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What the hell are you laughing at tough guy...?

Laughing he watched one target make themselves visible, wielding a pair of kunai. Licking the air he took a few steps back, though doing so at such a slow speed it'd look like he was hardly moving.

You could not fool the Sharingan, Mr. Psycho. Licking his lips like a psychotic fiend and trying to move subtly so as to stay inconspicuous; humorous. Even with such torpid movements, the Sharingan was capable of detecting even the slightest hint of muscle tension, such that the air licking weirdo displayed now. Before anything could be done a Shunshin brought me 5 meters from him, distance to my liking. My scarlet crowns gazed with anticipation without lack of cognition, my advantage would be expounded through my actions.

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Instantaneously upon my re-entrance, my leg sprawled upwards to converge with the chin of my adversary who would acquire less than enough time to react. His chin would buckle against the force of my delivery, but the kick only ignited my sought attack. My follow up was exercised with precision, for when the kick connected, my opponents body would assume the physicality of a rag doll into the air; I would posture myself directly behind him delivering a formidable kick to the blindside of his face in one fluid motion. The exchange administered was certainly equipped well enough to pronounce my foe unconscious; but his fate would eventually recognize its inevitable conclusion.

Meanwhile.

Upon the shunshin, eyes remained cognizant of the excess boy who had appropriately triangulated himself the entire time. The kunai that my lesser's extremities clutched would release them with fatal accuracy at the boy who arrived last. The tailed steel would be thrown with a trajectory of more haste and power, for its intention was to reach behind the boy 4 meters as opposed to the lighter –but yet still deadly – thrown kunai aimed directly for the face. Charging forth after the kunai, each with the provision to deal a catastrophic blow of impressive force, each intended to kill.

Really... That was all?

My clone threw both kunai directly at him, both with proficient aim at their ideal target; yet one harder than the other.

[You posted] Izanagi ran forth, ducking to avoid the incoming kunai aimed to hit him between the eyes,

Both kunai would sing through the air, though the tagged kunai was given a more powerful trajectory simply for its intention to reach behind the shinobi. The boy anticipated the kunai that was aimed for his head with the notion that he would be dodging it, but he would never be given the opportunity. His ignorance of the more deadly weaponry was his undoing. The tagged kunai would reach his location sooner than the other as it was given a more powerful throw, making him entirely susceptible and otherwise helpless. A single seal would be in order as soon as it reached within range to activate the magnificent explosion that would occur not 2 meters from his face. My adversary would clearly never have the time to react, for the explosion would contact him in as soon as the seal was made.

My duplicate stood with two kunai in hand, one that had been personified with a living essence and the other tailed with white textile of admirable power.

I would reform from my concealed position just as the explosion occurred. In a puff of smoke, the kunai aimed for my opponents frame would revert back to its original form: me. I ran directly for my injured, if not lifeless, opponent; Sharingan watching his every move. My clone trailed behind me 10 meters, but his purpose was already utilized successfully. If he still stood, I would converge upon his location to deliver TaiJutsu that his body would not be able to defend against. But this boy was administered fatal damage that would not be recovered from. Face it...

This was over.

– Confirming a Woman –