Chapitre 52: CH_2.21 (052)
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Nenro watched Takuma walk away with Ai to the medical tent to get the light bruising on his body treated. The fight had been interesting but not how he had expected it to go. Takuma exchanged words with his opponent, Ohta, who then seemingly went into a rage. The entire fight until the end was a barbarian swinging wildly and getting lead by the nose. Whatever the conversation was, it did wonders because the fight was fairly one-sided and effortless from the outside.
"I don't know about you all lovely people, as much fun as it's to watch a good ol' fashion bloody beat down, I wouldn't call that a competitive fight," said the announcer and stared at the paper in his hand. "So, how about we move to the opposite of the bracket in hopes of a more entertaining matchup."
'What bracket?'
They hadn't shown them the tournament bracket, which was a problem because he didn't know who he would fight until the last moment, and neither could he prepare for his next fight by studying possible opponents. But it seemed the spectators had been made aware of the bracket.
'I wonder if I can sneak a peek at the bracket….'
"Round of sixteen, the second matchup— Ryo versus Yoshio, represented by Kai and Nenro!"
Nenro narrowed his eyes. He didn't appreciate the way the announcer worded the matchup. He wasn't representing Yoshio. The tournament had nothing to do with their instructors. This was them competing to win and get the prize.
"Go knock him out," said Masaaki with a grin. Nenro gave him a smile before jogging out to the field and facing his opponent.
Kai had a wiry build with sharp features framed by his long bangs. Combat style unknown. But Nenro knew Kai was from the Leaf village and came from a family with shinobi, which meant that the chance of encountering a jutsu during the fight was higher than average.
But Nenro wasn't worried. Victory was inevitable.
'He looks tense.' Nenro raised his chin slightly and slowly stepped away from Kai. He made no attempts to hide or rush as he retrieved a kunai each in hand from his person. Kai reacted like a cat who had his tail stepped on and threw the kunai immediately after pulling it out. Nenro turned his body to let the kunai pass by and threw one of his kunai. Kai hurriedly moved to dodge, and the kunai could only get a lick at his cheek, leaving a thin curtain of blood trickling down from the shallow scar.
Nenro didn't let a beat skip and blitzed toward Kai. To his credit, Kai already had another kunai ready, and his arm was already halfway into throwing motion. Nenro, knowing a thrown kunai at short range was dangerous, reacted and dropped down into a slide tackle and took out Kai's legs.
Using the forward sliding momentum, Nenro pulled himself up to his ready to keep Kai on the ground, but Kai was already pushing off the ground towards Nenro. Blades met; sparks flew. Nenro swiped his other elbow, but Kai pulled his face back and grabbed the kunai with both hands to disengage and thrust it into Nenro's chest. Nenro twisted his body out of the way just in time to let the kunai prey on his vest rather than his flesh.
Neither chose to put distance between them, and the brawl ensued.
Nenro had to give it to Kai, he was nimble. His attacks weren't making enough contact as, at the last moment, Kai would slither away out of reach or out of the way. Nenro realized he was fighting a losing battle if he stayed close. The decision was quick. Nenro took a weak-side strike into the thigh as a sacrifice to get into a position and nailed a solid hit into Kai's side before disengaging and pulling away faster.
Kai, understanding his advantage and not wanting to give up, pushed ahead while keeping down the pain with gritted teeth and grunt— only to see a kunai spinning along its length in front of him— and tied from the hilt's loop was a red-bordered explosion tag.
His widening eyes shined with the glow of the explosion tag as he looked past it at Nenro with the ram hand seal.
*Boom!*
Nenro crossed his arms over his torso and tugged his knees inwards as the hot wave from the explosion tag collided into him. He hit the ground and skidded on the field on his side. He had been hasty. The timing on the explosion tag was too quick.
Nenro didn't linger on his mistake and got to his feet. His ears rang, but he ignored his impaired hearing and narrowed his eyes at the light dust cloud. Nenro couldn't even get steady on his feet when Kai appeared, sprinting out of the dust cloud. The vest on his arms and upper torso was torn apart, and the skin burnt underneath, and yet, Kai rushed towards with anger burning in his hand.
Nenro calmly raised his hand and formed the ram hand seal.
Kai's body suddenly froze and fell to the ground like a statue. His momentum skidded him forward until he stopped near Nenro's feet. Kai looked up at him with confusion and fear while trying to struggle to move as if there were ropes constricting his body.
Genjutsu Shibari (Genjutsu Paralysis)— complete.
Nenro knelt on one knee before dangling a kunai above Kai's neck. He looked up at the announcer/referee, who nodded back.
He had achieved victory.
Nenro stood up, and his eyes swept across the crowd. The chunin were exchanging money they had bet— some pissed, most happy. But his attention went towards the genin who were all gazing at him. The smart ones were observing, taking in every fight and their moves. With each fight, they knew more about their possible would-be opponents. He had given up one of his cards in the fight. They would use that knowledge in the future, beware of the tricks and techniques he was likely to pull.
Fights would only become harder—
He finally looked towards Masaaki, who stood with his arms crossed. There was the usual bright smile on his face, but Nenro could see the undertones.
—especially against someone who already knew him so well.
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"Match-7— Yoshio versus Maki, represented by Masaaki and Kenta."
Kenta watched Masaaki walk into the field from where he stood with his team. Unlike him(and everybody), who walked straight to the announcer, Masaaki took a detour and waved his raised arm at the audience with a big smile plastered on his face.
"… Is he serious," muttered Kenta to no one.
He, however, got a reply from the announcer. "He looks confident in himself and his chances of victory in this fight, and he's showing it to the people. If they feel the same as he does, they'll put money on him— if they put money on him, they'll cheer for him— if they cheer for him, they'll boo you," said the announcer with a smile.
'What's that use for?' thought Kenta. And it didn't matter if Masaaki was confident. Mere few people would bet for an outsider when the opponent was from the Sarutobi clan. The country bumpkin, a fool, was just wasting time.
Masaaki eventually made his way to the center of the field, the broad grin still flashing on his face. The announcer quickly recounted the rules to them before walking away, but as he talked, Masaaki pulled out two knuckle dusters from his pouches and leisurely put them on. The shiny glint of the silverish-metal glimmered under the sun.
"Let's have a good fight," said Masaaki, still smiling.
Kenta narrowed his eyes. He didn't like that smile. Did he not care about the fight? Was he not taking him seriously? Was this all fun and games? Whatever it was, he didn't like the smile.
Kenta shoo-ed the thoughts away and wielded the combat stance with his bo-staff ready to strike. He was confident in his ability to win against Masaaki before, but when he saw the knuckle duster, he was more certain. The short-ranged knuckles were a poor match against his staff's extended reach.
This fight was going to be an easy win— a simple stepping stone to winning the tournament. Winning the tournament would show everyone that it was a mistake not to have been assigned under a jonin-led team. He didn't belong in the Genin Corps among all these people. He was from the Sarutobi clan, the Third Hokage's clan. They were among the great clans of the Leaf village. His talents were wasted in the Genin Corps, and he knew if given a chance, he could show what he could really do.
By winning the tournament, he would catch the attention of a chunin and have them consider him for their teams during some of the more important missions. If he couldn't get a jonin leader, then the best mission under the best chunin leaders was the lowest he was willing to go.
Kenta exhaled, and his breath seemed to boil. He poised his bo-staff and readied for a swift victory with minimal efforts wasted. He needed to save energy, there was still another fight on the first day.
The moment the announcer took a step back, Kenta took a quick fore-step and swung his bo-staff in a downward smash. He was planning to crack the shoulders to disable the arms before striking the legs to finish it off— quick and efficient.
Masaaki didn't attempt to dodge and instead raised his hand to catch the staff against his knuckle duster. It was like hitting an immovable wall with no give. Instead, Masaaki used his strength to push back immediately and took big steps to evade Kenta's personal area.
Kenta's moment of shock vanished as he felt the weight overwhelm him. He slipped the staff off Masaaki's knuckle dusters and tried to slip the staff below the raised arms to up-strike him in the neck. He didn't get the chance.
Masaaki's arms moved faster than Kenta thought possible, hitting him below his ear, snapping his head sideways, and sending him stumbling with half muscles in his neck wrenched out of place.
Head ringing and neck on fire, Kenta righted himself, only to be hit again. He raised his bo-staff, pointed it forward for cover and distance, and was struck in the shoulder by a vicious kick. He whipped his bo-staff at Masaaki's head through his shaky vision, slicing through empty air before taking a bone-numbing blow to the leg that swept his lower body with such force that he lost his balance.
He reeled and limped back, swinging wildly. Masaaki, out of reach and smiling, stalked him.
Kenta's heart hammered, and his breathing was unsteady. He attacked anyway, but the swing was ducked under. He swung again and was dodged again, a torso pull back. He heaved himself back, desperate to make space, and heard the noise of shouts.
He looked to the noise's source, and his heart sank. It was the chunin, they were cheering— cheering for him to be finished off, cheering for his opponent's victory.
It made no sense, he thought. He was Sarutobi Kenta— why were they cheering for someone who wasn't even from the Leaf village?! This couldn't continue. He was representing his clan. It was his duty to win, not to sully the Sarutobi name.
Kenta screamed as he pushed chakra into his bo-staff, which glowed silver. He charged forward to deliver a thrust for Masaaki's chest. The staff extended at the last second, suddenly extending the attack's range. Masaaki dodged, and Kenta corrected, his staff blasting back the other way, hitting nothing. He rebalanced, spinning low, whipping the extended staff to break Masaaki's shin. It didn't connect, so he adjusted, ready to strike, and was battered to the ground by the hard metal flats of two steeled punches.
He gasped. The pain was excruciating, and for a breath, he thought his back was broken. It wasn't, but as the feeling in his body flooded back, it felt like someone had whipped hot coals into his skin.
"Was that all the bukijutsu you knew?" the outsider said, his voice booming. "What a disappointment."
Kenta spat, tasting blood, and forced himself to his feet. He wouldn't be disrespected by the likes of the outsider. He surged up, staff first, screaming obscenities, and Masaaki simply side-stepped, and Kenta staggered past, crumpling, then collapsing beneath the pain and blow to his shoulder from Masaaki's downward elbow strike.
"I guess that's it," Kenta heard the announcer's voice.
He wanted to protest— to shout that he could continue. His heart burned to fight… but his everything else screamed mercy. He opened his mouth only to cough blood… and he couldn't get the words out, he chose not to get them out.
The last thing he saw before darkness overtook him was the smiling figure of the outsider waving his raised hand.
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Chapitre 53: CH_2.22 (053)
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The atmosphere at the training field was like the peak of the cherry blossom season, and people had come together to picnic and view the cherry blossom— just that they weren't here to see the beautiful nature, but people duke it out in combat.
"Almost half of the people in the tournament are from our team," Ai declared, her tone braggadocious. Her nose almost seemed to lengthen from pride. With the Round of Sixteen over, eight genin remained. Takuma, Nenro, and Masaaki were among those eight.
"Now that I'm out of the tournament, can I participate in the festivities," Taro said as he took a bite from his lunch and eyed the chunin who had been betting ryo the entire morning.
Takuma ate the roll he had packed from home and eyed the genin who had remained and were participating in the Round of Eight. He still didn't know the bracket— none of the participants knew, the chunin had kept the bracket from them. He glanced at Masaaki, who was munching down kara-age (fried chicken) with no care in the world. Out of everyone remaining, Takuma didn't want to fight Masaaki the most. The totally one-sided brutal bashing he had dealt to his opponent without breaking a sweat or a crack of his smile had left an impression. Moreover, Masaaki was one of the people who hadn't showcased a jutsu. If Takuma were to fight Masaaki, he would fight him after knowing the jutsu he might face in battle.
As for his other teammate, Nenro was the one he was most willing to fight. Given that they were from the same group and team, he had sparred often with Nenro and was, thus, most familiar with him in terms of combat style. And while he had missed Nenro's fight and hadn't seen the genjutsu used in action, he knew that it was the paralyzing kind. As long as he had a clue, he could make something out of it.
"I wish all of you get to the next round tomorrow," Ai said with a grin. "Then our team would hold three out of four spots in the semifinals. Then the chance of winning the tournament is all but guaranteed."
"Possible if you don't get matched against each other today," Taro commented.
Masaaki laughed. "Bring it on. I'm ready any time, any day," he said, getting a shoulder slap from Ai.
Takuma and Nenro made no comment. The chance of them meeting in the Round of Eight was high. Takuma even thought that the genin weren't shown the bracket because the instructors could arrange the match-ups to be the most interesting for the chunin audience. Whether his conjecture was true, they would know tomorrow
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"Round of Eight, match one— Maki versus Yoshio, represented by Kame and Takuma."
Takuma dapped Masaaki and Ai before jogging to the middle to meet his opponent. Yuhi Kame was a short and petite girl with a long thin ponytail that sat over her shoulder and a distinct pair of ringed red eyes. If not for her eyes, he would've not remembered the one person he 'knew' with whom she shared that trait and family name— Yuhi Kurenai. One of the few characters he knew to have genjutsu as part of their primary skill set— the infamous woman who had tried to use genjutsu against Uchiha Itachi.
Just like her relative, Kame had shown genjutsu in the first round. He didn't know what genjutsu it was, but her opponent did seem to go somewhere else with their unfocused eyes.
He was a tad bit worried. Even though Yuhi wasn't a shinobi clan, they were still a shinobi family. Unlike Nenro, chances of Kame knowing some strange genjutsu he might not even have read about was high.
'Disrupt the chakra and you'll be fine,' Takuma said to himself.
"Let's have a good fight," Kame said to him as the announcer moved away to give them space.
Before she could even complete her sentence, Takuma charged at her, closing the distance. In the last fight, Kame had conformed to the stereotype of a genjutsu specialist being poor at taijutsu. But it seemed she was ready for it as Kame pulled back and flexed her wrist for a senbon to appear from inside her sleeve that she threw at Takuma. Not expecting the hidden weapon strike, Takuma moved his head to get out of the way of the large needle that would've pierced his mouth through his cheek.
It was only a moment, but in the split-second Takuma paused, Kame had made a comfortable distance between them. Takuma clicked his tongue and continued his chase for her, but as if used to it, Kame continued to be on the move.
"Is running all you can do?!" after a while, Takuma spat out the line. It was after he had said it he realized how cliched his words were.
Kame didn't make a single peep. She remained in motion, dodging any throws that Takuma threw. She had definitely trained for this type of combat situation. It was annoyingly reactive and required deep patience to practice. She had to wait until Takuma gave her an opening to counterstrike.
But it seemed Kame wasn't that into waiting. She chucked a kunai toward Takuma. In a second and a half the kunai flew towards him, Takuma raised his kunai to deflect it, but he noticed something red wrapped around the kunai's hilt.
Explosion tag.
The emotions didn't reach his face before his instincts took over, and he dropped to the ground in a forward sliding motion as he contracted his body to minimize his surface area. The next moment the tag exploded, and Takuma felt the force slam into him, rattling his bones, as he slid forward. He pushed through the ringing in his ear and tried to locate Kame, to find her weaving hand seals.
'Shit'
Blood drowned the world in red. The glaring rays of the afternoon sun were replaced by the eerie chill of a blood moon. Whatever wasn't red had taken over a shade of the darkest browns. It was a sight straight out of a nuclear apocalypse or what Hell looked like.
Takuma felt his heartbeat flare up as if a hand was wrapped around his heart, squeezing it to beat faster and faster… and faster. He frantically turned towards where his team sat, only to find that he was alone. The entire training field was devoid of human life, even the chirping of birds was absent. His only company was the whispers out of the woods framing the field.
Where in the world was he? Where was everyone else? How did he get here…?
As soon as the thought ended, the ground shook, and cracks appeared everywhere in the field. Fingers poked out cracks, pushing the topsoil out of the way— and emerged from the ground were rock golems of various sizes— ranging from short quarter-lings to towering monstrosities surpassing human limitations.
Takuma's heart leaped to his throat as he looked at the horde of rock golems moving closer toward him. He wanted to run, but the golems approached from all directions. He calculated the possibility of fighting the golems, but their numbers only equated to certain death… for him.
He was going to die. Why so soon? For what had he endured the last year? He hadn't even completed a single mission. Didn't this make everything not matter anymore?
But as Takuma spiraled down deeper into darker thoughts, he found himself staring at Kame walking towards him. All of a sudden, his surroundings didn't look as they did before— the environment looked flat, and the golems didn't look as opaque. He remembered what his surroundings and situation looked like before, and the fear began to drain. He noticed his ears didn't ring anymore, and his skin didn't burn, which shouldn't have been possible with how close the tag exploded to him.
The fear began to drain away.
And with each step Kame took towards him, the clarity returned to him.
'This is a genjutsu,' he thought. 'Of course, it is.' How else would the surroundings change so drastically so suddenly? And no way someone in the Genin Corp— in basic training— would be able to use a Doton jutsu that would create golems in such numbers and sizes. It had to be a genjutsu.
He was about to raise his hands, make the seal, and break the genjutsu , but as Kame walked towards him, he changed his mind.
"Apart from running, I can do this," Kame said, raising a kunai.
Takuma raised his fist faster and decked her in the jaw.
As the Kame hit the ground, the genjutsu broke like shattered glass. The sky returned to blue, birds chirped their beautiful songs, and people's cheers entered his ears. He looked around to find the genin and chunin had returned while the golems had disappeared.
He took out a shuriken and dropped it near Kame's face, making her flinch, ending the match with a supposed death strike.
The announcer came beside him, grabbed Takuma's hand, and raised it as he spoke in his host voice, "Takuma with an excellent, last-second comeback! How he turned the tables on what seemed to be a done fight! And with this, Takuma has secured his place in the semifinals. Give it up for him."
Takuma jogged back to his team amidst the cheers.
"You won!" Ai squealed as she hugged him.
"I did, didn't I…"
Taro, noticing something, asked Takuma, "You don't look thrilled about it? Is everything alright?"
Takuma didn't know what to say. Well, he did. But instead, he said,
"Yeah, I just can't hear in one ear, and my skin burns…."
"Ah, sorry!" Ai immediately separated from him.
Inside, though, he had two thoughts—
One, the genjutsu cast on him didn't seem to work well,
Two, things seemed to be going swimmingly well for him— and for some reason, it made him really uncomfortable.
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A/N: Something I wasn't expecting: One of the Patrons, Incraze, drew a FanArt for Takuma. Here it is for everyone to enjoy:
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