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    On the last episode of the Celestial Fist II: The Kraken's Wrath

    The Celestial Fist II (p2)

    /The Dueling Dragons/

    Deep within the woods of Seirei no Shima, the Island of Spirits, there were two figures of impressive stature and power. They moved with a quickness and fervor, the taller of the two slashing at trees as they passed them--they moved erratically but with focus and their focus seemed to be on leaving a bread trail.

    A foolish errand on an island that served as a cage for demons.

    The two held great power and they lacked the fear that came with being powerless. Whether from comfort, confidence or conceit the duo were in their element on the Island of Spirits. They looked young, determined and battle hardened--shaped by a world of violence and destruction. The shinobi world was a callous one and glory often came with gore and was garnished with death. Even then, there was one thing that had shook that world of violence and death and murder and deceit to it's very core.

    The power of the bijuu.

    "We waste time Baekho! We're no quicker to finding Sanshiro and the false dragon! Is that tiger leading you astray?"

    "Nyah! The tiger remains caged Qing-chan! This is a Baekho production! Hee-hee~!"

    "What? But how do you expect to search for these men without the beast's senses?"

    "Ho-ho~! Why so concerned Qing-chan? It's almost out of character!"

    "I'm not concerned about you--I'm concerned about our search!"

    "He-he~! You still don't get it Qing-chan, we're not searching for them..."

    "Then what are we doing?"

    "We're making them search for us!"

    ~~~

    The Fist was on edge.

    The jungle was not the most welcoming of places, Fist was a true city slicker. He enjoyed Konohagakure which remained an iconic metropolis with a small town feel and he vacationed in Metsubishi where the beer was cold, the weather was warm and the women were everything in between. This was of course as far from a vacation as could be and he looked the part as he slashed away the brush with his sword and stared at the shorter caramel skinned man behind him.

    "This some bullshit and shit."

    Battle hadn't effect his speech...

    It had effected his appearance.

    Shirtless and still barring the wings he had grown on the ship that had brought them here, his belt holding his tools and the sheath for his katana, his pants bloodied and dirty. A Leaf headband tied to his forehead. Still, not a bead of sweat coated his body, the Celestial Body regulating his temperature with a natural and instinctual skill. His mind was working much harder than his body...

    Masakage had dared Sanshiro to come to Spirit Island, he had dared him to stop the mad man from turning his own unborn child to a demon vessel. The Sanada enemy was far too chaotic to be trusted with that power and his vested interest in the destruction of his kin made this a personal mission for Fist. Hitoko, a Sennin from Sand, had vowed to assist Fist in bringing an end to his traitorous uncle's scheme.

    The Dragon Emperor had called Masakage's bluff just as willing as The Fist had.

    It was only after facing the Jinchuriki Huyen Vu that Fist began to think, in the refuges and corners of his mind, that perhaps he was in over his head. Perhaps it had been foolish to simply walk into his enemies trap.

    But did he know any other way but to face what was in front of him with a tenacity and resolve that could ignite a bottle rocket and send it to the moon? Hitoko was of a similar ilk.

    If you were gonna fight, you should do it with a dragon at your side and you should do it all the way.

    "You see that ahead? Those claw marks--third of the sae type I've seen, that's a trail if I ever saw one...which, uh, I think I just did and shit."

    He blinked uneasily.

    He sheathed his blade, his wings stretched...

    "You feelin' lucky Dragon?"


    MEMBER OF THE MUTHAFUCKIN' YEAR!
    Don of the Sanada Family
    Leaf & Grass Lieutenant



    Let's end the speculation, I'm talkin' to all of y'all
    Males shouldn't be jealous, that's a female trait
    What, you mad �cause you push dimes and he sell weight?
    Y'all don't know my expenses, I gotta buy bigger plates
    Hehehe, and more baggies � why you all aggie?
    Homie, respect the game, that should be it
    What you eat don't make me shit; where's the love?




  • #2
    reset your stage usages, Fist-kun?What happened to conserving chakra?disarmreasonThe Dragon Emperor for no reason, after all.

    So, when The Fist pointed out the claw marks on their path, Hitoko took the lead with the jovial passion of an explorer. With precise movements the dreadlocked man pushed aside vines and tangled thickets while babbling about the concept of the term komorebiFeeling lucky, you say, Fist-kun?pairImpressive,falseWhaaaaaa~aaaat? Yes, yes, very, very impressive, impressive! But ByakkoSeiryu speaks a different prophecy...

    ...be on
    on your guard, Fist-kunAre these your type?

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    • #3
      "I don't got no type Dragon, you already know the type of chicks I like," Fist said with an immature grin, "Well, there was Yuko, Yuka, Fuka and Fuko," he paused for a moment, "Yukiko, Tetsumi, Megumi, Mayoko," he rubbed his chin, "Tomoka, Orika, Ama, Katsumi, Mitsuko..."

      He nodded slowly...

      "Well, we can't forget Kiyoko," he gripped his sword, "These bitches ain't nuthin' to me!"

      The Fist grinned at the women who seemed to look at him with a sort of skepticism--the field was open, there was no place to hide and that rule applied both to the Jinchuriki as it did to the Sennin of Sand and the Jounin of Leaf. Sanshiro gripped his blade, but he walked forward with a certain calm to his posture, one hand on the sword, an old samurai trick taught by his samurai master.

      The other hand raised up, non-threateningly.

      "Before we fight, I'd like to simply put this out there," he spoke uneasily, "This is a Sanada struggle, it ain't yours. You don't have to fight and die for Masakage's cause and shit, he's only using y'all as tools and shit!"

      "As if Konohagakure and Sunagakure are any more noble? The shinobi world have been using our kind as weapons for years! Masakage would at least have us play a role in it!"

      "Leaf and Sand ain't here..."

      "Ho~ho! And what would you call yourselves? Just random actors in this play, nyah! Foolish! Leaf and Sand send their biggest and most powerful dogs to deal with the Shiseiju! You'll find the tiger cares not for the barkings of shinobi mongrels!"

      Fist simply looked down towards the ground, trying to find words to say--the shinobi world wasn't a pure one, but he knew it was more noble than guerilla warfare and terrorism. There were plenty of noble shinobi with honorable hearts and peaceful dreams. For centuries people with bloodlines or demons bound to them had been treated differently. Fist couldn't let that world view gain root.

      He saw things in black and white...

      His naivette and innocence still remained even after all the blood on his hands.

      "Move aside and let us pass," he said finally unsheathing his blade, "Or suffer the same fate as your comrade. I swear on everythin' I muthafuckin' love--I ain't letting you and Masakage get away with this shit."

      He flapped his wings...

      "There are plenty of people to be fucked with," he spat, "I am not one."

      MEMBER OF THE MUTHAFUCKIN' YEAR!
      Don of the Sanada Family
      Leaf & Grass Lieutenant



      Let's end the speculation, I'm talkin' to all of y'all
      Males shouldn't be jealous, that's a female trait
      What, you mad �cause you push dimes and he sell weight?
      Y'all don't know my expenses, I gotta buy bigger plates
      Hehehe, and more baggies � why you all aggie?
      Homie, respect the game, that should be it
      What you eat don't make me shit; where's the love?



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      • #4
        Ama?recognizedThe woman with the hidden blades?I guess all dogs do go to heaven, huh?the dragon and the tigerexchangedvery same timeShinteki Kencho is what schools of martial thought called it, listening with the spirithearing minds through dripping fists.

        This subtle, yet spectacular, revelation of mental eye contactA moment, Fist-kun.moreThe Four Saint Beasts, you say...word they used to describe their unit, ShiseijuThe Tiger...the Dragon...and the Tortoise.the tortoiseIs that who she was speaking to?To the friendDo not speak her name!You know nothing of our dream!Yes, but I know a great deal about sacrifice.worth the adversity.Qing Long, prepared !?

        Fist-kun, ready?

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        • #5
          Ryuujin-Fu?

          Is this Jinchuriki from Leaf?


          Underneath his sunglasses the Leaf savant studied the opponents before him with a veterans mindset. Only seventeen years breathing, his demeanor said more and his body had been through thousands of battles without a scar. Training and breeding--the reason he thought he might make it to retirement and also what he planned on doing in retirement. They had guided him this far and even faced with the monsters of legend he hoped they would guide him further yet.

          He nodded towards The Dragon Emperor, wordlessly communicating his will to the Sennin in a way that only those bonded by blood and battle could do. Jinchuriki were powerful and conventional wisdom and his usual tactic of overwhelming strength wasn't conducive, not yet. He needed to bring these women to their brinks before snuffing them out. His repertoire of techniques was large, he needed to see what they could do before knowing what he should do.

          He knew where he would start: all war was mental.

          "The trademark of the Konoha style of illusions," he said bringing his blade to eye level, horizontal across his body and bending his knees to lower his center of gravity, "Fear of the unknown, paranoia, and a general sense of imbalance--I apologize and shit."

          It was Sanshiro's versatility that made him a true force in his home country. He had mastered taijutsu, genjutsu, ninjutsu, summoning and the sword. He had gone even further than that and had blended his chakra into his taijutsu--where the gap had been largest between him and Hitoko in their last meeting.

          Fist hadn't taken the Sennin's task lightly, he had done nothing but train, day in and day out in preparation for a rematch. He didn't want to show off all his moves to Hitoko straight out...competitive advantage and all.

          But sometimes the circumstance demanded as such.

          "What are you blathering about boy?"

          Qing-Long also assumed a stance, her palms forward almost like Jyuuken or Ekitai-Kenfu...but not. His own training in Fuuton made him notice a shift in the wind as she motioned her palms and inhaled and exhaled--Huyen Vu had commanded water.

          So this must be Fire and Air...

          If I believed in the Gods, I'd think they gotta sense of humor and shit.


          The Jinchuriki were container to demons but Fist feared them not. His sword chased devils, he didn't run from them.

          "I was sayin' sorry and shit because this has been a ruse," he disappeared into a flock of crows which surrounded the area, and fluttered and cawed and hid the young Sanada, "You've already been caught in my web yo!"

          He blew a kiss to Qing-Long and Baehko both...

          And as such that darkness descended unto the Jinchuriki, prepared to slash and cut his way to insight.

          Last edited by Bukowski; 04-07-2019, 11:17 AM.

          MEMBER OF THE MUTHAFUCKIN' YEAR!
          Don of the Sanada Family
          Leaf & Grass Lieutenant



          Let's end the speculation, I'm talkin' to all of y'all
          Males shouldn't be jealous, that's a female trait
          What, you mad �cause you push dimes and he sell weight?
          Y'all don't know my expenses, I gotta buy bigger plates
          Hehehe, and more baggies � why you all aggie?
          Homie, respect the game, that should be it
          What you eat don't make me shit; where's the love?



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          • #6
            Wait, Fist-kun.Ganjou Taikiratherinterestingvanished from within the realm of his awareness. Speaking in terms of Maaidistance of engagementToma) to short distance (Chikama) quicker than he anticipated. It was akin to a tigerdragonflow of the snap kick into a back spring flip. Inverted once more, her legs shot out twice. One with an axe kick, which Hitoko side stepped, and the second tracking where he maneuvered to deliver a side kick, which Hitoko dispersed by matching the impact with the classic Ekitai-Kenfu wing blockKaton: Housenka no Jutsu | Fire Element: Mythical Fire Flower Technique

            And from fiery lips emerged an orchestra of fire, spewed toward adversaries and friends alike.


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            • #7
              "Damn it Baekho! What happened to a united front?"

              Qing-Long didn't have time to chastise her partner as she soon was enveloped by the offensive assault of The Fist. The Onigokko style of kenjutsu was primarily a speed based one, though it was not the fastest in the land, the Initiate style made him appear a full three feet away from his current location and that was on top of him being covered by the illusion of the crows. His slashes were precise and efficient, his own offense a hurricane within a typhoon sparked by a volcano.

              "You ain't got time to worry 'bout your friend--I ain't fuckin' stuck fightin' you and shit, you're stuck fighting me!"

              His style was impetuous...

              However Qing-Long's defense was impregnable.

              Every crow's beak was slapped away and her own hands seemed to be deft with the freedom and agility of the wind--but coarse and bloodied often. This Dragon had claws. Twenty-five slashes with Fist's sword were parried twenty-five times, her body shifting and twisting but her hands and eyes remaining focused. Huyen-Vu had been meditative, her eyes closed nearly the entirety of their battle...

              Qing-Long was meticulous and her eyes were wide open, staying focused on The Fist, after the twenty-fifth blow, she spun and thrust her own palm forward a gale of wind exiting her hand.

              Kashirajishou: Hakuryokujishou!!

              An ethereal palm followed and increased in size massively before crashing into Sanshiro and knocking him down and backward, his sword the only thing keeping him from his ass, skidding on the ground to keep him on his knees.

              "Kai!"

              Oh fuck you and shit!

              It was then he noticed Baekho in the air and familiar hand seals, one he had been doing since he was twelve--Housenka. A familiar tool, now being used against him...

              Oh fuck me and shit.

              A ball of flame and then another went towards him and much like how Qing-Long had responded to his Genjutsu--he punched them both. The power of Seido Kobushi easily destroying the flame at the force of his fist. He was stronger than he appeared and more skilled than his age suggested...it would take more than Housenka to stop him.

              "Dragon! Let's trade! Fire can't fuckin' touch me!"

              Qing-Long however, weaving through the flames set forth by Baekho had different plans and she was at Fist's face with a shocking speed. Four blows to the ribs and two to the chest rocked the Sanada, he didn't feel pain--but he did see stars. She was hitting him hard.

              "I'm the only Dragon you need to worry about," she spat, "You're stuck fighting me, not the other way around!"

              "Damn girl, get your own insults and shit! You just jackin' my whole flow there!"

              Another blow, this time to the chin.

              "Shut up boy!"

              Last edited by Bukowski; 04-09-2019, 09:06 PM.

              MEMBER OF THE MUTHAFUCKIN' YEAR!
              Don of the Sanada Family
              Leaf & Grass Lieutenant



              Let's end the speculation, I'm talkin' to all of y'all
              Males shouldn't be jealous, that's a female trait
              What, you mad �cause you push dimes and he sell weight?
              Y'all don't know my expenses, I gotta buy bigger plates
              Hehehe, and more baggies � why you all aggie?
              Homie, respect the game, that should be it
              What you eat don't make me shit; where's the love?



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              • #8
                Baekho's body twisted in rapid succession.

                Corkscrew falling into a baby-freezescent all together, which was concerning.

                is that?Behind !?

                Elevating with a clean hop and pivot, the Jinchuuriki garbed in pink attire arched into a half-moon back kick, an ember heel splitting the air in two, but meeting nothing. Utilizing her acrobatic nature, the woman adjusted while in air, throwing her body into a cartwheel motion as a means to follow the flow of her initial action. Inverting once more, her body flexed as she placed a hand onto the ground, finding herself in the L-KickYes, that, right there. Such supreme command of yourself even when your balance is lostsomething knocked her arm out of its stationary position. Where many may have panicked, Baekho adjusted. Being swept off her handTime to flesh him out!

                She exhaled danger:

                Katon: Hidora no Jutsu | Fire Element: Hydra Technique

                Blossoming from her revolving form, sculpted from a single stream of ignited breath, arrived three large hydras that twisted and turned with her orbit. The bright flames encircled the woman, creating a small barrier of spinning fire that singed the grass surrounding her as it towered upward. Steering her propulsion to get back onto her feet, Baekho crouched low in a wide stance, maintaining the current of cardinal wildfire that spewed from her frame.

                what !?

                At high velocity, she witnessed him, breaking through the layered ring of fire leaven snakes that fortified her position. Or, to say that she saw him was a tale woven in deceit. By the time she even realized that he was in front of her, his saffron hued form cutting through fabrics of flames that danced by as he split right throughTodorokishou | Pounding Palm

                Air thinned around the two, accumulating within his hands.

                It felt suffocating, almost.

                Seiryu Soudou Tsume | Azure Dragon Double Pulsating Talon
                Drive | 30

                Last edited by Hitoko; 04-18-2019, 05:41 AM.

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