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Old 04-20-2018, 01:20 PM   #1
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The Sajime and Sanada clan plan a merger, plotting to marry off their two hot-shot jounin to each other...but no one told the Fist or Sasa about these plans! Letting off some steam, they decided to know each other the only way they knew how...through their ninja way!

A large metal bat flew through the air. Literally called a metal stick, or kanabo, it was a piece of beautifully wrought wood threatening with metal studs all down the striking surface, leather wrapping down the handle. The unique modification for shinobi work was a ring at the end, a bit like a kunai. Sahori caught it neatly in the middle of it’s spinning arc, the sound of her hand against the leather handle echoing through the now hushed arena. There was a saying-- giving a kanabo to an oni, warning not to give an advantage to your opponent.

Did that make the pink-faced Sahori a demon, then?

Byakko!” She called. The white-haired woman brushed her hair with the back of her hand as she hopped up onto the arena, shifting with a shimmering light until she revealed her true form – that of a mammoth white tiger. This uttered a few cheers from Sahori’s fans in the audience, but overall the mood was somber. Byakko was, according to rumor, a goddess only playing at mortality, after all.

That large bat came swinging down to Sahori’s open palm, as she patted it a few times. Each strike was enough to shake the dust around her feet, reverberating like heavy bass.

Alright, Fist,” The words dripped out of her mouth like honey. “Let’s not destroy my little arena here, okay?

Like rotten honey, anyway.

The pair stood across from each other in a square battle arena, made of clay-tiles and four pillars on each corner. Across the outside were Iwagakure shinobi spectators and medical teams, and beyond that still were trees and koi ponds --- and all of it was inside an internal courtyard of the massive Sajime castle, which itself was inside the massive Sajime clangrounds...inside the relatively modest Iwagakure.

Sahori brought her bat down one final time, so that it rested at an angle from her body, cracking the clay tile underneath it. Someone in the audience whooped a cry of support.

Let’s see that nindo!
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Well, it always end up with me fightin' people, doesn't it?

You sure you even want to get married? First doin' all this Sanada nonsense and then embarrassing her and her countrymen on their home court...what first impression?

Ain't that the point though? You don't know what you want?

Shut up inner self! I'm a bastion of stability and consistency!

Suuuuuuuuuuuuure.


No matter what the situation or how he had gotten himself into it, Fist was forced to adapt and as Sahori came unto the scene with her bat and her handmaid transformed into a big ass tiger...Fist found himself finally realizing that he had to take things a bit more seriously and that would require more mobility than he had when facing the Chuunin earlier.

"Now, now, now Sasa-chan," Fist waved his finger, "Don't be rude, I won the last match, so I get to decide when we start this one--don't rush me...it ain't cute."

He brought his hand to the flak jacket and unzipped it before shrugging it off and then working his way out of the black undershirt until he stood, sword sheathed and shirtless again, that perfect Sanada physique honed with years of military and Gouken training. Seventeen years old, still growing, but already in peak physical condition out of necessity...

A testament not to the Sanada, not to Konoha but to the way of the shinobi in general.

"I won't destroy this place, but I won't go full out either--I don't expect the same courtesy, in fact, I'm betting on forcing you to go full out on me before the end of this pow-wow," he was focusing his chakra to his bare back and went to his knees seemingly out of strain, he kept his eyes on Sasa and Byako the entire time, "Hope you don't mind me getting a little animal out here as well, right? I mean, only right to give my dear wife to be the full Sanada treatment and shit."

Massive wings, brown feathered and each six feet long, capable of supporting the full weight of the Eagle Summoner. Green eyes stared as the wings folded into themselves but seemed to be ready to be launched up at a moments notice...Fist had very good flight instructors--the eagles themselves.

"I'm ready," he brought out a palm and faced it towards himself while his other hand unsheathed his sword, banging it on the ground of the arena a few times before raising it up in a guarded positions, "I'll let you attack first, lest you feeling brave, eh Sasa-chan?"

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Is it possible for this cocky little shit to be any more annoying?

Sasa could feel her eyebrow twitching involuntarily from the stress of the situation. As the little boy transformed in front of her, she could feel that revulsion growing in her throat again. The Sanada bloodline was terrifying, like something out of a bad comic book. Bones growing before muscles, flesh attaching to skin...it was like watching a dissection in reverse. The sound was even unsettling. If this guy wasn’t such a skilled ninja he’d have plenty of work as a circus freak. The Sajime girl moved a few steps forward with her bat trailing behind her, to get a better look.

Wings. The little shit could fly too? There wasn’t anything not horrifying by that realization. Creepy little batchildren, growing in her womb...nope. Nope. There had to be a way out of this contract. There wasn’t any time to be distracted by the heavy realization of the situation Grandfather hard put her in, though – Iwagakure pride was on the line.

You haven’t earned the right to call me Sasa, much less complain about cuteness!” She practically spat at him.

Situation was dire. She had let pride and an overwhelming sense of apprehension challenge Sanshiro to a ninja kumite. But he was strong, and he had the added benefit of that bloodline. Now she had to figure out how to take out a more powerful opponent, one on one, when she’s always been support. Her hand was relatively lacking, compared to all the different skills Sanshiro had already showed off. Some form of genjutsu, an explosive taijutsu, and a body modifying bloodline. It wasn’t uncommon for weaker ninja to succeed over stronger ones, Sahori knew that better than anyone – but she’d have to survive whatever he could throw out while she tried to make a plan.

Time to operate.

First, to determine how fast he was with those extra appendages on his back. She started to move, shifting her body and tossing her weight to the side, as she fanned out her arm to release three kunai in a staggered formation – one after the other after the other. Each had a paper bomb attached to a string, attached to the ring handle. She wasn’t a specialist or anything, but throwing knives was a pretty basic ninja skill. One aimed directly for his chest, the other two a bit short and to the left and right. Limiting his maneuverability to jumping would let her see those wings in action...unless his Celestial Body let him casually ignore things like explosive trauma.

Byakko fell in line behind her, her large tiger body matching the jounin for speed. The second part of the plan was simple enough – he’d probably jump or pass by her explosive volley, and counter attack. No reason to try and see what he’d launch at her, considering how quickly he had taken out her chuunin honorguard. A few handseals, and she slapped her hands down on the ground. Doton was unparalleled in defensive arts.

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E-Tags?

Well, follow the money I guess.


As the kunai flew to him in a staggered motion Fist did not even both changing his position, immediately snapping his finger and with three firecracker like *snaps* the kunai and their parchment attached exploded a few feet before they reached The Fist--smoke and flame billowing through the area.

Chaos, as said before and to be said a hundred times again, was Sanshiro's first and most practiced jutsu. Everything from his loud mouth to his constant healing and relentless pace was meant to invoke chaos and force opponents into making mistakes due to the pumping of adrenaline. The explosions had aided in this but even the usage of Katon's rudimentary cinder technique was just as much practical as it was psychological...

If you made it look easy even when it took incredible amounts of skill...

It tends to put people on edge.

"You gotta be better than that Sasa-chan,"

In an instant he was on the move towards her, moving with a degree of measure and speed that seemed otherworldly--he had not taken to the air yet and he wouldn't until completely needed, instead he was seeking to get in close and neutralize Sasa's offense with the quickness. There was a lot to keep track of--the tiger, potential jutsu, genjutsu, explosions and most of all doing this while keeping something resembling restraint and keeping the arena in tact.

That would make Dad happy...

Wedding off but now the clan is workin' for the Sajime for the next fifty years to pay back the construction of the arena.


As he approached the Sajime businesswoman turned deadly kunoichi (or was that reversed?), she completed hand seals with a shocking amount of speed before a stone wall coated in a shimmering glittering dust sprouted out in front of Sanshiro.

"Cute wall," he grunted and cocked back his right arm, "Be a shame if someone...PUNCHED THE SHIT OUTTA IT!"

And so that's what The Fist did, slinging his fist right into the raised wall and turning it into dust and debris in a moment. Precision Fist? Natural strength? It was tough to say...

But Sajime Sahori would need to come with more if she wanted to withstand the Fist.
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This guy talks way too much.

It seemed like he couldn’t breathe without exhaling some nonsense or an other. She couldn’t let it get inside her head – that loudmouth tactic of getting your opponent emotional had some psychological effect. What was more terrifying was his pinpoint precision of katon, disrupting her explosives in midair before they had a chance to find their target. He had to perfectly match their speed and trajectory, and catch each directly on the note with his firecracker-like technique. That was troubling, but that gave Sahori some information she didn’t have before. He’s gotta be a ninjutsu specialist. That means that explosive technique he used on the chuunin had to be Precision Fist. That made sense...wasn’t the originator of that style a Hokage, as well? So, some sorta genjutsu, katon style ninjutsu, and that bloodline. What’s more, he was a bit faster on the draw than she was, so surprising him with her own taijutsu shouldn’t do. This was gonna be tough.

Byakko, White Tiger of the West, leaped over the back of Sajime Sahori with a powerful bound, her claws threatening like spears, raking at the Fist with her bestial strength. As the diamond dust of her doton shield shattered away underneath Fist’s monstrous attack, the pair – Sasa and her beast companion – were in great form, their practiced combination a terrifying example of years of practice – as soon as the Ram’s Head shield went down, Byakko’s claws were passing through the same exact space. Sahori rolled backwards to her feet, effectively swapping places with the tiger, her taijutsu specialty and massive body acting to obscure her movements.

More handseals, and the clay title between her and the White Tiger sprang to twisted life. Four Shisa, temple guardian lion-dogs, exploded from behind the tiger, creating a five-pronged beast animal attack on the Fist’s position. Sasa let out an exhale, rebalancing her internal chakra, and hunched down into a crouched position to take advantage of the cover of all the animals in front of her. That teleport like speed he used on the chuunin...she was assuming it was a genjutsu, but maybe there was something else in play. Not to mention the classic replacement technique. She was already prepping herself for that speed.

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Fuck!

Always getting yourself in these crazy ass situations...

Don't pretend you don't like it.


Inner monologue aside, Sanshiro did not have time as the Tiger of the West launched her claws towards him as he burst through the barrier put up by Sasa--a normal man may have been scared of the Tiger but Fist was hardly a normal man. Quicker than in his demonstration to Sahori earlier his arm found itself transformed into a sword, flesh turned steel, both the sword-arm and the sword he had in his other hand twisting and parrying the tigers blow as Sanshiro dashed backwards for moment--grinding his swords on the arena floor.

More noise...

More attention on the blades...

Hands were sprouting out of his rib cage, long limbed arms that were soon locked in hand seals as the two swords (created and gifted) danced in anticipation.

1...2...3...4...5...6...

Great...he can count.

Dad is that you?

Heh. He can joke as well--shouldn't you be putting the calculator away, you're in the middle of a fight.

Just tryin' to do the math Me.

We'll be here all day.


The wings outstretched themselves now and three flaps sent gusts of wind dashing towards Sahori and her new found army. Fist was smiling uneasily, trying to figure out a way out of this situation before finally succumbing to it and deciding to just let it ride out. He was already giving a lot to Sahori in terms of restraint, he would not be giving her anymore advantages.

"Y'know, for such a strong independent Iwa-Kunoichi," he said with a degree of seriousness, "You really need a lotta back up for some...what was it? Fifteen year old brat from Konoha?"

And with that Sanshiro took to the air and floating above the arena and above Sahori's chakra bound and created gang with his wings flapping with little effort. His one sword arm poised for combat, his regular sword hanging lazily on his side and his two sprouted arms linked up in the form of a hand seal.

"Where you gonna take me to dinner after this? If I'm quick maybe we can get lunch instead," he giggled, "If you're gonna bring your whole synchornized swimming team you're definitely gonna have to be the one paying. Shouldn't be a problem, right? You gotta have a silver spoon for each of us with a gold to match!"

Okay, so now he was being mean, taunting her from up above...

Or maybe he was just buying time to complete hand seals.

"You're thinking awfully hard down there Sasa-chan!", he shouted, "I think I see a wrinkle all the way up here!"

No, definitely just being mean.

OOC: Advanced Metamorphosis and Evolution! One arm is a sword, two arms outta his rib cage linked up for hand seals.
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Stars above, you sure do bitch a lot for a little boy,” She said, double checking the positioning of her chakra constructs. “I’m amazed you can focus on your own bruised ego with how much you spend muttering to yourself.

There was a twist of shimmering light as Byakko shifted back into her humanoid form, spear twisted and couched in her elbow as she looked up directly at the flying Fist. She pointed her finger, lazily, like a child pointing out what they wanted from a shelf. Meanwhile, Sahori tossed a flashbang overhead, keeping her eyes down on the tile of the arena. With Byakko pointing at where she thought the Fist was, and Sahori focusing on the shadow, she could determine exactly what type of technique the Fist was using for that seemingly impossible speed.

‘cause he sure as hell wasn’t fast enough to teleport if his only response to a pack of construct ninjutsu was to fly away. If it was a test of genjutsu she knew a little bit -- enough to know that a show off probably used his body as a trigger. Byakko could let her know immediately of any weird effects coming from the boy, as well as his positioning---while Sahori focused on the shadows on the arena floor. It was a haphazard tactic, at best--but she had to find out the secret to that speed.

I’ve never known a man to complain so much that a woman didn’t want to be forced to be next to him,” She said, shifting her stance and performing more handseals. “I don’t know why the Sanada brought a little boy!

She finished her handseals, and assuming the Fist was as eager to look at her as he was desperate for her to look at him, her illusion would be complete – dozens on dozens of identical clones populating the arena, to further increase her advantage in numbers.

Temporarily, at least.

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"Was that trash talk?", he grinned, "I dunno about wiggling on top of you but it certainly seems I'm rubbin' off on you Darling."

But and to her credit this time, Fist actually paid for talking shit with being completely unprepared for the flash bang and as it exploded to create a multitude of shadows (he had a Nara teammate, Fist knew the real purpose of flash bangs)--Fist actually fell a few feet before regaining control of his flight again and seeing purple dots in front of his eyes.

"Waaaaaaaaah!", he faked cried as he shook his head and stretched one of his chest arms to rub them, "Oba-Sasa-san hurt me!"

Maybe he had hit a nerve? Fist didn't know what the nerve was which was the unhelpful side effect when you spoke the relentless amount of shit that Sanshiro did. Was it calling her old? Maybe saying that she had a silver spoon? Was it saying that he was fifteen and noting how cheap clones and summons were as a strategy? Or how having her pet tiger join the fight was also kinda fucked up odds? There was certainly a lot for Sahori to be upset about...

Maybe it was Fist's repeated insistance on calling her Sasa after she protested?

She shouldn't be so mad...

She's only ever called me Fist sarcastically.


Well, if Sasa had degraded from poised and talented and skilled and cultured and elegant and all sorts of other superlatives to Fist's level where she was spewing curse words and juvenile insults--then it could only mean one thing and one thing only.

It was time for Fist to attack.

More clones?

It won't be enough...

So like it or not...she is my betrothed...

This is our first meeting...

It'd be rude to not bring flowers. Momma didn't raise me not to be courteous to da ladies.


Sanshiro, still above the landscape swooped downwards towards the arena, his extra hands completing familiar hand seals with what seemed to be a new found speed--as he neared close to Sasa and her beasts (the tiger now transformed to a pretty hot chick but that was definitely dinner conversation as opposed to combat conversation, Shinobi Etiquette Rule #333). Sanshiro did not care and was now not the time to be thinking or strategizing...

Some problems were just handled by firepower.

He exhaled his breath and six massive flame fists engulfed nearly the entirety of the arena, Fist coming out the end of them like a dragon or perhaps a very evil radioactive firefly.

It wouldn't be enough to destroy the arena...

Or end his engagement.

But he wondered, deep down in his soul, whether his newly found to be loud mouthed Fiance would be more pig like with her skin heavily pinked.

He floated above the arena once his attack was done and the flames would die down, his grating, barely out of adolscence voice filling the area...

"You alright down there Sajime? Wanna call it quits?"

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Katon Yurika no Jutsu (Fire Element: Fire Lily Technique)
Description: Comparable to the Katon Housenka no Jutsu but different still, this technique is obviously kept within only the most seasoned shinobi of the Leaf. Breathing in and expanding their lungs to an almost impossible size, the user breaths out gigantic fireballs (of comparable make and strength of the Katon Goukakyu). A highly draining technique, it more than makes up for the chakra consumption in potency. Entire engagements have both started and ended with this one technique, easily felling multiple enemies in one ferocious attack.
- 28 Power: Can create six separate fireballs.
- 27 Reserves: Can be used three times a thread.
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"The child breathes fire!"

"Must have caught his nerve! Protect the ninja!"

There was shouts of fear as people noticed exactly what it was the flying harpy of a teenage boy was up to, has his chest expanded to almost comical levels with one of the most deadly katon ninjutsu in the world. Sahori and Byakko didn't know the exact technique -- but anyone who had worked alongside the Hidden Leaf Village was familiar with that to expect when one of their chest cavities suddenly expanded with a surge of chakra.

Sahori and Byakko formed handseals in unison, suddenly exploding into multiples of themselves, these clones jumping into the air in a web like pattern to catch the fireballs above the arena, to detonate them on impact. The Iwagakure chuunin that had been spectating mostly dove for cover on the ground, but Sahori and her companion stood in the middle of the arena, staring upwards at the explosion.

For a moment, it was if the sky was made out of thick, orange fire--a low ceiling of oppressive, immediate heat. Sahori felt her eyes dry out from the force of the fire and her hair threatened to singe. But instead of succumbing, she stared up, waiting for the boy to be visible again. There were shouts of confusion and pain from the audience caught in the heat and shock wave from such a massive technique.

"Yeah, I'm calling it quits, little boy. We're absolutely done here." She narrowed her eyes at him. Soot and smoldering embers clung to her clothing. Her arena and its clay tiles were mostly cratered from hot debris in the explosion. Her soldiers were dazed.

"How dare you? Are you trying to kill somebody? This is kumite! A ninja who doesn't know his own strength is a liability!"

"I'll gather the medical teams." Byakko mentioned, as she already started to head off the side of the arena.

Sahori made a noise of appreciation but continued to stare up at the flapping wings of the Fist.

She knew he was a child, but she didn't know he was an idiot. Power like that...in the hands of an immature show-off. The ninja world was becoming more terrifying every day...and she was feeding into his twisted ego.

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Shit...

You forgot where you were...

This is a diplomatic issue. It's bigger than me proving...whatever, that I ain't fifteen to some crazy broad from Stone.

But she ain't just a crazy broad, is she? And you can't shake that feeling.

And what feeling is that Oh Wise and Powerful Inner Fist?

That this is the rest of your life. You've been trying to sabotage it since the beginning...

You think so?

Yeah, I just think you don't wanna admit it to yourself.


And so it was with no small degree of guilt that Fist floated downwards towards arena, his arms retracting back into his body, followed by his wings and then finally his sword arm transforming back to normal. For a second he looked like a teenage worker who had added too much cream to a coffee...he seemed very sheepish and he looked distant.

What now?

Ain't it obvious?

What?

Apologize, asshole!


But what for? Why had Fist gone beyond and would she even believe that he was still holding back? That he had in some respect...expected for Sajime to have a response to his move and although she could not do anything but react, she had reacted bravely and with more altruism than he could have imagined.

"I'm sorry," he said finally, "I just...I wanted to win."

He grimaced...

"I thought--I believed in you, that you would handle it, I dunno, I'm usually good about that shit...", he sighed, "You wouldn't die...I wouldn't let anyone die..."

He sighed again...

"This is all because you called me fifteen, y'know?", he shook his head, "Not giving you an excuse...but...it doesn't matter, I'm sorry."

He placed his hands in his pockets and looked towards the sky...

"Maybe I wanted to ruin things on purpose," he offered, "Maybe I don't want to admit that I ain't mature enough or cool headed enough to just go along with this shit, eh? I dunno...I'm sorry for being too over enthusiastic in our fight...I...I don't know my own strength sometimes. And I got too much of it...I understand that's...dangerous...my fault."

He paused and considered something before he shrugged.

"Does that mean we count this as a draw then? Or like a disqualification? I just like knowing...for personal reasons and shit..."

He shook his head again.

"Forget I said that!", he exploded ad then began to sputter feebly, "Just focus on the apology and shit!"
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