Tales of a Ninja Magician: Of What Defines Us

The Premature Conclusion

Zahafbit put his hands together, preparing to execute the third strike of his Speyeder illusion. His face was sweating, similarly to Kiyomi's. His hands were slow and heavy, compared to how they moved before. It was not tough to see that the strain of using both the Summoning Jutsu to call for such a giant creature as well as repeatedly bashing his head against the wall with a B-Rank illusion was weighing on him as well, not to the same extent as it was on the spider itself, however.

"Genjutsu: Speyeder"! Zahafbit shouted out, slower, in a more husky and tired tone and with an odd expression on his face. The expression that a rat had when wandering into a maze, knowing that it'd likely result in its death or it getting lost but still wanting that cheese and counting on that slim chance of the fact that maybe the unfortunate will not be happening.

Kiyomi made three quick hand seals with her hands once the illusion of her opponent was concluded and Zahafbit was locked down in just standing still and controlling the stream of chakra that was transformed into light and transmitted through the target's body.

"Transformation Jutsu"! Kiyomi chanted casually, wasting a minuscule speck of chakra on a technique taught to Academy Students.

After a poof of smoke covered the girl, before quickly dissipating, Zahafbit opened his jaw wide. He may have expected Kiyomi on once again counting on overcoming his illusion through dispelling it, something that'd have cost her tremendous effort and even more of her already sliced in half and depleted even further chakra pool.

He may have suspected an attempt by Kiyomi to launch ninja tools at him or the spider, to attempt one of her Yamanaka hijutsu and try to hit it this time. One thing he did not expect was for his opponent to transform into a large anchor and just nonchalantly wait out the emerald glow of the illusion, due to her anchor'y nature being unable to see the emerald light, therefore - harmless to the light-based illusion. Kiyomi waited, while still transformed, for a couple of moments before returning to her original form.

Zahafbit's hands weighed down, swinging weightlessly. His head sunk to the bottom of where his muscular neck allowed it to go. As the youth's handy giant spider dissipated into smoke, leaving large marks and grazes over where it had scratched into the walls and the arena floor to stand upright, he felt completely defeated.

"It's just a matter of time", Kiyomi grinned confidently. "You look like you're beginning to hit the wall there", the blonde teased her opponent with his own words again.

"Transformation Jutsu", Zahafbit chuckled bitterly to himself, "Transformation Jutsu"! He shouted out before he lashed out, rushing at Kiyomi with impending physical attacks. He was smarter than to throw the fight away.

This fighting mode defied and eliminated surrender as a viable option. It may have been reasonable to surrender in a one on one match when there was no hope of beating one's opponent and it was apparent. In this match, one had to maximize the strain that their fight placed on their opponent, surrendering would have wasted potential battle damage and exhaustion that fighting placed on someone. Too much depended on one's refusal to surrender in such a match...

Kiyomi gracefully stepped aside from a powerful downwards cross intended to punch the breath out of her body so that Zahafbit could properly work on her face. The blonde responded with a pair of quick chops and palm strikes where she found the most offensively gaping openings. It did not hit hard, but it annoyed her opponent more and an enraged opponent was easier to read.

Kiyomi kicked her opponent straight in the gut, bending him over and letting her flip over her front and lock her legs around Zahafbit's throat in a reverse choke hold. As she hung downward, tightly wrapping her thighs around her opponent's face, she could freely overwhelm the tired brute with strikes.