By Tranquil 0 Comments
A torrential storm of swords erupted as the two combatants clashed. Each strike was pinpoint and their defense infallible in this opening bout. The opponents moved like a blur, neither giving up an inch of room. The fire in their eyes was a testament to their eagerness to engage one another. A short break in the action gave the two men a moment to take in glances before diving back into the intense exchange.
"I gotta admit, your fast for a child," Milo commented, narrowly evading a swipe that caught the tip of his lengthy afro. He leaped back to gain some space and readjust his footing. "But let's turn it up a notch." Swirling winds enveloped the Keijijo Kaze and the sword began to glow. Using air yoso Milo augmented the cutting power of the geijutsu hoko, a nigh peerless blade, to an extraordinary level. Smiling he used the air step to close the distance in a split second, then launched a savage offensive campaign of wide arcing slashes, each aimed to cripple his adversary without endangering his life.
Yusuke's cold silence was a common characteristic. In battle he believed even the slightest deviation of focus could cost one his life and for this reason his mind did not formulate words. Strategies and counters filled his thoughts as the opposition began to introduce his chakra to the battle. The power exuding from the man forced the Namikaze Nightmare to throw up his arms in defense, lest he be pushed back by the pure concussive force alone. When the Keijijo understudy instantaneously appeared in front of him Yusuke was forced to react or be cut. His blade ignited, white hot flames sifted off of the sword as it parried each and every swipe. The flame danced lividly wind fueling its intensity with each swipe. Using the new found range the Namikaze was able to land a devastating strike that sent his opponent reeling back with a bloodcurdling yelp.
The searing pain was mind numbing. The lengthy gash tattooed across his chest had been sealed by the flames of the weapon, preventing blood loss that would've been problematic in the future. It seemed as if Milo wasn't the only one intent on preserving life. The boy could have easily aimed elsewhere and possibly removed Milo's head if he so pleased. The Tranquil eyed his opponent who sat back lackadaisically twirling his fiery blade, unsure of whether he was underestimating or overestimating his enemy. What if the strike was a lucky hit? Or could his opponent be toying with him? With all these questions running through his mind and no answer in sight Milo decided it was time to play it safe. He would have to rely on his elusive speed and artful agility to prevail.
Yusuke grew tired of the standoff and wished to once more drench himself in the fury of battle. Several swipes cut through the air sending thick slices of fire towards Milo. The Keijijo Kaze was prepared and evaded each strike with uncanny fluidity. The time it took him to avoid damage allowed Yusuke to close the distance and continue with an onslaught of slashes. It seemed that the man realized his wind powered blade was only fueling Yusuke and because of this he ducked and weaved, ensuring that two blades never connected. The Namikaze Prince became more frustrated with every miss, thus he began to swing wildly. The immediate area became untouched by snowfall, a testament to the incalculable amounts of heat being released.
Milo could see the teenager was losing his composure. He was naturally impatient and the fact that Milo was able to remain out of the strike zone seemed to bother the boy even more. What was once carefully planned footwork now became effortless as the attacks adopted more emotion. At this point the opponent was practically telegraphing his strikes, which gave Milo the opportunity to study his chakra network. Milo was searching specifically for the origin point of his fire style and once located, the Keijijo Kaze knew what to do. With impeccable timing and ingenious positioning the Tranquil narrowly dodged a stab aimed for his eye socket. As the boy retracted his arm Milo stepped around him. Now positioned to the left of his opponent, Milo activated the geijutsu hoko's special ability. The tip of blade developed a milky white luminescent just before puncturing the left clavicle. The force of the blow sent the boy flying into a nearby tree, his body collapsing upon contact. The flame was extinguished as the boy rose to his feet.
Clutching his chest, Yusuke was astonished. No physical damage had been done, yet he didn't feel the same. "What did you do to me?" he growled. Milo smiled halfheartedly. "I've sealed your chakra point. That one specifically affected the conversion of your chi into elemental energy. Now you can no longer access fire techniques." Yusuke's amazement became coupled with anger. This disability would hamper him in his confrontation with the Impero. The wish to preserve his opponent's life was now gone. Activating Heaven's Eyes, the once dark pupils adopted a peculiar design of a red cosmic star. His naiatsu became more prevalent with the release, forcing even the Keijijo Elite to their knees. "This is your final chance. Remove yourself from my path."