Tales of a Ninja Magician: Of What Defines Us

Meiko's Approach

The soft soughing sound calmed Shibari down greatly. During moments like this when there was no action to be seen, only relaxing sounds around her, she could just sit down and float away. Just let her consciousness fade and slip into a sweet cottony dream.

"Ma'am, we've got action between Team Hokage and the Rogue Element." a strict masculine voice reported, he sat slouched over, shoulders narrowed and his neck combatted the weight of the heavy visual equipment on his head. A concoction of steel and glass, a combination of visual monitors and a combat helmet.

Clacking the heels of her sandals against the rough stony forest outskirts Shibari made her way to the sensory mechanism and observed the problem point for a brief moment. She was biting her lip subconsciously, nibbling on the inner soft skin in her mouth while the woman stared blankly at the watery orb and symbols on it.

"Shall we send someone to collect the nuke and her accomplices?" a different chuunin asked for further orders as, in case of a positive answer, starting earlier on opening the communication programs from inside his helmet was in order and would've greatly diminished the amount of work he had to do.

"If I wanted her arrested I wouldn't have let her in there in the first place. It's fun shaking the boring games up with a Rogue Element once in a while." Shibari smiled to the man, something he could not see given the excessive headgear placed on his shoulders.

"As you say, ma'am."

"What about the other teams? I assume you are ready to report grievous injuries and takedowns, Konoha High?" the woman asked with disdain and somewhat of a playful tease towards the educational institution that the chuunin came recommended from as an intern.

"Yes, ma'am! There are no relevant injuries to speak of yet. No contacts so far, the situation at the entrance is mostly resolved, the wildlife is returning to its rightful habitat."

"Nice work, Intent Ops..." Shibari sighed before walking further off and observing the entirety of the messy looking liquid orb, her lips sharpened and ducked out from her mouth in concentration.

"Ma'am!" a squad of chuunin not wearing any headgear working by a fancy looking green and rotten grey scroll let out as a collective unit affirmed their acknowledgment of her compliment.

"Let me know when the Rogue Element is taken out. I'll go in and take the trash out personally." Shibari gave a knowingly unseen glance at the sensory team positioned by specific corners of the sensory mechanism and overseeing their own attributed patches of the Forest of Death battlefield.

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Galateia's blade was caught by Meiko's arms, with a cheeky smile the blonde pressed her sword's handle harder attempting to force it through. A wound like that would've certainly made the blacksmith's day worse, right on the center of her chest, from one shoulder to the pelvis.

"You seemed to have more fighting spirit during our first meeting." The rogue ninja noted.

"That was different. I was just training, eager to push myself to the limits to move past them. Here I must preserve my resources..." Meiko grunted as her opponent's physical pressure was formidable.

The redhead growled in pain and tiredness as she pushed the blade's edge to the shoulder plate – one of the more armored parts of the body of both of the kunoichi. The heat and flashing light of the sparks that fired out as Galateia's blade slipped through the plating and smashed into the ground blinded Meiko temporarily and made her flinch. It was a wonderful thing, however, as she instinctively closed her eyes and avoided them being filled with dirt and wood chips from the ground Galateia's sword busted open.