Varia's Chained Cloud (Nanbaka x OC x KHR)

Breakout 20

In Building 5, Akiri ran alongside Liang and Rock. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Samon place a talisman on Upa.

"Hey, does that talisman of Upa's have some kind of meaning?" Rock asked Liang.

"It seems it's a talisman for suppressing the power of chi. Apparently that charm has to be affixed to everyone who can use qigong. In Upa's case in particular, his chi is very strong, so it has to be reapplied like that at fixed intervals," Liang answered and Akiri hummed.

'Interesting. In a way it's similar to suppressing flames.'

"At any rate, do you guys just do this kind of training stuff everyday?" Rock asked and the two friends began to engage in conversation, not noticing Akiri stopped running and began walking towards Samon who was walking off since he finished changing Upa's talisman.

"Monkey-Dotard," Akiri said, making him perk up.

"Number 0, what can I do for you?" He asked, raising a brow.

"Fight me."

"Huh?" Samon blurted out.

"You heard me," she replied, getting into a fighting position. "Fight me."

Samon sighed. "Listen #0, I won't be fighting you-"

"I want to see," Akiri cut him off, eyes narrowing. "What kind of person you are. You said you trained under Uncle Fon for a little while... So I've been wondering... How strong are you?"

The man froze, his hand at his head falling to his side. "I see..." He adjusted his cap, the shadow covering his eyes. "I admire Fon-san, but I guess I can do his niece a favor by fighting." Samon shrunk down into his position, legs spread apart as he placed a hand in front of him, hiding the other behind his back. "A hand should be enough to deal with you."

Akiri growled, a bloodthirsty smirk on her face. "You'll be needing more than a mere hand, Monkey-Dotard. After all, you're weaker than Gorilla-Dotard right."

Samon frowned. "Don't compare me to that idiot Hajime!"

The two charged at each other, fists and palms making contact as they fought. Dodging kicks and unexpected hits, the two continued to fight with quick, precise, trained movements that took years of practice to master.

'His movements are similar to Uncle Fon.' Akiri noted, dodging a strike aimed for her shoulder. 'The only difference is that Uncle Fon is faster and has more experience.'

'Her movements are well trained.' Samon observed, shifting to the right to throw another punch. 'Number 0 has good judgment and concentration during a fight as she acts calm headed. She relies much on her flexible physique and strength, however, once she's in a fight that makes her excited, she acts on her animal instinct and pride.'

"Oi, don't underestimate a match, you brat!" Samon said thrusting a finger at her face. Akiri's eyes widened as she barely dodged it, his nail scraping her cheek and he used that split moment to kick her in the stomach, sending her skidding back.

The two stared at each other in a tense silence, waiting for the other to move. Blood leaked from the cut on Akiri's cheek and she used her thumb to swipe the liquid. She stared at the red stain.

The supervisor didn't even hesitate to dodge the upcoming attack, jumping back to avoid the kick aimed at him. Sweat rolled down his face as he saw the ground crack slightly from the strength put into that kick.

"Monkey-Dotard... I'm going to beat you to death," Akiri declared, eyes on him with a deadly smirk as she jumped at him, moving faster than before.