Stop! Please!
Danzo skidded across the courtyard, his eyes never leaving Ryomaru's. "Impressive," he muttered.
"I didn't come here to impress you," Ryomaru retorted, breathing heavily as the constant use of his Thunderpulse Chakra Cloak began to strain him.
Danzo chuckled. "It seems your cloak is taking its toll on you. How much longer can you last?"
Ryomaru gritted his teeth, sweat dripping from his brow. His cloak's constant pulsing was draining his chakra, but he wouldn't let it show. "Long enough to defeat you."
Not waiting for a response, Ryomaru lunged again. They exchanged blows, their techniques a blur of sharp reflexes and intense chakra use. Each move was a dance of precision, anticipation, and raw power.
Danzo, using the Sharingan's prowess, managed to keep up with Ryomaru's movements, but the Thunderpulse effects continually disrupted him. Every pulse, every shockwave gave Ryomaru a slight advantage.
"Mum, now!" Ryomaru shouted suddenly.
Miori, seeing her cue, released a blinding mist, covering the arena. This distraction was all Ryomaru needed. Using the cloak's Speed & Reflex Enhancement, he appeared behind Danzo, delivering a thunderous Thunderclap Fist to his back.
The force of the attack sent Danzo flying, crashing into one of the icy mirrors. The world went silent for a moment, the only sound being Ryomaru's heavy breathing and the distant rumble of his cloak.
The sudden appearance of mist unsettled the courtyard. However, Danzo's familiarity with the Mist techniques was known to a few. The Mist Village's technique was known to be an Achilles heel for Sharingan users during the Third Ninja War, and Danzo was instrumental in exploiting that very fact. He had sent Uchihas into the Mist, knowing well of the Sharingan's vulnerability to their jutsu. So how could he fall for the same ploy now?
But as the dust settled, the Danzo that was thrust into the icy mirror wasn't Danzo at all, but a mere substitution jutsu log. The real Danzo emerged, unscathed and smirking, from another side of the courtyard. He chuckled lowly, revealing not even a hint of concern, "Did you really think it would be that easy?"
Danzo scoffed, as he lunged forward, aiming directly for Ryomaru. The boy, with his Thunderpulse Chakra Cloak still activated, dodged swiftly, the aura around him pulsing intensely. However, the energy drain from his cloak was evident; he was slightly slower than before.
"Ryomaru!" Miori's voice echoed with concern as she conjured an ice barrier to protect him.
Danzo's smirk widened. In a flash, he was upon them, aiming a series of rapid blows at Ryomaru. Each was met with deft parries and dodges, but the continuous onslaught was visibly wearing Ryomaru down.
During a brief reprieve, Miori stepped forward, hands forming a series of seals. The ground began to frost over, creeping up towards Danzo, attempting to bind him. Sensing the impending trap, Danzo jumped up, launching himself in the air, only to find Ryomaru waiting for him.
Using his Speed and Reflex Enhancement, Ryomaru was already airborne, meeting Danzo with a Thunderclap Fist. The explosive force caused a shockwave, both of them spiraling in different directions. Ryomaru landed gracefully, while Danzo stabilized himself, a hint of annoyance visible on his face.
The effect of the Thunderpulse Chakra Cloak began to take its toll on Ryomaru. His movements, once sharp and fluid, now began to falter, every dodge and parry slightly delayed, and every breath he took heavier than the last. The young boy, whose eyes once brimmed with determination, now showed signs of fatigue and desperation.
Miori, her ice blue eyes misting with fear, watched her beloved son struggle. Every wince he made, every grimace, cut her deeper than any blade ever could. "Ryomaru!" she shouted, her voice edged with panic.
Danzo, seeing this, smirked, his Sharingan eye studying Ryomaru's slowing movements with cold amusement. "Is this the strength of the Cloud Village?" he taunted. "A child who can't even withstand his own jutsu?"
Ryomaru clenched his teeth, refusing to give Danzo the satisfaction of seeing him fall. "This is just the beginning," he shot back, trying to mask his labored breathing.
Miori, seeing her son's condition, made a bold move. Forming hand seals, she sent a flurry of razor-sharp icicles at Danzo, aiming to distract him and give Ryomaru a moment to recover. But Danzo effortlessly deflected the icicles with a wave of his hand.
"You love your son, don't you?" Danzo mused, his eyes never leaving Ryomaru. "It would be a shame to see such potential wasted."
Ryomaru, drawing upon every last reserve of strength, lunged at Danzo one more time, his punches and kicks fueled by raw emotion rather than skill. But with the Sharingan's power, Danzo easily sidestepped each of Ryomaru's attacks, countering with blows of his own.
Miori's heart ached as she saw her son take hit after hit, every blow chipping away at his resolve. "Stop!" she cried, tears streaming down her face. "Please!"
Danzo paid no heed to her pleas. With a cruel and brutal strike, he sent his fist crashing into Ryomaru's stomach. The impact was savage, and Ryomaru's body convulsed with pain. Blood and saliva flew from his mouth as he was flung backward, crashing to the unforgiving ground.
Ryomaru writhed in agony, clutching his battered midsection, the Thunderpulse Chakra Cloak that had once enveloped him now a feeble, flickering echo of its former power. The courtyard seemed to spin around him, and every breath was a torment.
Miori's heart shattered as she watched her beloved son suffer. Her pleas grew even more desperate, but Danzo's relentless assault showed no mercy. The world blurred around her as her vision filled with tears, and she could only watch in horror as Ryomaru endured the brutal onslaught.
Danzo's expression remained cold and unyielding, his fists clenched as he stood over the fallen boy. The satisfaction in his eyes was chilling as he gazed down at his defeated opponent, unmoved by the brutality of his actions.
Ryomaru, his vision blurring, tried to push himself up, but his body refused to respond. His once stormy aura
The intensity of the Thunderpulse Chakra Cloak weighed heavily on Ryomaru, each second drawing more and more energy from him. Each pulse slowed him down slightly, and the steady drain on his chakra was evident. The young boy, whose eyes once brimmed with determination, now blinked rapidly to keep the encroaching darkness at bay.
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