06-11-2018, 05:53 PM
Void of a thunderous roar from a crowd, the two pairings of primes made their way through the archways to the stage in silence. Out in front of the pack, the shinobi was overcome with a strange sense of… nostalgia? Déjà vu?
Authentic, tranquil, and mystical, the tournament’s décor for this round, like a kimono, wrapped the environment in an all too familiar aesthetic. It wasn’t quite the Chunin Exams, but Sasuke felt embolden all the same, as though it were an omen to his ordained conquest of the Abyss.
Crimson eyes activated, replaced ebony ones, and meticulously delivered a wealth of knowledge to the shinobi, unbeknownst to his adversaries, and all while Sasuke stood nonchalant, adjacent to his partner. To their opposite, a pair of prime females had been designated to be their opposition and an odd one at that. Fully equipped with rabbit ears and fairy wings, they hailed all the way from one of Kakashi’s smut novels.
Sasuke chuckled, and the one with the ears gave him a squinted glare.
While more brief than intended, the shinobi’s venture into the preshow eatery had paid off. Perhaps not with its weight in artefacts, but by the time the dragon engraved gong sounded, a blur of perfect synchronism between shinobi and arrancar followed. “You know what to do!” the shinobi roared as the two intersected at a crisscross and found their predetermined targets, “NOW!”
Their speed was tremendous, enough for Ahana to recoil a step, but not enough for her to retreat. “Oh, no you don’t!” the long-eared prime declared as she shifted her weight, forged beautifully crafted, gilded javelins from thin air, and began to pepper the field with them, trying to fell shinobi and arrancar alike.
Eternity, happy to help her teammate, unleashed an assault all of her own. Beautiful and vibrant butterfly wings fluttered, ascending the sprite to the air, and dispensing a volley of emerald into the fray.
Swift, subtle movements afforded solace to Sasuke’s team as they advanced on team femme fatale. Save for a few minor lacerations, they remained relatively unscathed as they executed their designs for the championship.
Bounding an airborne javelin and running along another, the shinobi soared overhead before descending upon Ahana like a bolt of lightning. Pelting her with shin, heel, and the balls of his feet, the ninja executed a sophisticated barrage of kung fu, mid-air, before vaulting over her, and landing in a crouched position.
Bunny-Ears, however, shrugged off the blows with ease and stood defiant.
In a leap, Serraph caught the fairy before she could abscond the realm of the Uchiha’s reach, clenched ahold of her sundress, and with a good tug, slammed an elbow into the fairy’s temple. A scuffle of fists, elbows, and fairy wings ensued thereafter. In fact, both endured a concerning plummet to the out of bounds area before the tussle finally ended, and the arrancar was launched spiraling to the tournament stage below with a thud.
Taunting and tempting the grains of grass under her feet, Eternity came dangerously close to elimination, before her guardian angel/butterfly wings caught her. She then gently touched down on the tournament platform instead, and a beat later, they were at each other’s throats again.
Exploding forward, the shinobi assailed Ahana with more aerial feats of his martial prowess, but to no avail. She was indeed perplexed by the keen aptitude of a superior striker in Sasuke, but the furry b*tch remained unharmed. Each strike was met with a foul magic instead, just above her skin, guised in a veil of gilded flames.
“Tch.” the shinobi scowled and pressed forward. Exerting every fibre of fast twitch muscle he had, the ninja burst into a blazing blur of cobalt. Azure chakra caressed his skin and an electric charged aura enveloped him, as he tore through the air and riveted Ahana with blow after blow. Tiny flames rushed to counter, Ahana displayed a moment of hesitation, and the shinobi capitalized. He zigzagged, bobbed and weaved, and executed a myriad of feint attacks until finally, he vanished.
Ahana’s eyes widened as she flustered, whipped her head from side to find him, and made audible her sense of panic.
“Here I am.” the words came, but a whisper in her ear, and felt hot against her neck.
Alarmed, she staggered away from the voice, but Sasuke ensnared the rabbit woman in a clench anyway, and delivered a succession of knee strikes into an eruption of gilded flames covering her face. Wrapped in his arms, the shinobi caught wind of her sweet yet pungent scent of sandalwood incense and marigold flower, before lifting her from her feet, several yards, with a kick, lying in wait of a backflip.
Whether they did damage or not, every punch, every kick was empowered by the memory of his slain family, of their traitorous firstborn son, and of the darkness he had wrought upon Sasuke’s soul. Sasuke was the light in the Abyss for a real f*cking reason.
Suddenly the sizzling of a lit wick sounded.
Paper-bombs help too.
*BOOM*
Authentic, tranquil, and mystical, the tournament’s décor for this round, like a kimono, wrapped the environment in an all too familiar aesthetic. It wasn’t quite the Chunin Exams, but Sasuke felt embolden all the same, as though it were an omen to his ordained conquest of the Abyss.
Crimson eyes activated, replaced ebony ones, and meticulously delivered a wealth of knowledge to the shinobi, unbeknownst to his adversaries, and all while Sasuke stood nonchalant, adjacent to his partner. To their opposite, a pair of prime females had been designated to be their opposition and an odd one at that. Fully equipped with rabbit ears and fairy wings, they hailed all the way from one of Kakashi’s smut novels.
Sasuke chuckled, and the one with the ears gave him a squinted glare.
While more brief than intended, the shinobi’s venture into the preshow eatery had paid off. Perhaps not with its weight in artefacts, but by the time the dragon engraved gong sounded, a blur of perfect synchronism between shinobi and arrancar followed. “You know what to do!” the shinobi roared as the two intersected at a crisscross and found their predetermined targets, “NOW!”
Their speed was tremendous, enough for Ahana to recoil a step, but not enough for her to retreat. “Oh, no you don’t!” the long-eared prime declared as she shifted her weight, forged beautifully crafted, gilded javelins from thin air, and began to pepper the field with them, trying to fell shinobi and arrancar alike.
Eternity, happy to help her teammate, unleashed an assault all of her own. Beautiful and vibrant butterfly wings fluttered, ascending the sprite to the air, and dispensing a volley of emerald into the fray.
Swift, subtle movements afforded solace to Sasuke’s team as they advanced on team femme fatale. Save for a few minor lacerations, they remained relatively unscathed as they executed their designs for the championship.
Bounding an airborne javelin and running along another, the shinobi soared overhead before descending upon Ahana like a bolt of lightning. Pelting her with shin, heel, and the balls of his feet, the ninja executed a sophisticated barrage of kung fu, mid-air, before vaulting over her, and landing in a crouched position.
Bunny-Ears, however, shrugged off the blows with ease and stood defiant.
In a leap, Serraph caught the fairy before she could abscond the realm of the Uchiha’s reach, clenched ahold of her sundress, and with a good tug, slammed an elbow into the fairy’s temple. A scuffle of fists, elbows, and fairy wings ensued thereafter. In fact, both endured a concerning plummet to the out of bounds area before the tussle finally ended, and the arrancar was launched spiraling to the tournament stage below with a thud.
Taunting and tempting the grains of grass under her feet, Eternity came dangerously close to elimination, before her guardian angel/butterfly wings caught her. She then gently touched down on the tournament platform instead, and a beat later, they were at each other’s throats again.
Exploding forward, the shinobi assailed Ahana with more aerial feats of his martial prowess, but to no avail. She was indeed perplexed by the keen aptitude of a superior striker in Sasuke, but the furry b*tch remained unharmed. Each strike was met with a foul magic instead, just above her skin, guised in a veil of gilded flames.
“Tch.” the shinobi scowled and pressed forward. Exerting every fibre of fast twitch muscle he had, the ninja burst into a blazing blur of cobalt. Azure chakra caressed his skin and an electric charged aura enveloped him, as he tore through the air and riveted Ahana with blow after blow. Tiny flames rushed to counter, Ahana displayed a moment of hesitation, and the shinobi capitalized. He zigzagged, bobbed and weaved, and executed a myriad of feint attacks until finally, he vanished.
Ahana’s eyes widened as she flustered, whipped her head from side to find him, and made audible her sense of panic.
“Here I am.” the words came, but a whisper in her ear, and felt hot against her neck.
Alarmed, she staggered away from the voice, but Sasuke ensnared the rabbit woman in a clench anyway, and delivered a succession of knee strikes into an eruption of gilded flames covering her face. Wrapped in his arms, the shinobi caught wind of her sweet yet pungent scent of sandalwood incense and marigold flower, before lifting her from her feet, several yards, with a kick, lying in wait of a backflip.
Whether they did damage or not, every punch, every kick was empowered by the memory of his slain family, of their traitorous firstborn son, and of the darkness he had wrought upon Sasuke’s soul. Sasuke was the light in the Abyss for a real f*cking reason.
Suddenly the sizzling of a lit wick sounded.
Paper-bombs help too.
*BOOM*
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Ahana used move: The Fires that Forge Endless Spines; Creations of the Golden Conflagration!
Eternity used move: Danmaku Scales
Serraph used Mimic: Sasuke's Basic Super Jumping
Sasuke used move: Explosive Tag
Dante's Abyss 2015
GRAND CHAMPION
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