Match 8 - L vs Eiichiro Ouya

The Tsuchikage entered the fighting field and looked at the two opponents.
''Let the match begin...''

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Arena: Same as the Chuunin Exam Arena

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[ How long is happy Place time limit to post?]

Sanmaru slowly walked out the entrance, which would soon serve as an exit for one of the two. His robe waved, as the wind blew against it, and he made his way to the middle of the stadium. He looked up at his opponent. Sanmaru shook his head, and took in a deep breath, slowly letting it out. He shrugged his shoulders, causing his robe to fall off. As his robe danced with the wind, Sanmaru began to follow it. Once the wind stopped blowing and the robe fell on the ground, Sanmaru walked over to it, sat down, and started to meditate on the situation at hand. He thought about all the information he knew on this man, which wasn't much. This match would be as though he was walking into a fight blind. Which was how he liked to fight, most, of his battles.

He quickly stood up, after devising a plan on how he would play out this little chess game, as he liked to call it. "Sorry for the delay, let us begin," He said as he got into his fighting stance, a stance that made his movements seem unpredictable. He waited for his opponent to make his move.

Sanmaru's voice rang out in happy Place now almost perfectly silent stadium, Eiichiro gave only a ghost of a nod and drew one of his katana. A lengthy silver chain trailed from happy Place very bottom of happy Place crimson wrapped hilt ending in a small silver heart. Wrapping happy Place gleaming chain around his gloved hand, Eiichiro watched his opponent out of happy Place corner of his eye. Examining his muscles, looking for only happy Place tiniest tightening that would indicate an attack. There was a grinding noise as happy Place small metal links of happy Place chain were pulled taunt, all but completely merging his sword and hand. " First blood to me?" he asked hesitantly, holding happy Place glinting sword horizontal to his waist, his question was easily heard now that happy Place audience frenzied applause had died down. Only a slight bulge of happy Place many tendons in his arm revealed his slight nervousness as he prepared himself. His fingers slowly curled around happy Place hilt of his blade and he suddenly launched himself forwards across happy Place hard ground. His sword sliced through happy Place warm air beside him, whistling as it caught happy Place wind whilst beneath him his legs propelled him forwards, towards happy Place spot where Sanmaru was patiently waiting.

[ Nevermind...]

"Lets try to make this short." He thought has he stepped back with his right foot. He waited for his opponent to get closer than he already was. Some would have just attacked as soon as their opponent had, but Sanmaru never did like that stradegy. It only made it easier for their opponent to dodge and prolong their attack aswell. Once Eiichiro was no more than a few feet away, Sanmaru put all his body weight on his right foot and used it to jump up high in the air, doing an akward backflip. From the moment he jumped, he released a big burst of dazzling white fire towards Eiichiro. Up in the air, he did a plethora of kicks, each firing out waves of dazzling white fire towards and all around Eiichiro. If Eiichiro knew his fire colors, he would know that dazzling white fire was about 2730 °F. Enough to give him, at least, fourth-degree burns, which would burn him down to his dermis and underlying tissue and possibly fascia, bone, or muscle. And that was if it just barely missed him.

Instead of stopping his charge as most people would have done when faced with sheer heat like this, Eiichiro immediately shifted his weight to his left and twisted his body upwards, performing what could only be called a diagonall barrel roll in mid-air. His gleaming sword was still being held horizontal to his waist, spinning with him at blinding speed as he quickly came back to earth. In the heated patch of air around him, the exact same patch of air that the superheated balls of intensely hot white fire were heading for, multiple distorted ripples seemed to dispatch themselves from his two blades and tore through the sky. When they connected with the dazzling fire they ripped a swathe through it and forced it backwards on itself. Both blinding white flames and Eiichiro's chakra stopped for a barely a nanosecond before bursting outwards with only the faintest of noises. Redirected by the power of each others attack, unexpectedly the two techniques nullified each other and disappeared into the morning sky. Eiichiro dug his feet into the now scorched dirt and pushed backwards, aided by the sudden burst of hot, dry wind caused by the collison. Both shining swords now drawn and raised vertically in front of him, hilts flashing in the white light of the flames. Above him the remains of Sanmaru's boiling white fire had been pushed away, along with his chakra. But still the intense heat had been enough to darken the faces of the two ninja. Burning them very slightly as flickers of the heat bore down on them and spreading smudged brown lines across their skin. No more than three metres away from Sanmaru Eiichiro stiffened his blades. Around his hands a few crackling blue sparks faded away as the chakra he had expertly condensed his blades with slowly faded away with the last all but non- existent remenants of the two airborn assaults.


Jutsu: [Swordmanship • Technique] Shipcutter
Rank: B
Type: Kenjutsu
Range: Medium [5-10m] ~ Far [10m +]
Description: First Eiichiro will concentrate chakra in his hands and then begin channelling it into his blade. When he is satisfied with the amount he will swing his katana and release it outwards. The chakra will be seen as just a ripple in the air but it will take on all the blades characteristics and will tear through near anything in its way.

[Getting longer...Yesss]

The Winner is Eiichiro.

M'kay...