[center][img]http://i59.tinypic.com/2jaz32s.jpg[/img] [h2][color=fuchsia][b]Aoi Don Maquia[/b][/color][/h2][/center] [hr] Aoi was just chilling in her little sticky water puddle, completely concealed and enjoying the view of endless chaos littering the scene with blood and smoke. The clone in the midst of this turmoil had performed euthanasia on the already dying men and those who were trapped beyond salvation with their skill level. As much as the duty of angel of death was amusing when seen in a patriotic angle, it wasn't a job that could last as all the others were being swiftly slaughtered by her colleagues and sensei, whom just entered the scene after a quick snatch of the scroll. The mission was done but there was still so much going on. Since this was only a clone and thus not entirely optimal for fighting, it skipped through the battle field, sometimes walking on its hands, on the lookout for stray henchmen or unfinished losers to handle. The clone seemed as careless as ever, much like Aoi, except there was no real risk other than a clone vanishing and condemning another soul to await their inevitable death within a pile of goo. It would actually be close to that conclusion, which didn't spark much reaction from it, however Tsukiko would righteously manhandle that stray and eliminate all possible threats to the clone in its crusade for finishers. Aoi could only pat herself on the back, the operation was such a success thanks to her goo that made the enemy's mobility absolutely null and hindered they general performances. To her, the operation was a success mostly thanks to her, even though Tsukiko sensei's explosions were probably the most casualty dealing attack of this entire ambush. As the Yakuza ran off to retreat, she'd emerge from her little puddle and witness in a much better view Yamato finishing them guys off all so righteously. She'd clap at his performance, even if he didn't deserve any more praise than the rest, but she was a sucker for flashy effects. "[color=fuchsia]Ooooh! You gotta teach me one of your super bright moves, Ya-ma-to~[/color]" She'd suggest right out of the blue, her joy and enthusiasm contrasting very well with the bodies littering the area and their superior's berserk behavior. When finishing her clapping, she'd present a new candy bar to Yamato, help up with her right hand. He couldn't refuse it this time, they had done so much work and he seemed kind of beat up. Of course, she paid little to no attention to his cuts and bruises, he could take a lot more than that in her perspective. "[color=fuchsia]So, who wants some chocolate?~[/color]" She'd ask out loud since things had calmed down, holding out two extra bars of chocolate for her teammates to fester on and recuperate some strength after the efforts they went through. [hr] [center][img]http://i62.tinypic.com/riexvm.jpg[/img] [h2][color=silver][b]Fujitora Choko ; The Overseer[/b][/color][/h2][/center] [hr] His two subordinates were doing quite fine, one fared better than the other but in the end of the day, they won. Luckily the characteristics of this final tournament made it a little safer for the inexperienced than the previous one, as they could easily get struck out of battle in other scenarios. Fujitora didn't appreciate the fact that Kapora was left to live, however, and made him question Jaakuna's abilities in the field. He'd have to grow accustomed to actually finishing off his enemies with his bear hands, even if he indirectly caused the death of a woman previously. Kapora could have faked and would have easily killed him from there. "[color=silver][b]Another round and you'll be done. I have faith in your endurance, Yagyu. Don't let me down, go it?[/b][/color]" He'd respond to his "sponsor", giving him a little piece of encouragement so he could conclude his job with efficiency and insure that the kids didn't have to die stupidly near the end of their struggle. While his students were left to be healed, the commander remained seated, arms crossed and eyes fixed on the field. The next battle was going to determine pretty much how things were going to proceed from there. It was the bandaged guy against the four armed man's brother. It would prove to be a pretty intense fight with the lava release kekkei genkai being showcased more than ever. However, as much as the awe inspiring power was overwhelming, the evil individual took the upper hand and eventually got the better of the muscular fight. It'd be at that moment, along with a good capture of the monster's voice that Fujitora finally realized who this man was. '[i]The Tendou kid... Should've known[/i]' He was in a tight position. This man could very well be a large threat to this operation. Despite the fact that the Jonin Commander was sure he could take the missing nin on, he feared the backlash on his subordinates and what this could have on the tournament. He could simply call out the man and indicate his proof via the prolonged chakra absorbing, typical of his clan. The prize money on his head would likely attract a little too much hostility to him and eventually lead to his unfair demise. The problem with that would be the fact that they may cancel the whole thing if some scandal like that were to occur. Fujitora was in a tight spot, but before he could dwell on the problem any more, the bandaged man finished his play time with the now dead lava user, he confronted the wounded brother. This led to Paneru being exposed to danger as the man switched sides with the chair he was supposedly sitting on. Prompted to react, every fighter on a bench as well as Fujitora stood up, ready to kill both fighters off if they continued. Luckily, the fight would end quick enough so that no unnecessary casualties would occur. The announcer would of course order the exposed Tendou to sit back down at the risk of his early retirement. With that done, the crowd would be allowed another fight, this time opposing two females fighting it off for about ten minutes before the a black haired older woman took in the victory. She didn't kill her opponent but she sure beat the crap out of her. Finally, there only remained one opponent, a rather obese man with special marks on his face. Fujitora could only guess he was from the Akimichi clan, however the markings weren't typical of a bandit hanging around here. Walking up on the field before he'd even be announced, he was ready to take on this fat man. The opponent did the same and with all formalities put aside, they finally fought it out. They tried to deliver a few punches to each other, but they were both skilled enough to avoid any damage. After about a minute of tensing, the obese man would used a typical Akimichi ability, the Human Boulder combined with his hair to makes it a ruthless spiked ball. Knowing he had hit a pretty low level similar to his subordinates, Fujitora wasn't too worried. "[color=silver][b]Big ball huh? Akimichi no less. I suppose I can deduce how you'll proceed and end this quick.[/b][/color]" "[b]You asshole! I'll fucking crush you and eat your guts! Graaaahhhh![/b]" The fat man replied to Fujitora's cold provocation, spinning like a boulder in an attempt to crush the commander. The first approach was laughably easy to avoid but with a strong U turn, the opponent gained speed and his weight made the field rumble with tremors. Once again, it wasn't too hard to dodge but after each turn he gained speed. This got worrying as of now, and dodging wasn't going to be an option anymore. Quickly grabbing his hardened bamboo, he'd use it to block off the huge ball by holding the stick with his two hands all the while using his enhanced strength to prevent his body from being pushed back. The result would be the ball being shoved aside but coming back for more, though slightly slowed down. This allowed Fujitora to dodge one more time before he'd evaluate this to be good enough. Positioning himself firmly and his body stiffened, he held his bamboo horizontally, both hands holding it near the center. He focused on his target as he rolled toward the preparing man. As an addition, Fujitora's gloves and sleeves would strangely turn dark-purple, almost black as he prepared for this strike. Taking one last deep breath, the Akimichi was in striking range, however Fujitora would lunge his body forward with a rapid step and deliver a precision hit to the center of the ball. The chakra enhanced strength but into it and his Divine Blood power made the strike strong enough to have the force of the hit release pressure right up to the barrier, causing it crack slightly only to fix itself immediately after. The Akimichi kept rolling despite the hit, and quickly the part of the bamboo broke down. The brutal hit plus the constant grazing of the material by the spinning ball made it break relatively quickly. The fat man would keep on rolling forward for a second until he'd revert to his normal self. He seemed to want to say something, likely out of arrogance with that grin of his face, but he'd end up falling forward. He was dead on the spot. The hit had shattered most of his ribs and bones in his arms but also smashed multiple internal organs, some included the lungs and the liver. He was lifeless and the fight was over. Stepping out of the ring, Fujitora was satisfied that he wasn't hit by anything, not that he was expecting it from that man. With that done, the announcer gave everyone a five minute break before the next fight would commence. There were going to be three fights, and Shin was going to start off with second winner of the first round. The commander sat on his bench, needing no help from Paneru. He was worried for Jaakuna, he wanted to order an immediate surrender, but he had to knew if that psychopath was hiding something. Ideally he could get something out of that fight that could help him accomplish this mission.