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Sacrifice

The warrior-monks of the world were renowned in their own sort of way. With nearby communities, they were heralded as protectors and heroes—saviours of the mortal bodies and immortal souls of all those they graced with their presence—and were treated with the same reverence with which other men might treat their gods. In truth, Kyōsuke knew, they were no better than shinobi. He had thought the warrior-monks of Daikōmyō-ji worse, traitors, when they had turned to those under his and Konohagakure's command with promises of support against their homeland. They had given over what he had imagined were secrets of Kumogakure's plans for movement. They had given over what he now knew were lies. Never had he given them his trust, but he would grace them with his wroth for trying to abuse the respite that he had granted them.

Mount Zaō was too kind a mistress to the two-time-traitors. Even if they deluded themselves with the notion that they were protecting their country with their duplicity, they had still involved themselves with what must have been a wilful sacrifice of the lives of their countrymen to no true end. The most sickening part of the facade, considering the matter retrospectively, was that none of the teams that Kyōsuke and his team had ambushed seemed to be aware that their lives were being used as a ploy. Perhaps he'd consider the tactic in a different light had it been successful. Nonetheless, they had doomed themselves with each step they had taken, for and against Kaminari no Kuni, and they would meet with his fury whether or not the entire Jade Dragon saw fit to send squall after squall of biting wind and frigid snow screaming down on top of him. Perhaps the mountain didn't favour them, but reviled him instead. Kyōsuke sneered at the notion of a spiteful mountain.

He and he alone had come to deal justice to the turncoats, as had to be done. Having informed his shinobi or those of Hi no Kuni would have both been too slow a process and would have required him to divulge their betrayal at best in a place where they could hear him doing so, and at worst in front of them. Having left suddenly with little explanation even to his own men gave him the best odds he could expect, and even then he did not presume that he would catch them unawares.

"Perhaps," he decided, "the blizzard is for the best, then." The darkening of the day's light he was less certain about. He had dared only keep an open flame to the treeline, necessary though it might not have been, but had only done so because he had forgone the trodden path altogether. Thankfully, Mount Zaō was sloped such that, from any given point at its base, it would not be outlandishly difficult to climb all the way to its summit without coming within a direct line-of-sight with the monastery. Its slopes were, on occasion, so steeped that it would not be a far-fetched thought to have that the mountain belonged in Unraikyō rather than the Jade Dragon. Of course, Mount Zaō's edges were far more jagged than the rock columns of the coastal valley, and many times taller.

As treacherous as the combination of steep slopes and the break of twilight could have been for a novice, especially when thrown under the cover of a snowstorm, Kyōsuke found himself most preoccupied with management for the possibility of being noticed or followed, despite knowing the event's improbability. Taking every precaution available to him, he made certain to coat his hands and feet were coated in sufficient chakra to allow him to just barely impress upon the surface of the snow. In the whiteout, the indentations he left vanished in seconds behind him, though he suspected that at this altitude on the mountainside any footprints that one might leave would be likely to disappear quickly whether or not it was snowing, given the intensity of the wind. This sort of assurance made him much more comfortable in his use of Koharubiyori rather than thick layers of clothing. Though he didn't expect to find any shinobi among the monks, he knew it to be entirely possible, and had designed the route of his approach with that in mind.

Given that the mountain, barring Daikōmyō-ji itself, was both uninhabited and isolated, there existed no perfected maps as to the topography or layout of the area. From the image that Kyōsuke had constructed piecemeal from the various reports that his and Konohagakure's team had delivered to him over the course of several years while in the area, he had been able to determine that an approach from the monastery's north, while requiring him to scale a cliff face, would allow him to approach unseen and from outside of the range of the vast majority of even specialist sensory-type shinobi.

Cresting the final ridge on his trek took him back to the task at hand, as a biting flurry caught him by the chest, staggering him. The experience was quite unique; feeling the cold lick across him for the first time during the ascent found him a little off-guard, but his radiating heat shielded him from the brunt of the chill. A shiver went down his spine before the gust passed, allowing him to find his footing once again. Looking out over the cirque whose edge he had just mounted, he was able to catch the faintest glimmer of torchlight scattered into the undulating waves of snow in the air. In another moment, the light was gone, hidden by a curtain of white. Kyōsuke began moving again.

When he reached the base of the valley's headwall, he put his hand to the stone and began to haul himself upwards. In order to properly approach undetected, his chakra would have to remain suppressed until he had actually vaulted the monastery's walls. The cold would have to seep back into his bones, and the ascent would have to be done entirely by hand. The sensation of touching something truly cold once more was strange. After his second shove up from the ground, the last wisps of steam were snatched away from around his chest and shoulders, sent trailing into the grey. The colour of his surroundings had solidified now into a true grey rather than the white that it had been, and he knew that within the next half hour it would turn a deep brown-orange for but a handful of minutes. After that, within the blizzard and away from the monastery and its path, the world would turn pitch black.

The cliff's height, though advantageous for a discrete approach, meant that Kyōsuke, who for all the merits he knew himself to have would never consider himself the strongest or most resilient person, would have to scale the roughened surface as quickly as he could manage in order to avoid frostbite. Though the process would likely be precarious, and certainly felt as such, Kyōsuke knew himself to have low odds of injuring himself in the climb; knowing that, were he to slip or to move too slowly, growing too cold, he could instantly rectify the problem set him well enough at ease. The only downside to his ability to prevent himself from falling or succumbing to the frost was that it would no doubt alert a sensory-type to his presence.

Hand over hand, he continued up the rock.



Frigid and stiff, when he felt the smooth surface of carved stone, Kyōsuke let out a soft sigh of relief at the arduous portion of his task having been completed without major incident. Letting his chakra flow freely, the crystals of ice that met his body began to heat and boil away from him. Closing his eyes, he allowed his mind to open to the environment around him, attempting to feel first for the presence of the nearest person. Noting that none appeared to be patrolling the wall, likely due to the nonexistent visibility of a sky cloaked by snowstorm, he set foot flat to the stone of the wall and let his shoulders roll back as his next foot followed. Walking perpendicular on the wall, so much more natural than climbing by hand to Kyōsuke, felt like taking the first breath of fresh air in hours, though he knew that the climb had not quite taken him half as long as a single one.

Turning over the parapet and stepping down onto the roofed walkway along the wall, Kyōsuke took a moment to ensure that none of the signatures of others about the monastery were nearing him before kneeling to the ground. As he did so, he weaved a short set of seals with his right hand as his left braced to greet the ground. Without a sound, the mark of summoning spread across it, leaking out a shadow as viscous as oil that took the shape of a man.

Katsuyori rarely spoke to Kyōsuke. He did not do so when Kyōsuke motioned to be followed, as he turned to walk along the wall. Though the kitsune had been called upon for service in Kaminari no Kuni before, never had Kyōsuke asked him to follow him into battle in weather as bad as the blizzard they used to mask themselves as they stalked into the monastery. Though only just barely, Kyōsuke was able to hear the spirit draw his blade over the wind.

Though the walkway was lit, the world continued to darken as the greys of the world began to tint with orange and brown. The greatest affect that the flames of the lanterns had was to cast confusing beams of bright red-orange light and shadow onto the rolling waves of snow in the air that passed them. One shadow from among those sent scattered into the unknown cast over an smooth-looking but uneven surface to Kyōsuke's left. He took it to be a rock, and stepped off of the stone of the walkway to confirm a suspicion as to the rock's presence.

The pair moved through the karesansui slowly. Unlike the hisashi-styled walkways along the wall and those proper hisashi that branched off from it that no doubt led directly to the other buildings of the monastery, the garden was uncovered. From Kyōsuke's experience with other monasteries, he suspected that passing straight across the garden would take him directly to where he needed to be, so he did not hesitate to step across the snow-covered gravel to its opposite side. If Daikōmyō-ji were anything like what he expected it to be, the hōjō, where the head priest would be at this time of night, would be directly overlooking the garden. The calm, cold flame of chakra that he could feel across from them would be the oshō. If it was, he was alone.

Stepping up the stairs layered in snow, out from the karesansui, the pair passed under the cover of a building's eaves once more. Visibility returned to some sense of semblance, giving the two of them clear sight of the building's simple structure and style. The walls were shuttered with amado, rendering the building opaque to the naked eye. To their right, the shutters that covered a door were made distinct. The steam wreathing Kyōsuke from the snow striking his body calmed to a steady shimmer of heat. Kyōsuke took this to mean that the building was warm. With Katsuyori over at his side, he moved to the door. Behind it, and perhaps through a room or two, the calm flame waited.

When Kyōsuke slid aside the shutters, he waited to see if the man would react to the sound or if it were muffled by the constant drone of the wind. When he didn't make to move, Kyōsuke slid open the shōji and moved into the room. Empty, tatami-floored, and unadorned, the inside of the room he entered could easily be mistaken for a thousand others. After taking a couple of steps in, he waited again for the man to move. When he did not, Kyōsuke motioned for Katsuyori to follow. If the dimensions of the room that sat before them were identical to the one they were in, then the oshō were seated at its centre.

Exchanging a glance with the spirit before he approached the thin washi door that separated them from their quarry, Kyōsuke motioned for the kitsune to enter the room first. Katsuyori moved to the door's edge, ōdachi raised in a poise to strike. In a single breath, the door had been thrust to one side and Katsuyori had crossed the room to the seated monk, slashing downwards and across his body.

Perhaps the oshō was so lost in meditation that his sense of the world around him had fled. Perhaps he had found enlightenment and left worldly things behind. Perhaps he had simply heard them arrive and had already accepted his fate. In any case, the slice of the sword had cut across his back, cleaving clear through his shoulder and through his spine. When the tip of the blade flicked out from his body just above his hip, blood shot across the floor in a fine spray. The sound of the monk's slump across the floor was satisfying to Kyōsuke.

"A fitting end for a traitor."

"Don't make a mess of the other ones. I want it to look clean," he commanded, joining Katsuyori behind the man. Kneeling, he grabbed the man by the hair to pull him back up to a seated position. He did not appear to be quite dead. From the groan that weakly escaped the man's limp mouth, he determined that the cut had not actually struck the heart, even though from the sound of it, it had collapsed a lung. He felt a small amount of regret at giving a man who had likely been doing little more than what he saw as protecting his country such an unclean death. "I've this one," he said quietly, voice tinted with the grace of mercy.

To the barely-conscious oshō, he knew, he'd seem the opposite of mercy to his pain. He was dressed as the ANBU leader that he served as in Kaminari no Kuni. He was clad in the steel grey jacket, shin guards, arm guards, black form-fitting hood, black gloves, and was bore no mark of village. Most eerily, and what he expected most to be in the foreground of the monk's vision, he bore a white mask, completely featureless beyond the horizontal slits it had for eyes. With his height and with the aura he gave off, he expected that he would completely eclipse the sights of the man's last moments. Kyōsuke brought his left hand to the man's face and took it from him.

He let the corpse slump to the ground once again when he stood.

"Nehan Shōja no Jutsu for the remainder, I think," he suggested, assuming them to be in meditation as their master was. While the oshō might not frequent the zen-dō, he had no doubt in his mind, from the lack of others that he sensed walking the paths of the monastery, that they would be gathered there.

Leaving the bloodstained room behind them, passing through the monastery grounds went swiftly and quietly. Kyōsuke had no doubt in his mind that when he removed his mask upon entering the room, the few monks at his feet that managed to turn their their heads towards him would feel as much a sinking sense of confusion as they did the thick layer of dread from looking into his eyes. Not even those who strained against the pull of sleep resisted the genjutsu.

Kyōsuke and Katsuyori made short work of the room. Cleaner than the first, though bloody still, Katsuyori tore a strip of cloth from one of the monk's robes to clean the blade as they stepped back out into the grounds. It was properly twilight now, and the lanterns about the monastery cast real light into the dark orange backdrop of the sky.

Kyōsuke sighed, noting that the last flame other than he and the spirit had been extinguished. Closing his mind's eye, he took in a deep breath and donned his mask once more, before crouching so as to sit on the edge of the hisashi.

"Should we wait the storm out, then?" he asked of the spirit, expecting no real reply.

[Techniques used:

Kyōsuke,
Koharubiyori - E-Rank (no cost)
Chakra Yokusei no Jutsu - C-Rank (5)
Koharubiyori - E-Rank (no cost)
Kanchi no Jutsu - D-Rank (2)
Kuchiyose no Jutsu (Katsuyori) - A-Rank (15)
Shōshagan no Jutsu - B-Rank (10)

Katsuyori,
Nehan Shōja no Jutsu - A-Rank (15)

Relevant attributes:
Katsuyori's,
Strength - Masterful
Constitution - Proficient
Stamina - Masterful
Coordination - Masterful
Reflex - Epic
Wisdom - Masterful

Stamina remaining: Kyōsuke - 135 (43, 60), Katsuyori - 135]

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Kyōsuke Chikamatsu
Strength: Average (Minor Advantage with Taijutsu)
Constitution: Average (Minor Advantage with Taijutsu)
Stamina: Masterful (150 SP, 60 SP with Taijutsu, 60 SP with Ninjutsu)
Coordination: Masterful (Major Advantage with Ninjutsu)
Reflex: Proficient (Minor Advantage with Taijutsu)
Wisdom: Legendary (Major Advantage with Genjutsu, Godlike with Fūinjutsu, Godlike with Taijutsu)

Fūinjutsu Specialist, Genjutsu Specialist, Kuchiyose Specialist, Ninjutsu Specialist, Sensory Minor, Taijutsu Specialist


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The white-out bodysuit that the Fox had donned proved more than appropriate as the sky fell in cold alabaster crystals. The white-out conditions served to mask her departure from the Konoha Forward Base after Uchiha Rei, their commander, had apparently taken her rest for the evening, and continued to cover her tracks. The clinging material of her uniform made her seem as a ghost, perhaps even a kitsune herself, as she moved toward the monastery from directly along the path. She’d held off until the worst of the storm, when visibility was at its lowest, something that most survivalist ninja would have warned against doing. The Fox, however, did not mind the cold, and kept dry under her bodysuit, so while the cold crept into her very bones, she was in less danger of actually succumbing to hypothermia than the average ninja. Aside from that, she had trained for such conditions, and held an almost supernatural resistance to them.

So it was that she could approach unnoticed, red and black eyes peering through the snow for the rope conveniently left for her, dangling from one of the walls on the outside and occasionally swaying with the wind. The young ANBU paused, taking stock of the apparently abandoned hisashi and feeling a creeping feeling. She knew of the mole amongst the monks, a person so obsessed with peace and afraid for Kaminari’s destruction at the hands of an angered Konoha that they would sell out their brethren to decrease funding and undermine Kumogakure no Sato. He couldn’t get the information on who and where they were himself, but he could point out who did hold the information, and had done so already. His only other contribution was a clean way over the wall, but the lack of sentries – even in this storm – seemed a little far-fetched.

The Fox held in a grunt as she climbed the rope, avoiding using any of her chakra for the time being. This felt like some kind of setup, and while she did not fear the monks or any ninja therein, conservation seemed the best option for now, until she could figure out just what was going on. Pointed ears and red eyes made their way above the wall’s crest first, and she glanced around. The cold stone was covered in about three inches of fresh snow and an additional quarter inch of ice, but the Fox pulled herself up silently and rolled onto the walkway, kneeling low and turning head as though on a swivel, first right and then left. An eerie silence followed, and another wave of rising dread rolled through her as she stood, beginning to circle the walkway herself in an effort to better survey the area.

Such it was that six minutes went by before she came into the visual range of the only living inhabitants of the wall, and when she did, the masked ninja and his apparent companion caused her eyes to widen. Kumogakure found out about the mole…this man…he… she thought to herself, swallowing down a sudden lump in her throat. He killed the monks, and he’s waiting for me! Gloved hand closed into a fist as she reacted in the way that was only natural for her in the face of an obvious intent to kill – to kill first. She thrummed with power, releasing a wave that blew the snow away from herself and caused a distortion in the air before the Fox launched forward, fist cocked, aimed to take the man’s head from his shoulders.

[Used:
Iron Body Style: S-rank (Cost halved)
Strong Fist Style: C-rank (D-rank cost halved)
Tomoe Three Sharingan
Hachimon: Kaimon (17 Posts)

Active:
Above

Stamina Remaining: 85.85%

Stats:
Strength: Epic
Constitution: Legendary
Stamina: Masterful (Minor Adv Tai)
Reflex: Legendary (Minor Adv)
Coordination: Legendary (Minor Adv)
Wisdom: Masterful (Epic Precog)]

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Stats:
Str: Proficient
Con: Masterful
Sta: Masterful
Coo: Legendary (Godlike with Taijutsu)
Ref: Legendary (Godlike with Taijutsu)
Wis: Legendary (Godlike with Fuuinjutsu)

Skills:
Taijutsu Spec
Fuuinjutsu Spec
Ninjutsu Spec
Ijutsu Minor
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The sensation of sudden and coursing adrenaline was not one that Kyōsuke felt often, and one he had rarely in his life felt provoked by something he could not see. Despite that, every muscle in his body going rigid as the hair along his arms and neck stood on end in the instant that he began to rotate to his left, pushing away from the wood of the walkway with his hands as he turned. Already, the flickering of two half-handseals at his side sent chakra down through his foot and into the ground beneath the snow, the air darkening around him as he did so.

The first sound that broke the deafening silence imposed on the monastery by the snowfall was not the rumble of the rock and dirt beneath him, but rather the violent thrum of pressure, still behind him, over his left shoulder, rapidly warping the fabric of the twilit world. The light that had scattered out across the waves of white from the building danced mockingly as the patterns of the falling snow were shattered, the flakes thrown up and away as if they were as many embers. That sound was only momentarily distinguishable before the sound of the cracking of stone and wood filled the air between Kyōsuke and his assailant.

The maw of a dragon, open and angry, sundered the ledge of the walkway where he had been perched, propelling itself upward with such force that Kyōsuke himself was shunted away from the spot, though he had not even yet managed to turn fully around. Flashing through his mind as he turned were all of the paths of action; were the assailant caught between the jagged stone teeth, he'd have little problem dealing with their remains, but the more likely scenario would be that the serpent served as little more than an obstacle, smashed to bits or evaded. In the latter scenario, he was unsure that it would even manage to serve much of a continued purpose, as the momentum required to interpose it between himself and the aggressor required some relinquished control, meaning that it would continue on through the roof of the walkway whether it aided him or not.

In this situation, it did not; likely entirely lacking the ability to redirect and follow his opponent, Kyōsuke acknowledged that he'd have to abandon it in the second that he had made some distance between himself and the enemy. Thankfully, the tool that he'd not have to drop—Katsuyori—was able to act independently. The moment that his master had turned from the ledge, he too thrust into action, though much quicker than Kyōsuke had. Comparatively whipping to face the shudder in the white, the kitsune drew in a quick breath as his hand moved to draw. As his hand began to move back up, the breath was expelled, and a cloud of hot black soot exploded outward, clashing with the white of the skies.

Though the draw would move slower than the assailant's fist, in the dark of the ash, the spirit figured to have granted some extended leeway to both himself and Kyōsuke. Sword drawn, the kitsune leapt sideways, slashing down through the wood and paper of the building's wall with a sword that itself ignited. Though the cut was not clean, it was enough to allow him to push himself into the adjacent room and out of the cloud of black. Once there, a single handseal preceded three simultaneous puffs of smoke. Where before stood one of him, there now stood four. Each of them then, the clones leading, dashed to slice a path through the wall at different corners, back into the cloud of ash.

Kyōsuke, lowering to land at a crouch as he slid to a stop across the snow, finally complething his turn, anticipated another rapid change of pace of his opponent. Between that and needing some way of reacting through the smokescreen, he let open his mind's eye with another pulse of chakra, feeling outwards for some sense of who he was facing. As he did so, he let a gloved hand graze the surface of the ground in preparation for additional evasive measures, if necessary.

Techniques used:

Kyōsuke,
Doton: Dosekiryū - B-Rank (10)
Kanchi no Jutsu - D-Rank (2)

Katsuyori,
Katon: Haijingakure no Jutsu - B-Rank (10)
Chakura Nagashi - C-Rank (5)
Kage Bunshin no Jutsu - B-Rank (10)
Chakura Nagashi - C-Rank (x3; 15)

Techniques active:

Kyōsuke,
Koharubiyori - E-Rank (no cost)

Katsuyori,
En'enra - summon ability; opponents engaged with him receive a penalty of a Minor Advantage to their tracking and precognition for the purposes of engaging with him (i.e. not with the summoner)

Relevant attributes:

Kyōsuke's,
Stamina - Masterful
Coordination - Masterful (Major Advantage with Ninjutsu)
Reflex - Proficient
Wisdom - Legendary

Katsuyori's,
Strength - Masterful (Minor Advantage)
Constitution - Proficient (Minor Advantage)
Stamina - Masterful (Minor Advantage)
Coordination - Masterful (Minor Advantage)
Reflex - Epic (Minor Advantage)
Wisdom - Masterful (Minor Advantage)

Stamina remaining: Kyōsuke - 135 (31, 60), Katsuyori - 121 (the original has 34, and the clones have 29 each)

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Kyōsuke Chikamatsu
Strength: Average (Minor Advantage with Taijutsu)
Constitution: Average (Minor Advantage with Taijutsu)
Stamina: Masterful (150 SP, 60 SP with Taijutsu, 60 SP with Ninjutsu)
Coordination: Masterful (Major Advantage with Ninjutsu)
Reflex: Proficient (Minor Advantage with Taijutsu)
Wisdom: Legendary (Major Advantage with Genjutsu, Godlike with Fūinjutsu, Godlike with Taijutsu)

Fūinjutsu Specialist, Genjutsu Specialist, Kuchiyose Specialist, Ninjutsu Specialist, Sensory Minor, Taijutsu Specialist


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The pounding of the Fox’s heart crashed like a war drum across the otherwise quiet monastery. Quiet, at least, until the crashing crack of stone and rumbling rock-slide roar of a dragon conjured from the mountain below rushed upward. The wall crumpled beneath its might, but the Fox did not falter, fist slamming through the faux heavenly creature. Stone scales shattered as gloved fist penetrated the technique, and the girl forced her way through it, ruining its ability to continue onward. The second one, came a half-formed thought, crimson gift shifting in their sockets to note the sudden intake of breath and hand on sword from the partner of the monastery murderer. Even as she crashed bodily through the dragon, that one sought to obscure the battlefield. Several things came to mind in that moment, and her body went on auto-pilot for a moment as she sorted them out. They are either toying with me, or they are not as fast as I am. The thought was accompanied by her short-term memory recalling the speed with which the surprised companion brought hand to sword. The swordsman, however, is close – I should probably take him out, first, despite the menace I feel from the masked one.

As this was decided, she turned her entire body in a forward hand-spring, letting white-clad legs splay out and dissuade any follow-up strike by the force and speed of the kick. Eyes stung and watered in the soot that had suddenly filled the area, and the crumbling wall made poor purchase as the Fox put one hand on a stone, only to have it shift. Celerity and dexterity both allowed her to use that shifting stone still to continue her movement, hearing the decision of at least one opponent to drop into the room below. She regained her feet on the obscured walkway, ears managing in the sudden lack of movement from the destroyed dragon to hear the sound of displaced air and new steps. Shadow clones? she guessed, hands slapping together as her momentum carried her further back. The form of the Rabbit gave birth to lightning surrounding her in every direction, and not a moment too soon in the dark, as she heard – should the kitsune clones’ course continue – three distinct noises denoting the sudden disappearance of clones. The only other noise would be of the briefly paralyzed Katsuyori, feet no doubt shuffling against the stone walkway. Should all go as planned, her next action would be an immediate attack against what she assumed to be a paralyzed and damaged assailant, left hand sweeping out to catch any recovering sword arm and strike and the right aiming to bring a hammer fist into the neck hard enough to crack the spine and render the swordsman inoperable, if not dead.

Regardless of the success of her defense and counter-attack, the flow of lightning would give enough time for her to leap up and away from the stone wall, high enough to leave the ash and soot expelled from the kitsune behind her. A trail of black followed her sudden exit from the blinding technique, the crack of the stone beneath her leap denoting the power with which the prodigiously high jump was made as she sought to retarget. A mixture of emotion rolled through the normally calm ANBU operative as black and red eyes scanned the mountainside-turned-battlefield quickly, and found the masked opponent, his hand against the ground. I know he has Earth Release. The ground could shift – caution. Normally, the Fox would redirect to dive at the man, but her anger and bloodlust was born from an emotion very seldom felt by her – fear. She had attacked him because of a sudden fear. Instead of diving headlong into the attack, she angled her jump into another show of acrobatic prowess, twisting midair, somersaulting and shifting to make herself a more difficult target as her blurred form closed the distance between them, aiming to land within two steps to gain her balance before putting herself on the attack once more.

[Used:
Chidori Nagashi – A-rank, B-rank cost 5.5

Active:
Iron Body Style – B-rank upkeep halved 2.75
Strong Fist Style – D-rank upkeep halved 1.61
Hachimon: Kaimon (16 Posts)

Stamina Remaining: 75.99%

Stats:
Same as above save for Legendary handseals (noted that while receiving a minor disad to precog is present, which would normally drop one into the next tier, a minor ad to Wisdom from Taijutsu wasn’t listed in the above stats, which cancels the disad and leaves Precog at Masterful/Epic while able to utilize Sharingan)

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Stats:
Str: Proficient
Con: Masterful
Sta: Masterful
Coo: Legendary (Godlike with Taijutsu)
Ref: Legendary (Godlike with Taijutsu)
Wis: Legendary (Godlike with Fuuinjutsu)

Skills:
Taijutsu Spec
Fuuinjutsu Spec
Ninjutsu Spec
Ijutsu Minor
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The kitsune knew that the moment his vision snapped from billowing black to blinding white, he had too long lagged in his reaction to catch the fists that drew out from the smoke that sheathed them. While each clone of his had succumbed to the coursing lighting, he himself had been stunned sufficiently enough to prevent the sword arm that now moved to whip his blade upwards from providing any protection, and he knew it. His reaction was instinctual and split-second; where once before had stood a man with a blade, now was placed a fox the size of a small dog, suspended momentarily in the air. Though his head remained where it had previously, the kitsune bore some small hope that his opponent would be caught enough off-guard by the change that he'd manage to duck a punch or two.

Katsuyori did not have the spare time to ponder whether the decision to assume the form of a smaller target would have resulted in fewer injuries than he would have otherwise received, as his forequarters—where before had been his neck—were crushed behind the force of the fist. The sensation of having his shoulder and much of his upper rib cage collapse, shoved hard enough inwards so as to constrict his trachea, was a first for the spirit, and would be among some of his last thoughts as his much lighter form was rocketed away from the force and speed of the blow, sent hurtling through the air until it cracked against the stone side of a pillar supporting the walkway. There, until the ash cleared some lingering seconds later, the fox would lay, broken, bleeding, and unconscious to the outside world.

When Kyōsuke saw the kitsune's light sent careening through the dark in his mind's eye, a flicker of chakra manifested a clone of his own at his side. Another pulse of chakra was sent into the ground, this time through his hand. The earth around him was the second crack that he had heard, close following the crack of the assailant's fist into his summoned servant and close followed by a third crack; the walkway, shattered by the force of the assailant propelling herself into the sky. Though in his mind, he could track the cyan flame far above, his eyes found only the trail of ash behind the blur, even if the flame itself slowed as it reached the zenith of its leap.

Before his eyes could find their way to where he knew his opponent to be though, the ground beneath him dropped. The square of it, stretching perhaps ten meters in each of four directions around him, sank at a pace just barely outmatched by the speed with which his clone formed three handseals as it inhaled. Kyōsuke knew that, even if it deterred the enemy, he was doing nothing more than creating distance and time between the two of them. Even so, the descent created what amounted to a tunnel between himself and his foe, allowing the great cone of flame that burst forth from his clone's mouth to strike upward with what he hoped would be much greater accuracy, but what he expected would be little more than much greater predictability.

Beneath the cover of the burst of fire, Kyōsuke readied himself for another close-quarters engagement, fully expecting a shinobi capable of shattering the stone dragon to attempt to force their way through the blaze. Stepping back, he angled his left hand towards the cyan light above him and brought his right in, towards his chest. He let out a breath that he did not know that he had been holding. The weight of the fact that he had only been engaged with the combatant for a number of seconds and had already had to do so much was sudden, and it made Kyōsuke feel cornered.

"Fast. Far too fast."
Techniques used:

Kyōsuke,
Doton: Chidōkaku - B-Rank (10)
Katon: Karyū Endan - B-Rank (10)

Katsuyori,
Shin no Henge - summon ability; taking the form of a fox

Techniques active:

Kyōsuke,
Koharubiyori - E-Rank (no cost)
Kanchi no Jutsu - D-Rank (2)

Katsuyori,
En'enra - summon ability; opponents engaged with him receive a penalty of a Minor Advantage to their tracking and precognition for the purposes of engaging with him (i.e. not with the summoner)

Relevant attributes:

Kyōsuke's,
Stamina - Masterful
Coordination - Masterful (Major Advantage with Ninjutsu)
Reflex - Proficient
Wisdom - Legendary

Katsuyori's,
Strength - Masterful (Minor Advantage)
Constitution - Proficient (Minor Advantage)
Stamina - Masterful (Minor Advantage)
Coordination - Masterful (Minor Advantage)
Reflex - Epic (Minor Advantage)
Wisdom - Masterful (Minor Advantage)

Stamina remaining: Kyōsuke - 135 (9, 60; the original has 68 and the clone has 67), Katsuyori - 121

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Kyōsuke Chikamatsu
Strength: Average (Minor Advantage with Taijutsu)
Constitution: Average (Minor Advantage with Taijutsu)
Stamina: Masterful (150 SP, 60 SP with Taijutsu, 60 SP with Ninjutsu)
Coordination: Masterful (Major Advantage with Ninjutsu)
Reflex: Proficient (Minor Advantage with Taijutsu)
Wisdom: Legendary (Major Advantage with Genjutsu, Godlike with Fūinjutsu, Godlike with Taijutsu)

Fūinjutsu Specialist, Genjutsu Specialist, Kuchiyose Specialist, Ninjutsu Specialist, Sensory Minor, Taijutsu Specialist


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Little had her mind considered the suddenly lighter opponent in that brief moment, and the Fox had lesser concern for it now than before as her target suddenly projected a second version of himself. I know that technique, she thought to herself in that moment, watching the trio of seals as the two sank down. She descended as well, streaking through the blizzard sky as heat suddenly welled up below her. I'll be through in an instant, came the follow-up thought, the sudden want to divert course dissuaded by training, and indeed did the girl twist slightly, choosing to avoid the incinerating blast only in glancing fashion. She was, however, correct - the roasting dragon made contact with her left arm and shoulder so briefly that the clinging fabric was singed and the skin was made bright red, but the girl continued on, landing with uncanny agility upon the slush that the sudden heat had made the snow around the duo masked individuals. Her red eyes gleamed as she descended, intent on throwing any visual tricks back to their place of origin.

She arrived not with a slam but with a ghost of wet splash, mere steps away from her opposition. An outsider would call what she did more akin to dance than to an advance, skipping forward with her left foot, then the right, maneuvering a quick spin for momentum as left leg raised high in the air only to suddenly drop her heel at the man's temple, followed up with a straight right rigid fingered strike to the sternum. As he recovered from the aftermath of those attacks, the Fox switched targets fluidly, stepping onto the only just alighted ball of her left foot and turning in that direction, toward the second opponent, sweeping her right leg toward the outside of the clone's left knee. She pushed forward, putting her balance once more on the right leg and this time left hand snapped out toward the clone's throat in a fist, then moved again to trip him over the right leg by shoving against his clavicle violently. The Fox drew in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she moved forward - regardless of the status of her quick attacks, intending on moving through the clone if need be - and circled her original target, dancing upon the slush once more upon the lowered ground. There wasn't a lot of room - he'd made a rather small tunnel, really, but had at least made enough room for himself to maneuver. It was to his credit.

Now that she'd had a moment to calm down, to push away the sudden aggressive anger that was the result of her all too shocking fear, the Fox leveled her red and black gaze at the mask of her opponent, his much taller frame causing her to have to look up. She watched him as she strafed out to his right, where hopefully a dissipating clone's smoke had hidden her for a moment.

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Active:
Tomoe Three Sharingan
Iron Body Style – B-rank upkeep halved
Strong Fist Style – D-rank upkeep halved
Hachimon: Kaimon (15 Posts)

Prepped:
Demonic Illusion: Mirror Heaven and Earth Change

Stamina Remaining: 71.63% (I didn't convert this to the new Stamina system because lazy)

Stats:
Strength: Epic
Constitution: Legendary
Stamina: Masterful (Minor Adv Tai)
Reflex: Legendary (Minor Adv)
Coordination: Legendary (Minor Adv)
Wisdom: Masterful (Epic Precog)

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Stats:
Str: Proficient
Con: Masterful
Sta: Masterful
Coo: Legendary (Godlike with Taijutsu)
Ref: Legendary (Godlike with Taijutsu)
Wis: Legendary (Godlike with Fuuinjutsu)

Skills:
Taijutsu Spec
Fuuinjutsu Spec
Ninjutsu Spec
Ijutsu Minor
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