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One down, two more to go. With the archer being out of commission and possibly a heartbeat. The other two's rage fueled the actions that caused Hiroshi to get slammed back a few meters perhaps even bruising his arm and part of his chest. The wincing pain stopped him for a second. In that second the foe flung a kunai in which Hiroshi pulled out his own kunai to block the projectile. Once the slight pain subsided his hands formed the necessary handseals to create a paper bunshin.

This bunshin was unlike other bunshins. It was capable of remaking itself after it's dispersed and using minor jutsu of the clan. When he made the clone the first foe jumped forward with his spear and stabbed at the clone. The clone did not dodge but watched as the spear pierced it's body. The foe triumphed in his mind and to his dismay behind him formed the clone again. This clone formed it's own seals and shot 6 shuriken at the guy piercing him many times before the foe fell to the ground in pain.

Again his foe did not like that very much. The armored knuckled tank screamed at the top of his lungs at the clone and him giving them a lariat. The original hiroshi blocked it entirely, catching his arm and taking a ride on it but the clone smacked right to the ground exploding into paper. Though in a second it re materialized itself to fight once more. At that point the juggernaut knew that physical blows would not kill that clone. He had to defeat it's user.

Turning his attention to the actual Hiroshi put the young shinobi on edge. It was rather funny how it happened but this would be an easy defeat. A charge and roar wouldn't even put a single ounce of fear in Hiroshi's heart. The giant arm of the foe cocked back and swung at him aiming right at his face. Within a moment's notice that man's arm was gone. On the floor wriggling around. Then came a second shot, that would allow the giant beast of a man to understand his death. Hiroshi's short sword did him in. After the victory:

Applause shook the arena as Hirsohi made his way out. The fox eyed announcer showed his face and spoke with a lisp to him.

"You did well defeating 3 in a row. Maybe you should take some harder fights, I'll even let you bring along friends."

That didn't make it better. He only picked what was ranked C and lower because that's all he was allowed to do. He wanted to set these animals and people free at all costs. They did not deserve such torture.

Chapter 2: Slaves

The bird stood little chance against a seasoned fighter in the arena and as every fight Hiroshi goes through, the stronger the young man gets. Again he managed to book a fight through the manager of this establishment and was swept back into the fray. The ring was the same as last time. Dirt floor, circular base and on the other side was a large gate in which the foe was held behind. His observations of the arena would yield nothing advantageous since it was so basic.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of an annoying voice. The announcer was screaming Hiroshi's name saying things like. "It's their only way to freedom! Will Hiroshi let them kill him to be free!? I DONT THINK SO!" It was sad, their lives had to end for the pleasure and entertainment of others. At this point is was a human life rather than an animals. He knew that tonight he wouldn't be able to sleep well but that's how the cookie crumbles.

The announcer finished his wailing and went back inside. Yet again once he did so, the gates would open up and out came charging three men. All three with weaponry. It seemed that it was a no holds bar fight to the death. The archer began by firing off an arrow as a warning to him. The arrow missed barely too. His hands react as swift as that arrow was and his old standby jutsu, the shuriken of paper technique fired off. One for each of the foes. The foes though nimbly dodged them and kept coming towards him. Time to react.

Shuriken weren't working. Perhaps a jutsu they wouldn't be able to see coming. He stood there weaving 5 seals before launching 1 wind bullet at the foe. The bullet itself was 4 meters wide and was invisible to the naked eye. It caught the one with the bow by surprise and without too much trouble cut him up nicely. It probably didn't end his life but the blood loss and the neglect from the wounds that these vile people here would meet im his maker.

The other two got too close though. The brute throwing a kick sending Hiroshi flying backwards ten meters rolling. An ukemi caught his balance and shifted him back to offense as he took out a throwing knife and charged back in. The spearman stabbed towards him but it didn't do shit. He took the kunai, blocked it and slid the blade down it's shaft cutting the warrior on the chest. A nice wound inflicted. Though now he had that burly beast looming behind him ready to crush him.

Chapter 1: Big Bird

Hiroshi knew that this time was coming again. Fighting in the arena was his actual only way of training and getting to get some cash at the same time. He usually felt bad to have to kill an animal that was tortured but at the same time he feels that it's best to put them out of their misery anyways. The young shinobi made his way into the arena and as he looked around the crowd bursted out with applaud and cheers.

It wasn't a few seconds before the announcer would rear his ugly face out from under the stage. A microphone in his hand and behind him a giant screen portraying his face. He screamed to the high heavens of how Hiroshi was to fight this large beast of a bird. 20 meters from head to tail tip and having a wing span of 30 meters. Hiroshi thought to himself. 'This isn't a bird. It's a house." Once the formalties were over the man would go back under the stage.

On the other side was a large caged gate that would slowly open and creak. Once in a while shaking by the large bird that rattled it in attempt to escape. Once it fully opened the bird soared out towards the sky. A large metal collar around it's neck to keep it within limits of the arena. The rage it felt from having this neck trap on would extend to the only one within it's eyesight. Hiroshi. The shikigami gulped and as the bird dove at him his hands would morph 2 handseals. His arm flapped into paper and out came 3 shuriken.

The three shuriken launched themselves at the diving foe who managed to nimbly dodge two of them while the last cut the side of it's wing. Exploding in the process from the extra chakra that was stuffed in their by Hiroshi. The bird fell to the ground wounded, though it would get right back up. Angered more than hurt. Things weren't looking good as it pecked at him. Scraping his arm as he tried to parry and dodge the blows.

Hiroshi's attempts to stop the birds attacks caused minor cuts to him but he got the rhythm and with a few moments slapped the damn thing on the beak with an exploding tag. The tag set off and blew part of it's beak off clean. It winced in pain and then let out a blood curdling roar. It went from pissed to adrenaline rush in order to defend it's life. Trapped in a corner with no where to go, no place to hide.