Tales of a Ninja Magician: Of Games of Body and Soul

Rejects VS Nobodies

While the strength of the breaching sunlight through the ending winter clouds was nothing to note, even if for a fraction of a moment in time, the rogues noticed Hanasaku's figure dimming it out. The heaven piercing slam of Hanasaku's fist aimed at the weakest looking member – the creepy and pale, crazy hairdo rogue while the others scattered.

Coming from above, there was little to nothing Hanasaku could have done about her speed. She was as fast as gravity permitted her to be, in this case, too slow to crush her opponent from the get-go. That would have been a very good start to this assault but the woman merely flattened the ground where she aimed her strike, making it quake for miles around but generally managing to contain her strength without causing cosmic consequences. Something that was frequently a worry when Hanasaku was involved in a scuffle of any kind.

The creepy rogue, who was the target of Hanasaku's attack grinned at the miscalculated attack of his opponent. That was an amateurish mistake of someone who has never met Chestnut Hanasaku, a woman whose power was defined by her own poor understanding of the laws of the world in which she lived.

Two more copies of Hanasaku materialized from thin air in front and behind the rogue throwing a forceful cross his way. The body of the pale rogue shifted around like jelly. A rather gruesome sight, knowing that a living body was moving in such a manner. The shifting and twitching corpse then erupted into a bloody puddle, as if his body threw up its insides on the outside in a strangely implosive manner. The remains of the corpse liquefied in flames as every smallest drop turned to water before soaking the ground beneath it in an instant.

"I thought we told Hanasaku-sens..." Meiko spoke up surprised that her mentor could still use that ability when she accidentally had lost it during a training session when the team explained to Hanasaku that it was impossible to be at multiple places at once.

"Shhh..." Kiyomi hissed. "I think she forgot that. I can't believe there's a loophole like this in her abilities..."

"You did not need to cover for me with your clone, Hihei. You're the leader of our group." The man who was the original target of Hanasaku's before his body was substituted with an Elemental clone of his comrade spoke up.

"What are you talking about, man? If you die the Uchiha loses its worth to us so chill out." The man referred to as Hihei, a poncho-wearing man of western, Land of the Wind, descent spoke up. His tone was mellow and slow while his movements and techniques were anything but. Given that Hanasaku was pretty much as fast as she wanted to be out of ignorance, outracing her with cloning and substitution techniques was a notable sign of the man's strength.

"Oh well, those two got us into a real pickle!" the little dark skinned girl with the flowery headband placed her hands on her hips while leaning in an imposing manner towards the two rogues that attacked Meiko previously.

A pair of kunai flew in from the forest side, coming at the tall brawler who was among the pair that attacked Team Hokage previously. The man took a wild leap backward, avoiding the kunai entirely while keeping his eyes on the dark cover of the woods. Meiko appeared from the upper layer of the trees, leaping out with a flurry of shuriken covering her movements and forcing the man to move aside to avoid the cloud of shuriken flying his way.

By the time that the rogue heard the steel wire snapping sound it was too late. The dispensers Meiko placed in the cover of the woods unleashed a storm of senbon needles rushing at the man. The first kunai were merely meant to extend a line of wire attached to them to the other side, whereas the covering shuriken severed it on purpose to activate the dispensers. The brawler lit up his armor in blueish chakra flares cloaking it and protecting himself from harm. All senbon bounced off of him like sewing needles hitting a brick wall.