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Wooden echoes were heard as another person stepped onto the stage. The current victor had been on a long streak and had lightly decorated the wooden beams with minor streaks of blood, nothing too gruesome, but enough to get the new contestant's stomach churning in hunger. He had a fairly unique taste in cuisine and just the thought of the iron scented liquid got his mouth salivated. The man currently commanding the stage with seven straight wins was slightly fatigued as it showed with each coming breath. One in, one out, beads of sweat dripped from his frame.

Unlike some probably thought, Junpei wasn't here to challenge the man, he was actually here to relieve him and what some would call tag out. Patting the man on the back, the ninja looked up and nodded to Junpei then came to a regular stance. Walking off the stage and blending into the hundreds of eyes watching crawled a crowd, Junpei was left on the stage by himself.

Being a sparring stage the wooden platform was circular and about 20m in diameter. Some lanterns hang overhead making anyone over about 6`3 having to watch their head. The sky was in its night time stage, making all the lights and cheering that much more invigorating to Junpei. He was young and in his prime and now feeling confident as ever. Three blades were visible on his person, one on the back of his hip, one of his left hip, and the last on his back in bandages. His warrior spirit had its appetite teased watching the previous ninja, being his snow ninja subordinate, battle, and his cannibalistic appetite was picked at from the smell of blood.

Waiting calmly a couple meters from the center of the ring, Junpei was internally eager to get a bout started.  

Demon of the Mist

Demon of the Mist
Kiri Anbu Captain
Kiri Anbu Captain

Hakai walked out between two buildings his mask upon his face. A large and loud crowd filled the the open space around a wooden stage. Towering over most, Hakai abruptly pushed past the crowd. He was a figure in the ninja world to any experienced shinobi or at least his mask was. It meant he was the leader of the legendary Root Anbu, the shadow under the leaf. One leaf ninja awed in fear as he pushed past him.

Hakai made his way to the stairs, standing 6'5" he was a few inches above the hanging lanterns, that illuminated the space. He smirked  annoyingly, as he knocked the low hanging lanterns out of his way. "This place is hardly suitable for a people of my dimensions." Gesturing to the light fixtures as ge said walking closer to the young white haired man. "I am Vegetafukd Urmum the third, leader of the Root Anbu. And you are, besides short?" (Pronounced: VEEgee-taf-ku Urm-um.) He said in a joking manner, gesturing with his hand to show the level of his height compared to Hakai.

Just as he finished talking a low rumbling bounced in his head. "Should I come, my Hakai?" Even as Hakai was answering he could see through Brewser's eyes he was already on his way. "It won't be necessary, brewbear." Brewser was already moving at full speed to the platform, despite Hakai's answer. He would soon perch himself upon a building looking down at the surrounding area.

Still facing the man he would wait for his response, then proceed talking. "I challenge you young shinobi in not a battle of strength, but to a battle of words. For it would truly be pointless, for us to meet in combat, here. Pausing for a second before saying, here. This stage wasn't designed for shinobi of my caliber, it wouldn't survive a single technique. And my new friend, you honestly you aren't even worthy of my time." He said in a joking tone, his posture not changing, glaring unyielding, behind his mask.  

Do you accept, snow ninja?   Raising his voice in as he ask in a antagonizing pitch.

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Junpei watched in anticipation as the giant walked onto the stage. His warriors spirit was boiling over and he was eager to get the battle going, but his opponent didn't have the same idea. He hardly recognized the mans mask though it seemed vaguely familiar, but Junpei couldn't care less. Some fancy mask and ancient stories didn't mean shit to the snow ninja until he got to test them himself. Junpei understood the arena wasn't really crafted in this mans favor having the lanterns reaching down into the mans field of sight, but that was easily fixable. As the masked man rambled on Junpei truly had lost interest as he made hand gestures and blah blah blah. After the man finished Junpei would make his response simple and obvious.

One middle finger from his right hand would get his point across and would earn a gasp of air from the crowd. "You talk too much." Junpei calmly replied as his right hand made its way to the hilt of his blade on his left hip. Then with the quick draw of his blade, the ropes holding the lanterns overhead would give way and cause some of the lanterns to crash onto the stage making small pools of flames. The blood on the stage some fueled the fire giving birth to an interesting scent, but also to an unobstructed field for battle. "Who says you have to use ridiculous explosive skills and shit, just fight . . . for fun." The teens razor fangs would flash as the blade was withdrawn into the sheathe, the lightning was very unique now with light sources being scattered onto the stage and some coming from roadside torches. Screaming and yells filled the air as the bystanders fled the scene in fear of the flames spreading, one poor fellow had gotten his kimono set ablaze by a falling lantern and was sprinting around the streets like a rabid animal. It made Junpei snicker as the man stripped in a panic and eventually filtered out of sight in almost naked glory.

''So . . . now that the area can withstand a bit more brutality, how about we have some fun?" Junpei's hand would then reach back onto the handle of the great blade on his back, the bandages would then unravel and fall to the floor showing the blades glorious edge. Junpei's subordinate was at the edge of the stage leaning on the wood in anticipation for the events to unfold. What would happen? It was all truly in the air at this moment and it depended on the mans reaction. With his own left hand the teenage snow ninja would dig in his yukata and place a mask of is own on his face. "Ones identity is better left unknown at times like these, though half the population has already seen my face." His voice was a bit grimmer with the mask's distortion. "There is another one in the area as well, its chakra is a bit different though, mind if I help?" Junpei wouldn't lose focus on the other masked nin with his reply, instead he would ready his blade in front of him. "Only if the battle goes two v one, if not you can stand by for further instruction." The other nin nodded and got a bit more comfortable in his lean on the stage.

Demon of the Mist

Demon of the Mist
Kiri Anbu Captain
Kiri Anbu Captain

Hakai sighed listening to the young shinobi. "You're still so young. Ninjas should fight for fun, they should fight to kill. They should fight to make their villages stronger and to increase their power. " Pausing for a moment he continued.  "I don't use standard techniques boy, don't assume you know my secret ninjutsu. I will be taking the east road when the festival is over, meet me there if you wish to truly battle me." With that Hakai would be gone in a blink.

exit

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Kumo Chunin
Kumo Chunin

Junpei's blade slightly lowered and he too sighed as he listened to the masked ninja's response. The man had entered an arena that was being used for sparring, it even had a bit of blood previously smeared on its wood, yet he did nothing to contribute to the work previously done. He simply entered the fray babbled, called Junpei short, some other stuff, then offered to read poetry together or something. The atmosphere that was setup prior was for a casual spar, but apparently the shinobi wanted to use so ridiculous destructive techniques. Junpei altered the atmosphere and cleared out bystanders meaning the fight could be more intense than before, but the shinobi still wasn't satisfied. This all annoyed the teen and made him wonder why the hell the man entered a sparring arena with intentions to talk anyhow, was he ill in the head? Apparently he was suppose to be some almighty fearful ninja, but Junpei was far from impressed, he was disgusted. Maybe the man just had a hard time functioning in social settings and didn't notice that this stage was currently used for fighting, regardless, the way things went down were all bad and all wrong all thanks to this fucker.

Jamming Holmgang into the wooden stage Junpei was dumbfounded at the display. "Son of a bitch, you just ruined the whole atmosphere, do you not understand the stage was being used for sparring, not fucking mass destruction?! Junpei's subordinate hopped onto the stage and a placed a hand on his shoulder. Junpei took off his mask and simply sighed and shook his head. "o after him Senpai, the east road isn't far from here." Junpei nodded slowly and gathered his things. Strapping his blade onto his back, he and his partner departed.


[Exit] -_-

Demon of the Mist

Demon of the Mist
Kiri Anbu Captain
Kiri Anbu Captain

ENTER

Hakai watched through the eyes of his beloved Brewser. He saw the man angrily get off the stage in stead of waiting for another combatant. SO Hakai decided he would return before anyone else took the stage. Brewser would jump onto the first covered stage, increasing his size to half a giant summon. He would crush the wooden beams with a massive crash and smothering the fire. Brewser would shrink back down to his small size and race away into the shadows as the crowd would reform.

Hakai would appear on the new flattened stage, in a buff of smoke. "Is there none of among you brave enough to challenge the Helix Fossil of the Rap game? IS there no shinobi wise enough to battle me with their words? " He said in a serious tone, looking around at the hundreds of shinobi surround him.

When no one responded, hakai would leave.

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