Tales of a Ninja Magician: Of Journeys We Make

A Violent Upbringing Warrants a Violent Fall

A thick tree whirled from the outside area into the small, simulated street corner, smashing into and right through the fake café and raising a thunderous ruckus. Baiso walked in scratching his head, he was sure that he aimed for the dandy-looking magician but she was nowhere to be seen. He didn't even see her dodge.

"Took you long enough, dipstick," Joshipa let out a rough grumble still lying on the floor and lacking strength to move. "You better scram, Mana's not your type of opponent."

"I ain't runnin' from nobody who dresses like an attendant of some kind..." Baiso growled, throwing his gaze around in a desperate attempt to pick up on something even remotely Mana-looking.

A little, fuzzy, white rabbit hopped out from the wreckage of the café. Baiso leaned down to look at its pretty, red eyes as he sniffed his nose that drooled with blood and picked rubble out of his wild hair. The little mammal looked up with a lovely stare, almost hypnotizing the half-sitting powerhouse enough to distract him from handfuls upon handfuls of white bunnies hopping out from all over the area, flooding the place.

"What the...?" Baiso looked around. His confusion turned to wonder when white furballs began washing like a tsunami wave from over the café he just wrecked. The brute covered up and braced for impact as the wave of bunnies washed at him, rubbing their fluffy and soft bodies against him in ridiculous masses as the entire war game square became filled with rabbits.

"What are you doing?" Joshipa muttered with a weak voice that somehow still retained her usual sting.

"You fought that chick, didn't you? What do those rabbits do?" Baiso growled as he began shoving and kicking the rabbits aside but his brute force appeared to have little effect on the hairy predicament he found himself in.

"What rabbits?" Joshipa wondered before cringing. It didn't take long for the beaten Allied Ninja upperclassman to realize what was going on.

"If you're here, that means you beat someone and got the objective, right?" Mana's voice finally reached Baiso as the magician sat atop of a stray, horizontal steel bar sticking out from the totaled café.

"Stop hassling me!" Baiso roared out, smacking his fists together and sending a resonating shockwave throughout the field, decimating the bunnies like an ethereal vision as well as the faux image of Mana seated before him. The brute turned around to the direction of the magician's grunts to refocus his rising wrath to.

"Yeah, it took me a while to kick that angry brat's ass, he has an allergy for going down, it seems... Let's see if you share that team spirit..." Baiso cracked his knuckles as he began slowly approaching Mana while she picked herself off of the ground. She had Baiso in her illusion before but she needed some intel out of him, she should've detonated it immediately...

"C'mere!" Baiso snarled as he tried scooping Mana off her feet and into his grip but Mana hopped straight to his blindside with a backfoot stomp at the side of his knees. The brute growled in pain and fell to one knee. With stiff kicks aimed right at Baiso's busted face, Mana began reducing the bruiser down to something she could interrogate.

It took more kicks to the face of the kneeling brawler than she'd have liked to admit but after more of them than Mana could count to, the tough guy looked wobbly and his mean-looking nose looked even worse than it did when he walked in. The bloody drool reached all the way to the ground and it didn't look like Baiso tried to hard to close his eyes to restrict the blood from his cracked forehead from disrupting his vision.

He didn't need to talk, Mana grabbed hold of the bruiser's temples and began probing him mentally. It didn't take too long to see flashes of a pathetic looking mannequin inside of a rundown prison cell. Baiso must have viewed the brawl between him and Endo highly as various violent images and recollection of pain which the giant seemed to glorify were still fresh in his mind and the bruiser didn't shy away from them nor did he try to shelter these memories from Mana.