Description: In a period where Saturday Night Fight was taken over to gain the attention of Geese Howard, a fight was posted on the list that was considered a no-show, droves of people showing up to see the event, but only coming to an empty stage. It was a fight that never occurred. It never happened. Or so the documents state. The reality is, a battle did happen that day...
Weights dangle by heavy chains from ornamentation like hung men, anchoring the massive furniture to the site.
Banded in steel and made of marble and weathered stone, it's a feat of logic simply to comprehend how such a massive thing came to exist anywhere else in the world. Yet, the clan symbol of the Ryouhara is so clearly emblazoned on the huge throne, it shows that it is not merely a dragon of ancient engineering.
It is here that the young man sits elegantly, his head bowed. One fingernail taps the polished surface of the armrest in a practiced interval. As if a feat of pure obsession, the interval is exacting to within a tenth of a second.
Though his target didn't actually enlist in SNF this week, Seishirou had taken interest in the Pythia, and his predictions that K9999 would show up anyway. It wasn't by any particular divine feat of providence--unlike those who once held this site, Seishirou's predictions were based in pure logic and math, as opposed to faith.
Simply, if K9999 did not come in short order, his home probably would be a smouldering heap of fire by now. There is much a planted bomb can do to incite someone to come to you. And if one would do this, by that same reasoning, seven will have even more of an effect.
Had that failed, Ryouhara would have simply had him kidnapped and /brought/ to him.
Logic is a fantastic thing.
Now, flanked by the oracular temple's ruins and limned in the long encroaching and suffering shadows of the six pillars that remain there, Seishirou sits and taps idly. He waits at the center of the world, near where the eagles of Zeus met.
COMBATSYS: Seishirou has started a fight here.
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Seishirou 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: K9999 has joined the fight here.
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K9999 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Seishirou
One bomb. That was all it took.
Under normal circumstances, Seishirou might well have had to go to the lengths of tracking down the elusive clone and literally kidnapping him to get him to travel to this location...period. K9999 didn't care about any abode past its bare minimum. A place to sleep, change, then head out. Collecting knick knacks, taking pictures, making an apartment more homey was not in his nature, infact, he likely wouldn't know how to begin to go about it. It's not like if he bothered to even cook past some instant ramen or microwavable something. His life was transient in any one spot, the only thing that he made sure he kept close, kept well, and treated like another would a beloved pet...were his motorcycles.
And he'd only just parked it outside the aging complex in downtown Southtown before it exploded, collapsing rumble on its freshly polished crome wheels, utterly ruining it. And his apartment. The shock of the act had left people running and screaming, some reported it as a possible gasleak, rumours were that it was a gang payback, but K9999 distinctly recalled the summons...the same summons he'd used to clean his mirror with he'd managed to get bloodied. Those had been no uncertain words, words he'd discarded with derison. No one ordered K9999...outside of NESTs.
Much to Seishirou's pleasure, he'd spy the youth stalking up the slope, his fingers firmly snared around a crumpled mess of metal and rubber as if the weight alone were no burden. His logic had paid off, his game had arrived, but by the expression and set of jaw alone...it'd take no thought to figure out that his methods had severely pissed the clone off. There was no pause, no initial words before K9999'd swing into action, literally flinging the forlorn remains of his treasured motorcycle at Seishirou's Godly perch with all the hate behind it. "FUCKING BASTARD, I'LL DESTROY YOU FOR THIS!" His angered words sounding right after in an explosive outburst of his own.
COMBATSYS: Seishirou dodges K9999's Large Thrown Object.
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K9999 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Seishirou
Seishirou was remarkably thurough when circumstances arose that required his attention. It can be said that Seishirou probably would have put the seventh bomb on a relation of "K-Four-Nine"'s, if it was so requisite. No, that wasn't a connection K9999 was likely to respect, or even fear. Those like him have no real relation, no true friends.
Sentiment the shinobi understands quite well..
Property, however, was a territorial instinct that he expected K9999 to have. He didn't want to have to have him drug here. Seven bombs. A matter of guessing the bad ear by torching the cornfield. So it is with some expectation that Seishirou spots the young man coming up to the ruins. He doesn't move from his chair.
There is no true smugness. No pleasure demarcating the shinobi's face.
This is as expected, and not a thing Seishirou takes lightly.
An instant later, the remains of a motorcycle smashes right through the marble of that throne, apparently crushing Seishirou where he sits. That man slumps, as the throne cracks beneath the force of the blow. That man slumps, and becomes a tin skeleton of his former self, exploding in a whirl of rich dark lotuses.
"You're the one they call K9999," Ryouhara guesses, not even three inches from the clone, a hand in pocket. He looks instead down the ways, past K9999, side to side to the boy like a mirror. He doesn't need to look. A long sheath is hung at his back, thick and wide and made of leather. A delicate ornament hung by a small chain from the pommel of some sort of weapon sheathed there. A leaf, folded out of the thinnest steel. "... A pleasure," he continues, looking back to his cracked throne with a frown. ".... Of all of our works," Seishirou comments, "Only you interest me enough to participate directly. Do you imagine that's important? That it's worth your loss?"
COMBATSYS: Seishirou focuses on his next action.
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K9999 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Seishirou
The teenager's face twisted into one of confusion when the source of his ire disassembled in a most unexpected manner, the remains of his priceless hobby falling to the foot of the throne in a heap. He whirled at the sound of a voice suddenly next to him, the widening of his eyes replaced by the narrowing to thin slits reflecting the crimson of some crazed animal. A thin hiss slid between his clenched teeth, hardly molified by this trickery and infact only pressed to the limits of his patience. That he didn't immeadiately throw a vicious attack spoke volumes for his restraint, instead he jabbed a finger towards the other...for all the world treating its point like some spear about to impale Seishirou through the heart.
"I don't five a rats ass about what you're on about, all I know is that you're going to replace my fucking motorcyle before I'm done with you." Chances were, this kind of banter simply sailed over the clones head, even on a good day, and right now he had no tolerance for word-games. The ninja carried several traits that served to grate against K9999, that all knowing holier than thou attitude for one. The honours were lost on the blue-haired youth, it was best Seishirou get on with it. He'd find no rewarding reparte. "And I'm going to start by bleeding the money from your body before breaking the bones you wont need!" Such charm.
K9999 lunged towards Seishirou aiming to tackle him before cruely slamming the other to the ground.
COMBATSYS: Seishirou counters Quit playing! from K9999 with Calculated Tactics.
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K9999 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Seishirou
"You don't know. That's the point."
His hand moves to the pack at his hip. In an instant, Ryouhara is behind K9999, but this time, it's different. Steel razorwire crosses the expanse between the two, spooled through the eyelets of several kunai planted into the concrete around K9999. The source for that is a small spool just under his shoulder. The aim here is, of course, to simply diffuse K9999's lunge by anchoring him with overlapping cables at the shoulders and around the body to the ground from five points.
Do you imagine K9999 is fast enough to avoid it?
Razorwire, however reinforced by Seishirou's technique, is not sufficient to cut K9999's skin in this fashion. Not yet.
"Now you do. Next time, don't ignore me." Seishirou remarks mildly. If he can cage K9999, he'll be keeping tension on the cable by drawing it against one hand. From the compound force generated by the multiple pulley effects the kunai demonstrate, Seishirou's one hand alone will exert an almost crushing amount of force on K9999's body.
"Now that I have your attention, I'll continue this through to the end," Seishirou explains. "I'll take what I need from here on, and the dance will continue." He explains this effortlessly, a s if no one is watching. Speaking of which--where are all the SNF cameras?
He raises his hand. Blood drips from it, as the limb exerts leverage against the razored wire. Seeming unsurpised at the crimson drawing down the line, Seishirou knows he is no more invulnerable to the thing than K9999 might be. "From this point onward, talk is cheap," Seishirou agrees. He makes a handseal.
Seishirou's blood on the line is used as an infusing process. Seishirou will turn the entire cable to /flaming/ razorwire. Upon that heat, the multiple kunai anchors explode, breaking the cable free. And allowing Seishirou to whip back and /drag/ the entire flaming length around K9999 and away from him in an instant. The wire looses itself, and Seishirou's hand whirls the thing around, cracking the steel cable--not unlike a leather whip. (!)
To say that K9999 was suprised would be an understatement. The lack of a camera crew should have been further warning enough that this wasn't exactly going to be the typical fare of SNF matches, then again, neither did the organisers see fit to blow competitor's property up in order to get them to attend. For all he knew, it could have been like his match against Vice...though the ruins were already that, ruble. How much worse could it get? The clone had several failings, and another was his over confidence in the destruction he could wreak. Oh, it wasn't entirely misplaced, but against a veteran who used not only logic, but cool calculation...there was only so much brute force alone could do against a foe.
And like the spider to the fly, K9999 was netted before he could do not nearly as much damage as he had imagined, frozen in a half-lunged position, he struggled in a short bust as if to test his trappings, a loud indecipherable growling snarl lashing out. "I don't have to take orders from a dipshit like you!" The lean body held a massive amount of strength within the sinewy fibres of his muscles, and given enough time, he'd do more than stress the other's cables...but Seishiriou wouldn't nearly give the K9999 that luxery. "When I get free, you'll wish you never even heard of me--" Talking oh so rudely over the ninja's speech, on purpose or uncaring. His focus more than splintered between the two, he sought to escape more than...
He only noticed the significance of the other's blood on the wire when it blazed into firely lines that sank into his flesh and clothing, ripping free along with his howl and spray of blood. Shorn clothing fell away where the cuts were right, the rest in place. He stumbled, red flowing freely to darken his clothing, and yet, perfectly matching the hint of scarlet about his neck-- cloth this time. Tucked away within the odd scarf, piece had unfurled. Like some macabre creature, the agony of having a layer of flesh seared away, K9999's tenuous control shuddered, and the thickness of the air skyrocketed.
He'd seen the subtle changes in battle. He'd know what to expect.
Still on his feet, K9999 didn't charge, but through the blood-streaked visage...death waited there for many mortal a men. But then Seishirou had designs of godliness, and gods feared no reaper. "I'll kill you..."
COMBATSYS: K9999 gathers his will.
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K9999 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Seishirou
The sky twists on itself like a vise.
Though Seishirou is ice cold in visage, the spirit is yet still hot. The force of spirit is something even he ascribes to. Against K9999's aura of death, the sweet song of hellfire beckons. It seems to become tangibly hotter the longer they stand there--as if History itself had belched some great noxious fume into the sky. The scent of blood on the wind is fetid.
"No matter how I might suffer..." Seishirou mutters..
The cable is cast straight out to his side, the reel at his shoulder drawing the entire length taut to him once again.
"Even beyond you... if the goal is attained? If the clan's plans are realized... Any amount of suffering is acceptable. That is why you're the target today." The ninja draws back, a collapsing blade extending from his sleeve opposite his reel with a resounding click. The weapon is marked with lines and inscriptions. IT gleams in the sun. "You want to kill me? Try it."
Then Seishirou flies at K9999's throat. One would imagine a man flying like a bat from hell to scream like one. No. Seishirou moves silently, and speaks only barely louder: 'you have something i want..'
At the last instant, the blade is eschewed. Ryouhara flips in the air, a boot coming up to ground stomp K9999 in the throat, hopefully quickly enough to diffuse the young clone's defense against him. You want his blood? Come.
COMBATSYS: K9999 endures Seishirou's Strong Kick.
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K9999 1/-----==/=======|==-----\-------\0 Seishirou
And what did Seishirou know of suffering? K9999 would be a tough one to sell the act too, especially when as of this moment, he was the one with the serrated skin and bleeding a puddle at his feet. It would be enough injury to make a lesser person pass out into shock, but for a specimen like Kusanagi's clone...it was just a taste of the pain he could endure. It was a lot for his unstable mind to handle in such a short space of time however, K9999 wasn't the type to willingly seek out help and his trust in anything NESTs would offer was sorely absent. Instead, he heard the ninja, but nothing of what he said registered beyond the fact that Seishirou wanted something from him, and was fully prepared to dole out as much damage as he could to achieve it.
It was the same everywhere he went. Everyone wanted something from him, and they couldn't give a damn about whether or not he cared to share. His entire existence was merely confirmed once more by another unknown party, just another tool to further their future plans. That singular thought served to enrage him far more than the clandistine man's destruction of the clone's valued bike show pieces.
K9999 held his ground, his white teeth smeared as he bared them, "I will--" sliding one foot foward, everything built like an avalanche just waiting for that last tremor. And Seishirou provided it, the blow snapping the clone's upperbody back like a slingshot released, he fell. But just as quickly, he snapped foward. His vocal cords temporarily taken out, his lungs sought to gather in air then exploded out of his lungs in a riotous yell. Wild and uncontrolled, the barely furled cloak whipped out behind him like a banner admist the realignment of muscle, bone, and even the hint of the mechanical along his arm. It was this that had jarred him back upright, whipping up and out towards the fleet ninja.
He was trying to kill Seishirou, for what it was worth. Or be used yet again.
COMBATSYS: K9999 successfully hits Seishirou with Power... losing control!... YAH!.
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K9999 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 Seishirou
What does Seishirou know about suffering?
There is a goal he has, a dream if you will. Unlike what K9999 believes, it is not to become Godly, unlike many with his drive. Power matters relatively little to Ryouhara, insofar that it is a tool to achieve that goal of his. Already, he has realized the childish dream of a boy who had yet to grow up. That childish dream had put Seishirou through hell and back. He was beaten, trounced by many. His very way of life was constantly inpugned at every turn. This honor that was his only legacy, trampled by the world, both physically and figuratively. Something he fights even now. A mentality that refuses to acknowledge the truth of the world.
...The odds haven't weakened him in the slightest.
He never gets a chance to land. He glances onward. Damn.
The shinobi takes the reconfiguring arm directly to the face and chest, his eyes turning into the back of his head as he emits a truly /mythic/ spray of blood across the arena as he is lifted into the air, his body /warping/ around the trainwreck of an limb. Oddly, though the shinobi is truly ruined, sailing through the air in a furl of fabric, his gaze is faraway, distant. Going over the memory of that moment of limb reconfiguration. Yes, that's it..
He lands just barely on his feet, throwing himself forward waywardly in an instant. There /is no reprieve,/ no moment for the two to recover. Seishirou is simply THERE again, as if he had scented some blood on the wind and now comes for the clone. He will grasp his face in that instant, if K9999 isn't fast. He murmurs a calculation, an observation to himself, still faraway. "..For that goal alone.."
A wicked scar traces its way down Seishirou's face, from the brow to the jaw. An ancient scar that was only revealed just now, by the strike to his face tearing away his carefully crafted patch mask. What does he know about suffering?
If Seishirou but touches. Even for an instant, his white dragon king's seal will form on K9999's face. A shining Ryouhara sigil. The symbol representing a chi bomb. It will glow red at first as it sears. Then it will glow white hot. Then it will explode.
What has he suffered? He wears it plainly on his face..
COMBATSYS: K9999 blocks Seishirou's Ryuuouin EX.
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K9999 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 Seishirou
COMBATSYS: Seishirou restarts a saved fight.
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K9999 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 Seishirou
It wasn't the easiest to focus once his body was in the middle of reshaping itself, the entire affair was almost as gruesome as it looked, and it was a wear on him even after all this time. K9999's arm after its explosive charge had begun to withdraw, cracking and almost whipping back into place without care to its owner for any pain it might have felt. Truely, it was easier to blot it out, though it still remained...a different kind of pain than the one Seishirou would try to sear into the flesh of his forehead. He balked in the others grip, not understanding what it was that the ninja was trying to achieve, he only knew...that it was for selfish reasons he had arranged this. There was something he wanted from K9999, there was always something they wanted from him.
"HRUGYAAAAAGH!" Crying out as it ignited, it left his face even more of a mess than it was before...eyes red not because the iris' had been created that way, but because they were filled with the blood. It was more reflex than anything seriously thought out, a blind lashing out of force as he sought to draw away. It picked up the dust from the ruins about them in a gust, the force behind the wind far heavier than just that.
COMBATSYS: Seishirou dodges K9999's Get out of my sight!.
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K9999 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 Seishirou
COMBATSYS: Seishirou has saved the state of this fight.
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K9999 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 Seishirou
COMBATSYS: K9999 has left the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Seishirou has ended the fight here.
That much, is nothing but true.
Does one imagine Seishirou to be a villain? A hero? Depending on who you ask, the Ryouhara is insane, a terrorist, a cult leader. He has been an honorable wolf and an honorless dog. He has lied as much or as more than he has loved. This is the meaning of ninjutsu...
The ninja slides back, the smoke from the dissipated blast still trailing from his hand even as his boots set in the weathered stone beneath his feet, staying the velocity. Even now, he looks on with a tense interest. The clone felt it,but it was more rage than real damage, as might be expected. It must take a significant amount of chi to reform the body on command.
When the man throws out the wave of pure force, the shinobi's eyes are fast, tracking the force of chi as it whirls into a large dust storm. As the momentum drains off his frame from the absorbed Ryuuouin, he throws himself forward, in a low pouncing attack that just barely scrapes over the top edge of the dust wave. He has no room to land. He needs no room to land. He's trying to land in K9999's face. A set of three pinpoint kicks are thrown in that instant. The initial, to the face, then one to either connective at the armpit, to paralyze K9999 and drive him back.
It is the meaning of ninjutsu to sacrifice what the world perceives as proper honor and morals for what is needed to succeed. There are few barriers within the ninja arts. And at the end of the day, K9999 is right. There is something here that the Ryouhara Shinobi Leader requires from the clone.
Regardless of K9999's feelings, Seishirou will see that he attains it.
COMBATSYS: Seishirou restarts a saved fight.
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K9999 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 Seishirou
COMBATSYS: K9999 endures Seishirou's Medium Kick.
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And with each precision attack, the blow lands serving to do exactly as the ninja desired, but with his keen senses he'd realise that inspite of succeeding, the clone had in his own way, turned the offensive into someting that he might use to his advantage. Bloodied and weakened, his spirit was far from broken, infact each and every landed blow or failed attempt only drove him deeper into a furor that would be saited with Seishirou's on fallen body lying still on the ground. A fact that may never be truely realised, atleast today or not till the far future...But it was a thought that drove K9999 foward, accepting the hits with the fatalistic view that he would be returning it tenfold.
K9999's frame was taunt, gaze barely able to lock onto Seishirou, it was where he'd last struck that pinned him into place...and knowing this, like a whipcrack his body snapped foward, the other arm still feeling unravelled into strips, flaring out and collapsing into a hardened spike that was thrust foward with all the energy he could muster. Words were beyond him at present, only the clear need to repay his tormenter stook precident. Not far from a wild animal given full reign, NESTs hadn't created from their experiments children friendly pets, they had created monsters to kill, and kill well. No need for the lesser trappings of a conscience or its ilk.
From one transformation to another, K9999 was like an endless well of possibility that Seishirou could only hope to tap. That the clone was playing into his every move...it was doubtful that in the end, he would even care.
That's exactly the point.
K9999 will probably never care enough to realize it, but now, all of Seishirou's will has been focused into a single instant. Throughtout the fight he has analyzed K9999's every movement, watching him carefully, goading him, gently prodding him forward, stoking a fire of rage within the clone that Seishirou was all too experienced with handling.
K9999 had one fo the few abilities that Seishirou could never even hope to approximate simply by observation. That ability now is one of 'tremendous physical versatility.' What some laymen would call arm warping or 'limb freak,' Seishirou noticed in prior SNFs as one of the few instantces he could see of spontaneous mutation. Something like that.. well.
It's needless to say. As Seishirou said prior, talk is cheap.
When K9999 runs /into/ and /against/ his kicking barrage, Ryouara's eyebrow quirks just a little, until he sees the thrusting arm warping and congealing into a new spiked form thrown at his body like a dead iron sledge. The boy had strength. Had power. Had potential, Seishirou knew that much. But he wasn't the type who could be coerced, or controlled easily. At least, not in the important ways. Seishirou was convinced of that much just by watching him. No. For Seishirou's goals.. he would simply have to take what he wanted.
He unbuckled the blade at his back, sliding the complex from its leather sheath. The Tea-cutter. It is one of the sharpest blades Seishirou has ever forged before the beginnings of the secret Shiraha, one whose bracing plates glow even now with Seishirou's arcane reinforcing 'ninkoujutsu.' It heats the blade, assures there won't even be a single drop of blood wasted in its passage. It is not a blade that Seishirou will waste on pointless dueling. It is a blade with purpose.
This was only one of the reasons why he had arranged this particular match. And now, he sees his goal within arm's reach. Bracing himself against K9999's rushing body, suspended only by dead air for that instant, the blade will flash out.
He will make an expert amputation right at the joint of the shoulder. In an instant, it will be over.
But can fate agree with his will?
Ryouhara can only look up at the summit, and continue to climb.
COMBATSYS: Seishirou counters Shut up! from K9999 with Prime Tactics.
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K9999 1/----===/=======|=------\-------\0 Seishirou
Completly, unfailingly...out of his league.
That was the descriptor for events, and perhaps even the entire fight. The poor clone had no chance nor hope of ever beating the logical odds-driven Seishirou Ryouara. The culmination of this realisation, a realisation that even K9999 would loathe to admit, was the blunt denial of his attack, no, the abrupt searing cauterization shorn from his very body the device that would have delivered it in full. In essence, the silent split-second open mouthed scream of utter polarising shock would only be the start of his mind-fracturing response to literally having that blade cleave through flesh bone and joint.
The arterial spray coated the already slicked rock and sparse grass, the dull thud of his morphed arm soundless beneath the enraged howl of agony and inabillity. If K9999 had snapped before, then this was beyond it. Warmth surged between his fingers as he collapsed to his knees, staring wide-eyed through the red-haze. Seishirou might be tempted to claim his prize, laying deceptively still now removed from its prior owner, but only a fool would think to do so while K9999 was still very much 'awake'. Shuddering, his body wracked in response to this defiling and the danger would make itself clear all too soon.
Coalescing about the youth that stained the air a rippling swirl of red and white, a near globe of layered chi warped into view, rapidly expanding with a clout that surged dust and debris into the air while rocking the ground. "RYOUAAAARRAAAAAAAAA!" The one coherant thing to be said inbetween the mindless outcries, it bespoke promises of the future before even his abnormal body succumbed to the exhaustion and injury inflicted upon it. The rest of the chi dissipated once any damage had been wreaked, with the loss of consciousness, K9999 falling to rest beside Seishirous now easily claimable prize.
COMBATSYS: K9999 can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Seishirou endures K9999's Moon....
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Seishirou would manage to catch the clone's arm in the air. He would, only that it took all of his ability simply to take the arm to begin with. But when the chi swirl blazes around K9999, Seishirou became bitterly, unfailingly aware of the massive pressure that filled the ruins of the Temple.
Shit. If it continues on this much, K9999 will eradicate his sample.
If it continues on much more, K9999 will eradicate /him/.
A fool would think this way. It's true. Unfortunately, for some risks, thinking as a fool is the only option available. Luckily, even at foolery, the Ryouhara shinobi is still a genius savant.
Landing with a backflip only ten or so paces away from K9999, the ninja slams the Tea-cutter back into the leather sling hilt at his back, taking not even time enough to dab the drop of blood on it clean. There would be no time. At once, his other hand snaps forward, unsealing the armlet he wears at his sleeve, sending a cascade of wire loops around and to K9999's side. In this way, Ryouhara elects to take the damage himself rather than sacrificing what he has worked for some bit to get.
The wires cinch tight. The errant limb swings away, retracting..
And a moment after the thing vanishes beneath the shroud of his long coat, the shinobi is blown clear off his feet, torn to bloodied ribbons at the outcry of sheer power. He sails through the air, a /smoking comet/, until he is thrown right into--and /through/--his throne, smashing the stone construct into rubble and dust, Ryouhara's talent the only thing saving his spine from being snapped like dry wood right then and there. The young man lands some way away, smouldering still.
.... Seishirou struggles to stand, only a handful of moments later.
Panting in a single breath a fine /blood mist/ from what might remain of his internal organs. Ryouhara has talent beyond K9999? Maybe. But the boy clone.. did untold amounts of damage. Thin lines of crimson drained down past the corner of his mouth as he spoke, but when he does, it is still with all the composure that is naturally his.
"In the new order, someone with your abilities would be of use," Seishirou complimented the grounded clone. "A waste that the ability goes to someone so reckless..." he remarks, dispassionately.
Luckily, he managed to control his flight path to the point where his throne's base segment wasn't damaged, at least. He labors over to the massive thing. Unsealing the stone seat of the throne wtih a hiss of smoke and a gliding movement that unseats the huge slab in a manner far too easy for someone of his size, he draws out.. a long glass tube, from beneath what must be thousands of smaller beads.
A long glass tube, marked with the Ryouhara sigil in the cap on both ends and filled with a translucent pale green fluid. It is in this container that Seishirou dunks the limb, ignoring the resultant displacement spill but being very careful to leave no air bubbles in the space when he recaps the lid.
He looks back, at the downed clone coldly. "As I said. You should have come at my first call." He unfurls a thick sheaf of cash from his coat, now mildly scorched. This he casts to K9999's body. It's enough to cover his motorcycle, but not the other six casualties of his explosives. One for the arm, the rest he'll take as payment for his trouble. Unbuttoning his collar, the young shinobi steps up onto the throne, making a terse handseal.
"Unlike the Greeks," Seishirou comments blandly, "I don't need Oracles to tell me about the future."
He leaps into the air with the sample case, at the same time the beads detonate. Though they'd hardly hurt K9999 at that range, there were hundreds of them. Thousands of them. Vapor bombs. Enough to clear the throne from the ruins. Enough to propell him into the air on a blast of heat and a trail of vapor that fills his coat, unsealed from his normal outfit and reinforced with his jutsu.
Delphi is enshrouded in a fresh rolling mist that day. A mist that hides a black shadow in the sky, kiting steadily with its prize towards the Aegean.
COMBATSYS: Seishirou has ended the fight here.
Log created on 18:50:59 02/18/2008 by Seishirou, and last modified on 18:42:55 02/23/2008.