[center][img]http://i62.tinypic.com/riexvm.jpg[/img] [h2][color=silver][b]Fujitora Choko ; The Overseer[/b][/color][/h2][/center] [hr] The lounge's door slamed on Paneru's words, he didn't actually have to understand Fujitora's command to actually get what was needed to be done. The commander didn't warn them as to what he would do, he deemed it unnecessary and poentially a problem. The man leading the operation was heading toward the elevator he had used with his team to get in here the first place, only to find a large amount of goons milling the area. Pushing himself through the crowd, Fujitora's large hand would grab a specific collar and pull a relatively short individual to him. It was the weird guy who distributed the coins at he start, and all Fujitora did was put a pack of bills on the strange man's face, prompting a grin. "[b]Heh, waddah ya want this time?[/b]" the short man asked, pointing toward the fact that the commander had been here before. "[color=silver][b]Two things. One, is that anomaly guy in?[/b][/color]" Fujitora asked solemnly, trying his best to keep the two out of the chaos caused by the large gathering of people waiting for this specific elevator. "[b]Heh heh... Yup, last minute too. Guess you'll have to deal with that with your pets... So what else?[/b]" the guy was counting the money he had gained while responding. "[color=silver][b]In the fan of money I gave you, there are special tags I want you to place. You understand why, yes?[/b][/color]" The bizarre guy chuckled and nodded, understanding perfectly what the deal was. Without saying a word, he marched back to the pile and did what he usually did, and that Fujitora had no idea what it was.Releasing a sigh of relief, at least part of the plan was insured. But nonetheless, he miscalculated, the menace had twenty from he getgo. As Fujitora returned to his lounge, he contemplated the alternatives available in case of a terrible scenario. [hr] As most people left, he ring suddenly decomposed into one flat circle, covering the pit and making it inaccessible. The announcer got into the center of it and announced: "[b]Ladies and Gentlemen! Or at least those left with the correct amount of coins! You are now qualified to the finals! Congratulations! Now then, you all have one minute to present yourselves, feet on the ring, and the tourney shall continue![/b]" This was the singal in which Fujitora would gesture his team to simple fall off the lounge and land on the ring, even Paneru. Speaking of which, he had better be wearing the Kimono if he didn't want to compromise the mission. Once landed, all the contestants would wait about ten seconds before the ring would mysteriously morph itself into a large box, twice the size of the ring with everyone in it. It was dark, but no one was foolish enough to move. About three seconds in, the lights would come on, revealing a dojo-like interior almost too real to be true. It felt as if they were in a real training dojo with places for different factions to sit as spectators. In the center, the announcer remained. "[b]Parties have been assigned different rows, and a special VIP section for the sponsors has been opened up as well![/b]" He'd point to special throne-like couches, each one designated by a number. Paneru would have his own seat attributed to him under the number "87", the number of their lounge. The bandaged man having no true sponsor, only had a bench like all the other contestants. There were twelve to be exact, all looking either extremely casual or ridiculously menacing. The smart looking individuals were usually the sponsors, as they quickly stormed the couches attributed to them. "[b]And now! As you may know, we have a prize up for grabs! Behold... The Scroll of Demonic Faces![/b]" As such, a large spotlight illuminated a large scroll between two sponsor seats. It has a red paper with a demon face casing keeping it wrapped and secure. It seemed untouched and authentic from first glance. To Fujitora, the target's location was confirmed, which made this operation a lot more sensitive than it was previously. "[b]You will all fight until one either verbally surrenders or dies! Without further ado, we will select the first fighters![/b]" With that said, a small sphere levitated over the announcer's head and divided itself into to before randomly flying in the air. After a minute of mindless trajectory, both spheres would set themselves over two members. One was a man known as Gozoboro, a man who won his fair share of tournaments around here. The other was Shin. [hr] [center][img]http://i59.tinypic.com/2jaz32s.jpg[/img] [h2][color=fuchsia][b]Aoi Don Maquia[/b][/color][/h2][/center] [hr] [b]BOOM![/b] Is all she heard when she used her Hiding in Water ability to conceal herself and surprise the enemy as they got a little too close from the traps she had set up with her sensei. Things were finally starting to get real fun around here and she'd hate to actually miss out on it, but she had a mission to complete before anything else. Most of those who survived the explosion would either be pushed back due to them being too close to the area, causing a large portion of their body to be glued to the mucus on the sandy ground. They were already condemned as it would take an extensive amount of effort to be freed from that without specific ninjutsu or a weapon, which would be dealt with as well with the huge spread of mucus all over the place. The others who were more cautious and weren't as affected by the explosion would likely be on their guard and prepare for another ambush. They would however have a hard time seeing the sticky water spread under the soft sand toward their feet. The smoke from the massive explosion made it all the more difficult to actually detect any anomalies on the floor, not to mention the stress of being targeted by an elaborate trap. Many of the closer Yakuza would unknowingly have their feet glued to the floor, allowing for Aoi's teammates to make quick kills on them. Speaking of which, the clone hidden as a cactus would transform back to normal and assault the least wounded who were stuck to the ground by the sticky water ability. They had little to no mobility and their defenses impaired by recent events. The most vulnerable were rendered to fodder relatively easily by Aoi's mucus clone while leaving the rest to Nobunaga. Luckily for the Samurai, those who got close to him in order to engage in close quarters without using the walking on water ability would end up stuck to the ground one way or another, allowing for a fluid retaliation from the young Samurai. The real Aoi remained to chill in her little puddle, acting as a last resort if things got sour for some odd reason. She'd often poke her eyes out of the water to check the situation out. If they couldn't use Ninjutsu, or at least not that well, it'd be a piece of cake to keep them trapped like idiots on the sticky water. She snickered lightly, her morbid sense of humor taking over her seriousness for a moment. The clone snickered too as it continuously cut the trapped foes by the throat to inure instant neutralization. She did have a pretty big penchant for making the clone explode with loads of explosive tags, but orders said otherwise. As such, she had to keep the magic tricks in reserve for later, most likely.