Tales of a Ninja Magician: Of What Defines Us

Genin Waterloo

The battle between the last remaining genin teams inside the Forest of Death raged on as each team got entangled in some sort of a bond with another participating team, making them duke it out in a large twelve people scuffle. Gentib, now in his Tankobaji persona, had a fight to pick with his target – Gurker Gliesse, meanwhile Team Shahryar wanted to beat another Hoshigakure ninja forcing them into an uneasy alliance with Gurker's team.

Seeing a chance for the offensive, Daseaut, the member of Sunagakure's Team Shahryar breathed in and out, closing his eyes to calm his body before using his technique. Just like before, when Tankobaji faked him out, the young genin winded up his extended palm as he begun molding large concentrations of chakra. Where before the surrounding ninja were completely oblivious to Daseaut's subtle chakra build-up, once the immensely powerful Wind Release technique of the genin picked up momentum and started creating powerful gusts of wind, powerful enough to blast even the battle-hardened ninja off their feet, the entire battlefield suddenly turned at the distrustful Sunagakure genin.

While the enemy alliance waited for Daseaut to reveal just what nature of jutsu this build-up of chakra was, the Sungakure genin simply gracefully focused force into his lower feet and bounced off the ground, flying head-first and winded up palm aimed at the enemy. The spiraling intense winds that very nearly pulled the surrounding ages old, birthed by powerful chakra, trees out with their entire roots began settling down in a glowing sphere in the boy's hand. The sphere's shape was uneasy, trembling and whirling, too large to suggest optimal and compact containment of the storming chakra within.

"No name"!? Relta Ginn trembled in her boots once she realized that the previously considered completely unremarkable Sunagakure genin pulled off such a technique without uttering its name – suggesting that Daseaut had made his technique so perfected and practiced inside his body and mind that it no longer needed verbal aid to prepare his body for performing the technique.

As the boy flew straight at Tankobaji, the showy and demonic persona pushed his staff against the ground at remarkable force, pushing his entire body out of the way of the rushing genin who decided to attack him with such a powerful yet straightforward technique in such a brutish way.

As Daseaut passed the location where his intended target was supposed to be, the spiraling sphere of rotating chakra faded in the boy's palm as he found himself wide open and completely without cover in the enemy lines. Tankobaji's teammate – Gorm charged at the wide-open Sunagakure genin with a rushing elbow strike. Daseaut just coughed painfully as the powerful strike dug deep in his jaw, lifting the young man's body off the ground even.

After the initial strike connected, Gorm didn't intend to stop with his offensive just there as he continued to attack the weakened young man with continuous chain strikes, with each successive strike, it appeared, the rest that followed were faster and stronger, continuing until no one could have even counted properly how much strikes had Daseaut received.

The genin's teammate, the athletic looking female blacksmith stepped forward to help her teammate before her own other teammate stopped her. After being given a death-wishing ice-cold glare, Alemyat just shook his head.

"He knew that the jutsu was incomplete and that he still needed training to use it. He placed himself in the enemy lines and if you attack like that you'll just further scatter our ranks", Alemyat explained himself.

Finally, the Wind Release ninjutsu user managed to catch one of his opponent's punches successfully. With one of his opponent's arms trapped, Daseaut stepped in to strike with his other hand and, once the other hand was shoved aside, headbutt his opponent, sending Gorm sliding back with the foreheads of both boys bleeding profusely. Granted, it was tough to say just how much of blood on Gorm's forehead was his and how much that of his properly softened up opponent.