HE'S HERE ALREADY!" he yells out as Sanemi comes bursting through the rock wall. "ALRIGHT, BRATS. TIME FOR A BIG 'OL BEATIN'."
"Jeez, instead of scouting for them, you just go in for a straight attack. Well-planned, as to not let them think, but don't you think you're being a bit short-sighted, Mr. Shinazugawa?" Isekai questions.
Sanemi and Inosuke were clashing with their blades, with Yahaba trying to lower the force of Sanemi's swings, as to lighten the impact on Inosuke. "I see why I'm not hitting as hard as I hope..." he realized as he drew three six-spiked shuriken and threw them at Yahaba.
Yahaba dodged, but Inosuke stumbled back due to the sudden impact Sanemi inflicted by swinging his sword at him. "Draw his attack force away, eyeless!" Inosuke yells. "First, I have eyes, second, I'm blind, and three, Mr. Shinazugawa literally threw weapons at me!" Yahaba reprimanded him while altering the force of Sanemi's attacks.
"Same potato, and no excuses!" he replies, kicking him away. Sanemi coughs a bit, and smiles devilishly. "May as well just use these. Wind Magic: Sword Form: Sudden Gust of Five Valleys!" he yelled out as five high-force thrusts hit Inosuke.
"As much as I wanna beat this old man's ass, even I know we can't win if he can hit me this hard! GET OUT OF HERE, YAHABA!" Inosuke thought, then yelled at Yahaba to leave. Yahaba linked Inosuke to his arrows and surfed on his own, adding: "I'm surprised you know my name!"
"Get back here, you brats!" Sanemi yelled, running after them. "GAH! HE'S STILL BEHIND US!" Yahaba squeals, visibly scared. "I'M GONNA ENJOY BEATING THE CRAP OUTTA YOU WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!" he yells, running even faster. Inosuke smiles, and yells back: "LIKE I'M LETTING THAT HAPPEN! BEAST MAGIC: SWORD FORM: EXTENDING BENDY SLASH!" as in a really abnormal way, he swung his sword.
"What? He swung- wait... WAIT-" Sanemi asked himself as he realized and blocked the incoming attack."
Isekai then questions: "Did he just..." Followed by Kanao, "...dislocate his joints and swing?!"
"Inosuke can't be that flexible, can he?" Tanjiro asks, questioning reality. "He is that flexible. We've been childhood friends, so I'd know. Once, he broke his arm, but within the next minute, he snapped it right back in place," Zenitsu answers, visibly stupefied about that incident. "I guess there's one abnormality within every person..." Muichiro comments.
"How long left in the test?!" Yahaba questions. Inosuke looks up, and answers: "25 minutes?" "Damn it!" he replies, now in despair. "Ya know what, let's just split up!" Inosuke said as he detached himself from Yahaba's Koketsu Arrows and began running in the opposite direction. Yahaba nodded and surfed left. "The boar kid will be a problem... I'll head for him first," Sanemi planned as he turned right.
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Isekai Mizuki S1 - A World With Demons
FanficTwo old friends reunite and get roped into a world of fighting Demons. The Slayers Corporation's mission is to eliminate the 1000-year old crime boss Muzan Kibutsuji. All characters that I have NOT marked as (OC) do not belong to me, and neither doe...