Tales of a Ninja Magician: Of Where We Come From

I Can Lift Any Weight!

As fist of the mysterious attacker collided with Yaban's forehead, a powerful shockwave made the grass bend down and tore leaves off of the trees around, any Iwagakure ninja that were close to the vicinity of the impact were tossed backward from the sheer force of impact. The others nearby just stood there shocked and overtaken by awe, both feeling threatened by the unexpected appearance and incredible power of this man and also shocked that the Tsuchikage was hit point blank with such an impact. This was no sword or an assassin's knife, this hit would've made a small mountain crumble, it was enough to crush rocks with.

The man who threw the awesome punch just stood there and laughed at himself, his strange cocky facial expression combined with his somewhat rugged and bratty attire and haircut as well as his lazy stubble made the man look like some sort of village drunkard. As the man opened his mouth it still sort of reeked of alcohol but it felt more like an after effect which only made it smell a thousand times worse. Only after a couple of moments did the man's coat finally catch up to his static state and the back end of it finally touched the ground. The blond-haired assailant just kept staring at the Tsuchikage waiting for the man to flip over and die from getting hit by his fist right at the center of his skull.

"Well..." suddenly the Tsuchikage spoke up, his tone implied that he was questioning the man's actions, "I keep waiting for you to finish your attack but you're just standing there and laughing like an idiot... Am I to take this is it then?" Yaban asked politely wiping the cocky smile off of the assailant's face as he dashed backward and cracked his knuckles.

"Darn it! I thought I had you this time..." the Kirigakure attacked smiled and wiped his nose playfully with his thumb.

"I must say your punch improved in those four years, perhaps now I can attack you without feeling bad. You look like you've toughened up, I'm sure you can take it..." Yaban replied straightening his body up and answering the assailant's cocky stare with a cold one of his own.

"This will be nothing like back then during my Ninja Tribunal! This time I'll leave you beaten up and bruised in a pool of your own slobber!" the man shouted out thrusting his fist at the Tsuchikage who did not even honor this claim with a reply.

"Am I missing something? Who is this man?" an Iwagakure ninja asked his colleague who just raised his finger up to his lips and silenced his friend whispering back his answer.

"This is Namikaze Joki, a Kirigakure Sannin, the only Sannin in the history to have a Ninja Tribunal case against him during his time as a Sannin and the only one to have spent time in prison. Tsuchikage-sama took part in his Tribunal session himself and Joki tried to escape the Tribunal by attacking the Council of Ninja that were judging him, Tsuchikage-sama brutally beat the man down and left him completely broken. Still, for someone to survive being punched and tossed around by Tsuchikage is an impressive feat."

A black flash blurred as the Tsuchikage lunged forward at his opponent having decreased his weight to make it easier for him to move faster. The man threw a punch only for the Sannin to dodge it completely, then the Tsuchikage followed up with another blurred combination of punches and kicks, each of them packed so much force that even as they missed the air that Yaban's attacks split hit the Sannin's clothes and pushed him backwards, only because of his strong body did the blonde manage to stay on his feet during this attack. Joki never even tried to block a single hit, he knew better than that, must've been experience speaking.

"You picked up your speed as well old man... Gonna teach me how to do that?" Joki taunted his opponent as he threw another powerful and focused punch. Tsuchikage did not even try to move out of its way and let it just hit his nose. The man's feet dug deep into the dirt as Yaban's body got buried into the soil halfway throwing dirt and tree roots away as rubble. A slight stream of blood ran down Yaban's nose - this man managed to somehow pass through Tsuchikage's impenetrable body. The white-haired powerhouse just grinned with half of his lips.