Tales of a Ninja Magician: Of What Defines Us

The Drunkard's Comet

Francho taunted his opponent leaping on one of his legs while he held his other leg bent and in one hand imitating a one-legged cripple, or at least a drunkard's version of one. For a brief moment, a thought had occurred in Kusagoro's mind to target the bottle of rum which his opponent held in his hand however it seemed too much trouble. The brawler already had trouble hitting the illusive drinker, targeting such a small target would've only made it proportionately more difficult.

Regardless of if Kusagoro would target the bottle or not, there was no denying that alcohol was integral to the style's successful use – the Jugo had noticed it. A sip was required to switch between these "immortal masters of old" that the Pirate Lord slurred of before. To a less skilled mind, such a fact would seem irrelevant however the Jugo quickly combined it with the previous knowledge of his opponent and realized he could use this style to his own advantage.

The inseparable part of this style was the user's inability to take their alcohol meaning they got drunk much faster than any other person without the ability to use Drunken Fist. That meant that each successive sip must've intoxicated the user more as well. To any solid drinker, eight sips of rum would've been a good and dizzying drink however it could've lead to someone like Francho being completely wasted, maybe the stupid fatso would even pass out? Even such a victory was acceptable to the Jugo rather than resorting to his Curse Form...

It wasn't that Kusagoro despised the Curse Form, his son hit it in the head right before, he didn't want to lose control unless no other way of winning was possible. Not when that darned girl was in his near vicinity. He hated this girl for quite a long time, she was a distraction for his son, she was a young thing with a head full of retarded ideas and she was instilling those stupid morals to his son too. However when he saw his son achieve the Curse Form before it all changed – somehow despite being so different from the Jugo this magician girl made his son embrace his origins more and more making her presence quite useful for Kusagoro's wishes for his son to come true. He would've killed her if he transformed, most likely, such an outcome couldn't have been let to happen – Kouta would never forgive him after it and his transformation into a true Jugo successor, not the sissy pacifist current ones but a true Jugo of old, would've been ended then and there.

Kusagoro's hand morphed into a dark-colored cannon and the man aimed it below him.

"Chakra Revolver!" he shouted out firing a precise and thin beam of chakra penetrating the waters open and reaching deep below. The brute ended the beam before it pierced the core of the world and exited on the other side. A distraction was all that he needed for this. A strong explosion tossed a powerful splash of water up messing up the water's surface and erecting powerful crashing waves rushing at the drunk.

"Huh?" Francho slurred as the water beneath his feet shook violently forcing him out of his second Li Tieguai stance into a drunken stagger desperate to stay afloat and on both feet.

"Rising Piston Fist!" Kusagoro yelled out triumphantly as his figure blasted out from underwater with a powerful morphed fist aimed right at the Pirate Lord's jaw aiming to throw the man into the air. Falling backward the drunkard evaded the punch however a cannon opened up on the rising Kusagoro's elbow firing off a separate stream of chakra aimed at the evading opponent. The explosion missed again, thanks to the amazing rolling evasion of the drunken master. Still, the explosion caused a large amount of water from underneath the rolling pirate to toss him in the air. This stance appeared to favor strong one legged kicks and rolling evasion, by lifting his opponent in the air Kusagoro would make sure to deprive the pirate of any ground to roll around in.

The Kusagoro that used the rising punch technique dispelled revealing himself to be just a clone. The real Jugo veteran surfaced from below as well looking up and preparing his attack.