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[color=bc8dbf][u][b]Nousagi Hyuuga[/b][/u]
Location - Fighting Arena / Interaction - [@Ganryu][/color]
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Nousagi couldn't help but wonder what his opponent had in mind. Was this a ninjutsu fight? A taijutsu fight? He looked at his opponent, eyes passing through his clothing. And... A single kunai? Just the one, really? He couldn't help but be amused, but the blade seemed to used that he could sense the chakra that had become so much a part of the metal. Guess he was fighting a weapon user then. Well, Nousagi wasn't too worried about that. After all, the deadliest weapon could very well be a touch if he wanted it to be. Nousagi tapped his foot, a self made rhythm. After all, the gentle fist was a dance in the hands of a master. Tap... Tap... Tap... 

And yet, his opponent was forming handseals, a spark of chakra moving to his lips. But no sound. No attack, just repetition. There was something very suspicious about that already, but... The lack of sound was the bit that told him something was wrong. Not the handsigns. Not the repetition. And... He charged as he heard words behind him. But not behind him. Not to defend himself... No. He knew something was wrong right off the bat. After all, a genjutsu needed a catalyst. And if that rush of chakra went to the lips, that meant it was vocal. Kaito hadn't said a word. Instead... He was throwing his voice. Not a unique skill by any means. Assassins did it all the time. Some could do it without jutsu. 

Nousagi was a blur as he charged Kaito head on. Tap... Tap... Tap... His feet hit the ground three times, and when he landed in front of Kaito, he decided to start with something simple. One hand held out, full palm, aimed for the chest. This wasn't a gentle fist. No, it was a thrust. Like a shotgun shell that could shut down a system with a single smack. If he struck the chest, or a limb, he expected a full shutdown on the area he struck, and the surrounding area. 

[color=bc8dbf]"An illusion of you would be preferable. After all, something that doesn't exist can't possibly be more disappointing than the very real coward in front of me!"[/color] Those words weren't hot, but cold. Cold like a white rabbit in a snowstorm.

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[center][h1][color=fff79a][u][b]LIGHTNING ROUND[/b][/u][/color][/h1]
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[@Spanner][@Kalas][@Ganryu][@yoshua171]
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The proctor watching the lightning challenge had to admit that they where a clever bunch. Unlike any other challengers they actually intended to agitate their enemy. Shame they didn't try much else. They might have noticed the ultimate give away hidden in the shadows. But as each drum echoed with a thundering boom the whole room shook. Violently at that. A lamb on the ceiling rattled free, crashing to the ground and losing its flame. Three more followed suit, smashing to the floor. A few more shadows danced around the room, but that was fine. But where shadows drifted, something odd was happening. Budha's golden frame was less... Golden. Not that it mattered much. They still couldn't see it for what it really was. 

But the beast? They could see that. The barrier shook with a flash of impact, rattling their world again. And as the attack, reverberated through the room, they could see all together for a moment what the beast really was. A wolf. A blue wolf at least twenty feet tall. But it wasn't the fact that it was a wolf that drew the most attention, it was what the wolf was made of. Another flash of light and the room rattled. The beast slamming against each wall in turn as if the drums terrified it. This... Was Raiju, the wolf made of lightning! Crackling lightning scorched the ground, tearing up floor boards as it ran. And then... Vanished. Hiding somewhere on the glorious budha's body. 

Clever kids. But it wasn't over yet.