Handsomely Dangerous! [T]

[Messatsu!]

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Name: Oya.
Classification: Junior.
Rank: C.
Kind: Grounder.
Description: Oya is a small bear cub, no taller than three feet and no wider than two. She is the youngest daughter of Sua, and thusly Namyeol’s granddaughter.
Equipment: Unfortunately, this little tot doesn’t have anything besides sharp claws and teeth to fend with.

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"*Cough. . .Cough. . .COUGH! Jeez that couldn't have gone any better could it?*"

A series of virulent coughs forced themselves abruptly from Masuyo's lungs all thanks to the sharp burn from minuscule particles of snad and debris that managed to find their way into his system from the incessant sandstorms, not to mention the blow he recently received from his most basic summon. The pain that was shooting through every living inch of his body was alarming, his head still rang in a odd melodic rhythm from having been hit by what he thought was some unfathomable and unstoppable force, not to mention the concrete palmtrees that his body so aimlessly plowed through. Though most of the rock particles and debris feel from his cloths from his stancel, he was still covered in dirt to the point were he looked as though he himself was some sort of conjuration of doton.

"Nice attack, but in the end, you'll have to do 10 times better Hehe!"

Finally, after a plethora of steps to get into his stance, Masuyo made it back towards his summon - Oya, the smallest summon within Masuyo's carnivorous family tree. Oya was just a junior, the smallest one at that, but far from anything considered to be 'weak'. Fighting Oya within the vast sea of sand, he had been lightly hurt without a doubt, taking a glancing blow from Oya's small fist which sent him back some few meters. Bears were often symbolized for their power and ruthlessness. A ruthlessness that Masuyo one day hoped to master. Several of those coughs were accompanied by clots of blood that spilled aimlessly from his maw like a loose geyser. His respective hand uplifted to his mouth, wiping away the crimson paint from his lips as he took in hard pulls of air as a means to re-obtain himself with a ample intake of oxygen.

"Teehee, you don't look so good, come back over here and I'll fix you up a bit okay?!"

Beginning to regain himself, he came to a solid stance Continuing his balance pattern of heavy breathing Oya took the initiative to rush forward on all fours, her powerful claws, sharp and thick, dug deep into the mounds of sand below her as she thrust ahead towards Masuyo's position. As she rushed forward, without the need of handseals, her cheeks inflated like hot air balloons before she released a plethora of fireballs. Masuyo heeded their forthcoming, ducking beneath one, dodge rolling to the left to avoid the second and finally his Dosu kinuta arm raised as to align itself with the fireball, deflecting it with its hardened, metallic material.

"Heh, so these are Kouketsu's bears eh, just this one alone seems pretty powerful, Makes me anxious to see the others. That only means one thing. I'll have to just defeat this little cub and move on to the next.

As Oya closed the distance she lunged toward him using the mighty power of her hind legs, she clawed away at Masuyo's shins, hoping to injury in as a means to restrict his movement severely as given Masuyo's shinobi background and frame, he was a rather nimble and difficult target to catch.

[Messatsu!]

Masuyo managed to maintain a pretty balanced line of sight upon his target which in this case was little Oya who made an attempt at his shins, smart gal. Nevertheless Masuyo was more than capable at hand to hand / close range combat despite never having invested and real time and in solid taijutsu - but in masuyo's mind, basic skills and fundamental techniques carried him a long way. With a quick push against the shifting sands, his body uplifted off of the ground itself, performing a twisting, frontward flip and landed in a way where he faced Oya's back as he went to punch downwardly toward her back with his right arm combined with the weight of his Dosu Kinuta which would in itself add a deadly effect whether it hit or not.

Soon enough his attack found a target, but not target he so desired to strike. Instead of hitting the actual Oya, it was a mere afterimage, a optical illusion created by means of a high speed movement that caused Masuyo to strike the sand instead. His hand sunk through the sands surface, yet, due to the forward thrusting of his right arm, it had been enough to trigger his vibrating sound wave which transcended across the land at the speed of -well- sound! Oya positioned herself to Masuyo's righter most flank, claws sharpened and teeth grit, he readied herself to attack once more but unfortunately her plan of attack would have gone without fruition.

Don't fret, she really tried to attack - really, however she couldn't move due to having been affected by Masuyo's amplified sound waves that dove deep into her ear drums. That specific sound wave was probably something that Oya had never before experienced. It was a specialized ninjutsu that utilized sound manipulated chakra that drives itself into the ears of its victim. The waves traveled directly into Oya's inner ear, going beyond her threshold of pain which allowed it to achieve its ultimate effect.

". . .Gotcha!"

By having disrupted her ears via sound waves, she instantly lost her sense of balance, wobbling back and forth without control which soon induced a wild case of vomiting that seemed uncontrollable. Although Oya would soon became under his control, until then she was an enemy. Capitalizing on her weakened state, a swift, rising, punting kick found itself digging upwardly into her abdomen, worsening her case of uncontrollable vomitting.

"Yeeah! how you like dem apples huh?!"

[Messatsu!]

The unpalatable sound of shuffling stomach acid and grinding bones snapped through the general area as Oya's body unwillingly uplifted into the air from t he force of Masuyo's devastating kick. She whimpered in pain but it wasn't nothing she couldn't take, not from a human. Besides, she was a bear which always had insanely high thresholds of pain. The knockback of Masuyo's kick was far from anything 'impressive', being no more than a meager 5 meters, but it wasn't the knockback that still kept Oya at a disadvantage. You see the effects of the Jounin's Dosu Kinuta lasted for quite some time, namely 10 seconds which - through the eyes of shinobi- was a eternity.

The moment he regained his balance he blitzed forward, ripping across the golden sea with a brisk dash. Sprialing sprays of sand billowed into the air behind each step until he finally reach Oya who he dominantly picked up with one arm and held her as high as he could. After fully raising his arm, he released her and struck her with a quick punch of his opposite hand, followed by a spinning sobat kick to Oya's ribs which sent her revolving along the sands once more. She skipped along the surface like a lifeless rag doll before coming to a stop.

"Had enough?!"

Oya tried to regain her balance but only struggled to do so, but luckily for her the final stages of Masuyo's sound wave amplifier began to wear off, automatically restoring the balance within her body as well as curing the severe case of vomiting that accompanied its other effects. Masuyo dashed in but by then, Oya had regained everything she needed to fend for herself. Once more her mouth inflated, a tail tale sign of Oya preparing one of her two Katon ninjutsu.

Her head snapped forward which caused Masuyo to react and perform a forward and right jump - but in the end nothing came out! Masuyo realized this as his eyes widened mid jump which had been exactly when Oya fired off a true ball of fire with the next breath. Endan! From point blank rage!

What could Masuyo do?

[Messatsu!]

"Damnit! Not again!"

Licks of fire sought after Masuyo's flesh as Oya's powerful endan came to fruition. Given that the two had been in relatively close ranges, it was at a distance where that Masuyo could not have avoided the attack at all. The size of the fireball in comparison to Kouketsu's own was without a doubt of minuscule in terms of scale. But having been caught mid-jump he had not other choice but to feel the full brunt of Oya's Katon chakra. Both arms attempted to cross one another, his Dosu kinuta tried taking to the front lines as to protect his face with its hardened materials. However it wasn't fast enough, endan was going to slip through!

In an instant, medical chakra flourished and coursed throughout his entire face within seconds - swelling his face with chakra which had appeared to be Oya's area of interest in regards to her attack. In a nutshell, the healing process via Yin destruction, Masuyo's ultimate trump care which allowed him to walk away from Kouketsu's Great Fireball Jutsu nearly unscathed! All thats to that sealess technique, his body had already begun healing before the fireball hit him directly in the face. It had been by a razor thin margin but by all means it was more than enough. As the fires approached he could feel the flames heat for a moment before he found himself smacked in the face.

"BOOM!"

Unlike Kouketsu's fireball, Oya's lacked an explosion, so in terms of impact it had been more so like a concussize force that 'pushed' him back and down into the sand with impressive force. The force of Masyuo's body snapping back and down into the sands caused its thick, malleable essence to splash up as if it'd been water itsef. Normally the jutsu wouldn't have been anything lethal, but the sheer pain and force it could muster was by far anything that exceeded the average human threshold for pain. Luckily for Masuyo he was no average human, and addition to this he held a damn near instantaneous healing technique that would aid all of his wounds and repair them in a matter of seconds with a simple thought of anticipation and flare of chakra.

"Ooooooh ouch! Looks like that one hurt! Teeheeehee!"

Lying upon his back, etched into the sands, Masuyo's orange haired head uplifted, looking towards Oya with a smug look upon his face as his charred skin began rapidly healing. A soft chuckle emitted from his lungs as he slowly pushed himself up to his feet, his face healing itself to appear as though the burns upon his face never happened at all. Both hands moved along his body, patting away what dirt managed to accumulate from his clothes as licks of billowing smoke risen from his face.

"C'mon now, that wasn't as nearly as strong as Kouketsu's fireballs, I'm sure you can do better than that right? If yah can, how bout' you show me?! Hehehe"

[Messatsu!]

Licks of dark smoke from burnt flesh billowed into the air off of Masuyo's face as his body lifted itself up and pushed off the ground in order to come to his feet. The smug look upon his face had soon swapped presence with a look of agression and utter seriousness, he wanted to end this fight once and for all. Saving his sister had been his main priority and thereby caused him to desperately search for power which would then lead him to the worlds riches. Power had been a necessity, and so was money.

". . .

Its time to end this. . ."

Slowly he walked towards Oya, but with each step his gaiting progressively increased, going from a slow, baleful walk, to a malicious jog, and finally a venomous sprint. His left hand swelled with chakra, covering itself with a blue sheen of fiery chakra which carried a deadly and revered paralytic effect that made Akadou a force to be reckoned with. Oya retaliated with a level of aggression never before seen; she too lunged forward with all her might ready to end the attack if possible, but question was, could she really had done so?

With both opposing forces charging forward, both attacks turned into a lethal game of chicken, one of which Oya lost in essence. Instead of remaining on her straightforward path, her body flickered around to Masuyo's righter most flank. Little did young Oya know was that out of all the possible outcomes, Oya flickering around to gain a more advantageous position was overly considered. With that in mind, and having adapted to her rate of speed, seeing where she'd come to a stop had not been difficult at all. As she stopped, a swift hand would have found home, a hand that ceased all movement and rendered her body useless.

Quickly with his free hand Masuyo retrieved a kunai from his hip pack and twirled around his middle finger before stopping it in a reverse grip. He pressed it against Oya's neck, which was a physical gesture that the fight was over and Masuyo had been the victor. With a few simple words she complied. But in doing so she seemed infuriated with being under Masuyo's control and disappeared in a small explosion of harmless smoke, teleporting back to her own little world.

[Fuck Yeah!]

Fucking Learned nigga

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+50 EXP for BROKEN'S JAN POSTS! Super jel!
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