[Yamamoto Shosuke]

It seemed Atagi didn't understand what Shosuke was saying - It wasn't about ethics, it wasn't about what was the right or wrong decision morally. When it came to Shinobi business? Ethics was often not able to be a consideration, sometimes it was either succeeding or failing at the mission. When failing a mission could result in the destruction of the village, there simply was no wiggle room for things like morality or humanity.

Even so, from an external perspective, it was a brilliant recovery from the Uzumaki. To go from being treated like a ragdoll one second, tossed around and seemingly beaten against the very earth, to immediately launching into an attack? It was the kind of follow up that would impress even the coldest-hearted judge. For Shosuke, however, it was a sudden and violent reminder of his own hubris.

First came the kunai, launched towards him. Sho, for his part, almost instinctively fired back, drawing a kunai from his belt and tossing it against the one launched in his direction. Slamming into one another in mid-air, they served to absorb each other's impact before falling to the ground harmlessly. Was this the best he got?

As it turned out, no it wasn't.

Despite having disabled his ankle, it seemed Atagi was coping with the pain of putting weight on it. That was what Shosuke had over-estimated in his calculation of the rest of their duel; He hadn't thought through just how much Atagi would be willing to put up with just to get a single strike on his opponent.

The first strike landed in Sho's gut, ejecting the air forcefully out of his body, spittle flying out of his mouth. Then the next landed in his solar plexus, all but throwing him into the air. Finally, the third landed square in the centre of his head, sending him flying down into the dirt behind him. It was the first strike against him that had landed all match, and it seemed like it was a good one, as Sho was immediately sent reeling, clutching his stomach.

Even so, there was a smile on the medic's face as he tried to force himself to his feet.

"You held b-" before he can finish, he clutches his stomach, losing his breakfast to the training field as a trickle of yellow bile spews first from his mouth, soaking the unlucky ground in vomit. It seemed the strike to his gut had been the most effective after all.

Cleaning his mouth off with the back of his hand, he shot a crooked smile at his opponent.

"I thought I told you not to..."

His cheeks bulged, his hand on his stomach clutching more aggressively. And now he was vomiting again. Oh dear.

[END THREAD]

451 words | Uzumaki Atagi

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D-rank EXP: 8/8
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