Tales of a Ninja Magician: Of What Defines Us

Ode to Brutality

As the dust and the destruction of Roh-D's most powerful sonic technique began settling down, a chilling sound of a battlecry broke out. From a cloud of rubble, sand and floating blades of frosty winter grass, a masculine figure with bleeding years, eyes and nose, tattered denim jacket and the shirt underneath and covered with bruises and intense tears all over his body dived out. The eyes of the desperate young man were brimming with determination and the desire to embrace the brutality of battle without anything being held back.

From the beginning of this match, Aozora Yushijin attempted to play this fight his own way, in his own field, by his own rules: impress the council, instead of fighting, avoid fighting on Roh-D's brutal terms instead of just fighting, show off his impressive technique which took him his current lifetime to polish and refine instead of fighting. No more. Now just fighting remained. Yushijin wished to bring the brutality, that Roh-D craved in his battles and shove it down his opponent's throat.

Yushijin swung his sword around, silver blitzes flashed wherever the massive chunk of polished and sharpened steel buzzed past his opponent's flesh before a loud clang emanated a shock downwards the blade and past its handle, continuing to pulse down and seep into Yushijin's bones as the blade got entrapped into the surgically implanted pipes of Roh-D.

The Konohagakure genin grunted in pain and let go of his sword, jumping back as his temporarily disabled hands made him unable to properly defend himself if a response came. And come it did. Roh-D lowered his hands and the air howled in the shape of sound waves getting forcefully sucked into the pipes on the genin's arms before exhaling all that air outside, bashing it against the ground beneath Roh-D's feet and throwing the genin wildly at his opponent, feet forward.

"Sonic Missile Kick!" The surgically enhanced genin roared out, throwing a flying kick that drew influence from the moveset Cloud Wrestling Federation's many talented and acrobatic performers.

Yushijin ducked under the kick, shooting his palms down and deep into the dirt while he threw his knees up, smashing them right into his opponent's back and making his yell out in pain. By this point the chakra augmentations of both combatants were slowly fleeting away, still holding, but more and more blood spraying and bone churning tragic melodies played after each strike and kick.

Right as Roh-D's body flew upwards, thrown by the tremendous force of Yushijin's kick, the Konoha genin shoved his body upwards with a soaring sky-high kick of his own, just to throw his opponent even higher into the air. Before Yushijin's feet connected with Roh-D's spine, playing it with all the subtlety of a wrecking ball playing the piano, the Kumogakure genin turned around rapidly with a swift back elbow strike that smashed his opponent back down into the dirt.

The audience was going mad, this was just the match they wanted to see, two combatants moving at break-neck speeds, stopping just for a brief moment right before they hit their opponent just to accumulate and focus their awesome power and momentum into a more awesome strike. This was just the kind of battle that Roh-D fought against Oto-B in the semifinals, those who have seen it knew that much.

Roh-D released a quick burst of soundwaves out of his pipes, jetting his body down at his opponent who managed to get back to his sword. The dark-skinned powerhouse extended his hand, attempting to grab the face of his opponent and grind it into the ground before firing off his sound jets again to drag his face across the arena. It was such a clearly telegraphed move that Yushijin countered it perfectly, twirling around the large and brimming with youthful vigor appendage of his opponent and throwing a swift slash upwards.

Blood splattered across the sandy ground as Yushijin's sword managed to get past Roh-D's skin and dig shallowly into the genin's flesh. The built up force and momentum of the blade spiraled the brawler up in the air, and Yushijin leaped after his opponent in a mad chase.