Tales of a Ninja Magician: Of What Defines Us

Mass Matters

Despite his opponent's greatly boosted confidence, it didn't look like Kusagoro feared the ingestion of two pills at once coming from his opponent. It may have been due to complete madness coming out from the Jugo's transformation being completely unable to process what had just happened and correctly predict the boost in combat efficiency that the pills may have granted or it could've just been great trust in his own strength being able to overcome anything in Francho's arsenal.

Kusagoro's body blinked, the lines of the entire morphed body of the Jugo became blurry and hard to discern as the man charged right at his opponent. Francho placed a quick block, whatever those pills did, they at the very least completely overcame the negative effects of the previously used Curry Pill that previously had completely broken Francho's body.

The Jugo's raging uppercut broke through the Pirate Lord's block tossing the Pirate Lord high up into the air from the immense force even if the main source of attack's strength was blocked. Jets of chakra flame erupted from transformed feet of the shinobi launching him right after his opponent. Francho recovered from the initial shock and force of the impact and extended his hands aside disappearing from Kusagoro's strike completely.

Kouta's father stopped and began floating in mid-air, furiously looking around as his bloodshot and thirsty for carnage eyes wandered trying to find his opponent. Shimo and Kouta opened their jaws up wide from disbelief. They couldn't discern the exact events transpiring in front of them and could only tell what was going once the fighting halted momentarily, Mana, on the other hand, couldn't even tell those brief microsecond breaks that the two combatants took to regain their strength and throw a line or two at each other – the whole fight was like a flash to her that only made sense once the two seriously backed away from one another. She could only tell what was going on with what she was being told.

"How could Red be possibly faster than father? He never hit me as a speedster type, just what kind of pills were those?" Kouta grunted out quickly telling Mana what happened, she could now perfectly see Kusagoro floating in the sky but not the Pirate Lord who seemingly disappeared into thin air.

Suddenly loud thunderous shocks began emanating from all over Kusagoro's body. Initially the four young ones thought it must've been the raging thunderstorm but then they noticed that the lightning flashes weren't consistent, it was like gattling gunfire of explosives blowing up all over Kusagoro's body: his face, chest, and abdomen, even around his joints and the four could both feel and see the immense shockwaves emanating from those areas almost like the veteran was being pummelled.

"Enough!" Kusagoro yelled propelling small sparks of chakra from each of his body pores creating a small blueish forcefield around him that extended supposedly blowing any close range attacker away. "Don't think you're hurting me with those lame attacks of yours..." he taunted the invisible Pirate Lord. It wasn't just empty taunts though, the shinobi was standing and taking all of the punishment nonchalantly shrugging it all off and ignoring the strikes as if they weren't even happening. That was why the four young ones found this peculiar assault so confusing.

Up from a barely intelligible point of air Akimichi Francho materialized, no... He expanded from it almost like he didn't disappear before but instead minimized and now returned to normal size. The Pirate Lord just laughed in Kusagoro's face.

"Well then... Perhaps I should try hitting you even harder, huh? I'm just playing around with these new techniques of mine, you'll have to forgive me..." Francho spoke up before laughing out loud again. For a man who just hit millions of free strikes in mere microseconds without inflicting any damage on his opponent, the Pirate Lord was immensely confident and joyful.

Kouta began describing what was happening to Mana and suddenly the magician began piecing this peculiar manner of attack together. It wasn't that tough to do, Kouta told her of the visual aspects of this odd invisibility aspect and knowing Akimichi clan hidden techniques, as someone who hailed from Konoha, a place where Akimichi were dime and dozen, and being someone who read about the subject before, Mana could easily put two on top of two.