[Uchiha Miroru]

Uchiha Miroru

Konohagakure No Sato

Genin

Okada Goro  | 694 | notes

The final round.

Miroru sat in her waiting room against the furry side of her companion. The same place she'd been almost since the very end of the last match. She hadn't wanted to be alone, or around others. She just wanted some there to be with her, and the foxes were better at that than anyone.

Koutashi was extremely large, a full six feet at the shoulders, and would be half again that if ever given reason to rear up on his hind legs. He was quite lanky, so he wasn't extremely soft to lean against, but Miroru was still stressed, even now, so she tucked in beneath his feathers and just... tried to think.

Konsho had tried to keep fighting. He hadn't even realized his arm was off. He'd gotten up and kept stumbling towards her, off balance and not even aware of it.

And now she was up against the single youngest competitor in the exams.

Was this how everyone else had felt? This weird discomfort? It wasn't that she thought he couldn't swing it- unlike her, he'd wiped the floor with all his matches, proving his power without reservation. She wasn't exactly scared either. Losing was an acceptable outcome, as long as she made it through without any too-serious injuries.

What she was worried about was whether she could stay on her tightrope and still manage that.

The pintsized kid packed more power than anyone here. Even Konsho, and Konsho was extremely strong and fast. Goro pushed it a level further, and he wasn't doing it by leaning on a Bijuu, either. She could match him, she thought- maybe- but only by using everything the Old Fox had made available to her. Maybe even more. And if she let him do what he wanted, she'd be in pieces. She was tougher than a lot of their competitors, but this Okada kid was just... beyond.

A notification sounded, and Koutashi spoke, calmly.

"It is time."

Miroru rose and dusted herself off. "I hope I won't need your help- but... please be ready if I do." The words were spoken without looking his way, but she could almost feel the soft inclination of Koutashi's snout before she grabbed her staff and kit to strap on while on the way out to await her introduction on the ramp.

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She emerged, for the first time, into an arena surrounded by lit spotlights. All her other fights had been daylight hours. Still, it didn't change much. She just couldn't see the audience so well this time around.

She took her place and waited for Goro, and only spoke briefly before they started. "It's nice knowing nobody's gonna treat the other like a kid." She made the Konoha handseal indicating respect at the start of a match, and then fell into a closed taijutsu pose, hands close together. "Let's do our best, Okada-san."

The instant, the very instant, the signal to start was given, she flashed an extremely swift handseal and exploded into smoke, clearing almost immediately to reveal five Miroru's standing together, the four in front all drawing kunai and throwing them, staggered, at Goro. Each kunai was held until he had committed to evading the last, the intent being to either delay an immediate up-front charge, or to at least punish it. The fifth one, standing behind the other four, swiftly executed a barrier jutsu, surrounding herself with a faint armor-like field, as the four others, all but one with empty hands, took up three different Taijutsu poses (and one Bukijutsu) and awaited Goro's inevitable crash into or over their ranks with quick rotating dodges, Ame, Naoshira- one even prepared to leap up and utilize Noroshi to throw him back the way he came if he tried to go overtop!

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Clones! Barrier armor! Clones throwing staggered kunai to delay Goro or punish a rush in! Prepared to defend themselves and buy time for the fifth, protected one to get creative!

"Just don't give up on me! We can figure this out!"

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[Okada Goro]

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[attr="class","goropost"]His last match was now starting. He was again last in line to face his opponent. The two of them would be, essentially, the final. From what he’d seen, the Konoha girl was good. Goro, thus far, had been undefeated, but he’d gathered a few wounds and had used quite a lot of his chakra. Her speed and versatility could very well be his downfall, and he knew it.

The boy twisted his wrist as stretched as the announcements were going on. Keeping his mind numb and focused on the fight ahead. His fight with Tsuri left him more satiated, but he still didn’t find himself complete. He didn’t know what this feeling was, but he hated it, and it showed in the white-knuckles of his fist.

Goro would face his opponent. Her pose screamed that she was ready to fight or run. Perhaps even be defensive. It was something physician, never-the-less. Goro was a fighter, a face-on-charger. Even after his fight with Tsuri, that’s just the kind of boy he would be. He didn’t want to give people time to respond or do their own thing. And he was good enough at that.

The signal to the match was given, and Goro rushed forward, preferring now to save some of his chakra as he had with Saga, however, there were then five of her standing around, all withdrawn kunai. As they were thrown, he was forced to slow his advance, nearly entirely halt it in order to properly dodge them. As the fifth was executed, it landed at his feet. He looked up, noting a light aura covering the Mirorru that remained in the back, telling himself–”That must be the real one.”

There were four to fight right off the bat, then, something he found to be a cheap trick, but an affective one he wanted to learn later. Alright, then. "Come on! We ain’t got all damn night!” Goro drew two kunai of his own, holding them in such a way that swapping between punching or slashing would be no problem.

The boy chose the closest clone, rushing towards it as it lept into the air with a drop kick, hoping to incapacitate it, he would, upon landing, then throw a kunai at another copy of Miroru that was also then closest to his newest position.

Uchiha Miroru

[Uchiha Miroru]

Uchiha Miroru

Konohagakure No Sato

Genin

Okada Goro | 533 | notes

Goro WAS extremely good at keeping that pressure on and denying his opponents their preferred methods of interactions by virtue of his extreme speed and power. She'd considered how he fought, and come to the conclusion that they shared a lot of the same mindset when it came to fighting, but opposite sides of the same coin. Both of them ensured to engage their opponents in favorable manners- Goro forced physical confrontations, and Miroru maneuvered to whatever arena in which her foes were weakest.

She'd dismissed the idea of pinning him down with Genjutsu immediately. She knew how hard she'd worked to get here at her age, and he'd managed it at an even younger age- she was barely half his age again. And so far undefeated? No. She wasn't gonna disrespect his work by just shoving him into a disabling technique. She wanted to win- but she wanted something even more from the fight.

She'd faced an opponent who'd surrendered because of her connection to Azarea.

She'd faced a childhood friend who she'd worked with to put on a show rather than injure each other unnecessarily.

She'd faced down someone from the undercards who she'd been forced to brutalize to come out on top.

And now, against another undefeated opponent?

She wanted to prove that she wasn't just a bunch of good luck and cheap tricks.

Goro tore into the crowd of Miroru's and promptly started to dispatch them. The first one swung out of the way with a simple Taijutsu evasive technique, leaning on her reflexes and the technique to evade his simple but powerful attack. The kunai he threw out seemed far more effective, sending one of the others in his peripheral as he moved forwards rolling off to the side before exploding into a brief haze of smoke that dissipated after a moment, leaving just the kunai and a small hole in the ground. The others responded immediately with another attempt to coordinate.

Protected by the others, the one guarded by the Barrier tech flashed a couple hand seals and slung what looked like a handful of electric senbon his way, with the others coming in from either side to intercept any evasive attempt. The jutsu was, notably, extremely quick- only two seals in the hands of practiced, quick hands, and extremely fast in flight, almost demanding an immediate lurch out of the way to dodge.

The two protecting that last Miroru closed in, the one with the staff attempting a simple but practiced lunge with the weapon to drive him back into the hail of needles while the other did her best to cut off his other direction to evade, aiming to grab him and throw him back the way he'd come- anything to keep him off the armored one pelting him with potent Raiton needles!

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Miroru 1: Quick Rotation - Very Low
Miroru 2: Henge no Shin (mole) - Medium
Miroru 3: Naoshira - Very Low
Miroru 4: Noroshi - Low
Miroru 5: Chidori Senbon- Low

"Just don't give up on me! We can figure this out!"

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One miss of a copy of one of the Miroru’s already had Goro’s hands feeling thirsty for the embrace of contact. Something fierce inside him was shining through, fiercer than even his battles before, but it felt more in his control. It was a passion and an ember of fire and excitement brimming on the edge of something much more ominous. It shone through his bright eyes as the two fought much like a word hanging on the lip as it was about to be spoken. If the true Miroru paid attention enough, she could likely see it. If anyone in the world understood it, perhaps she would. It was a thirst to prove strength to something otherworldly, something that lived deep within. At this moment, Goro fought for that. This fight, in particular, was for something even more important to him than the Chuunin Exams. Kokuo needed to know and respect his strengths.

While his physical attack had seemingly been easily evaded with the aid of an evasive technique and honed reflexed, his kunai had not. One of the Miroru’s was now down and out for the battle. He would not know, however, that she was actually hiding underneath the ground.

Goro could feel a bead of sweating forming at his brow. He was not used to fighting so many enemies at once. He new, instantly he had to do what he could to get rid of the clones. He didn’t want to resort to his Gates yet again, but taking down the copies was a priority. Sooner or later, if he didn’t, they would overwhelm him. "Fine. You asked for it.”

The boy focused his chakra, releasing the first of his inner gates. He could feel a burst of energy and strength surge forward and he used it to grab at the Miroru that had originally dodged his drop kick. With any luck and the power behind his grab, he the clone would find itself face first in the earth of the arena and well on its way into a smokey oblivion. He would pray it wasn’t truly the original because the power behind the attack would have been enough to kill.

He would then shift his vision, utilizing an instinctively hasty but sloppy roll that looked animalistic. He stayed on all four, launching himself forward after the dodge. Twice, in a row, though this time to dodge a thrown javelin. The javelin would barely hit, piercing him near the eye and scraping against his temple. A very, very close shot that easily could have blinded him. Goro used the strength in his calves to surge forward yet again, finding himself being grabbed at by another one of the Miroru’s. He would turn and stare at it as if the strength behind the grab and throw was laughable. He stood his ground against the grab and throw.

Goro clasped his hands together, aiming at the Miroru that had just attempted to grab him. With any luck, it would disperse the clone as it clashed at its ears with skull-crushing might.

Hachimon: Gate of Opening [1/4]
Fukisoku Kaihi [Irregular Dodging]
Kaitai suru [Discombobulate]

Uchiha Miroru

[Uchiha Miroru]

Uchiha Miroru

Konohagakure No Sato

Genin

Okada Goro | 606 | notes

Contact was something Goro was gonna get sooner rather than later. It became rapidly clear that there were only two reasons the mass of Miroru's had so easily made almost jokes out of his first attacks. Firstly, she wasn't some rank amateur without any real training in close combat, but practiced in both bukijutsu and taijutsu, more than capable of holding her own against such basic techniques.

But more importantly... he hadn't hardly been trying- not really. Hadn't even used jutsus, just came at her. And that was more and more obvious by the second as he released some sort of power within himself.

Truth told, Miroru -would- understand that desperate, driving need to prove oneself to a greater power forced into subservience. She couldn't- and didn't- know that Goro was going through much the same as she was. Struggling with this strange, unfamiliar beast haltered and bridled inside himself. But that determination to prove himself, that almost frantic need to be faced with powerful opposition and rise above on his own talents...

She recognized that fire.

There was no doubt that the tides were turning, and fast, the moment that Goro unleasehed himself and started attacking the clones in seriousness. The slamming grab he executed on the first clone reduced her to a startled squawk and a blast of harmless smoke in an instant.

The fractured memories splashed back into Miroru and the other clones in a rush. The Barrier-guarded Miroru muttered worriedly, "Well, THAT'S not good." All of them were now personally aware of just how much force he was packing, and the ten year old had gone from dangerous to outright ominous in a heartbeat.

Before they could really organize their response, Goro boxed the ears of another with enough power to smash her head, blasting her into scattered plumes of mist just as quickly, leaving just the clone armed with the staff and the redhead she was guarding remaining.

Plus one mole.

The remaining two redheads jumped into action. The one whose thrusting attack had just barely slashed along Goro's face pivoted to guard the Barrier'd Miroru as she pulled free a scroll and triggered the seal on it, sending a shallow flood of harmless water rushing onto the field, angled just so to avoid it spreading towards the mole's hiding place. So, too, did the remaining obvious clone lunge as if trying to land a hit, the movement repositioning her between Goro and the real Miroru's hidey hole.

Once the lancer clone was in position, the defensive clone hurled more needles, this time into the puddle, blasting the puddle, the lancer, and possibly Goro with a wave of paralytic Raiton! Whether Goro or the other clone did the deed, the lancer popped, clouding the field and hiding the near-simultaneous poof of Miroru returning to her own form. Ignoring the thin spread of dirt down her back, she dragged a thumb through the painful gash she'd taken from Goro's kunai to sell the initial deception, blasting through five handseals as she tried to make use of the last of the distraction her clones could provide her. While the guarded clone threw a second batch of electric needles Goro's way, the original swung her palm down towards the dirt- and if Goro was too busy dodging or dealing with the last clone to stop her, she promptly created a much more notable plume of smoke as an entirely new combatant joined the fight!

"Just don't give up on me! We can figure this out!"

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[attr="class","goropost"]Goro felt the skull-crushing force behind the gate’s power oddly satisfying. Was it because this was an actual fight and not some kind of spar he’d been in before, or because he was particularly against a Konoha ninja that he had been raised to hate with all his being? He wasn’t aware enough to answer this question himself, but he couldn’t deny that the feeling was there. It scared a part of him, but a deep part of him also sought to do the same with the other Miroru clones. It was for his uncle, right? He had to stop them from getting stronger, right? They were the enemy…right?

Water rushed onto the battlefield and one of the clones lept forward. Goro used all of his might to jump from his position, leaping towards the Miroru clone with a drop kick towards her midsection. If landed, he would be off of the water after the clone would dissipate. He would then quickly roll as much as possible to dodge the incoming needles.

However, a figure would then emerge, something he had not foreseen. The real Miroru had been hiding all this time, and now a giant fox stood before him. He had something much more dangerous to worry about than a few measly clones. Its towering figure made his heart race, though he quickly silenced it as he jumped back to gain some distance while he assessed the new foe.

It was a summon. It seems he would still be fighting at odds in number where her Konoha girl would have the upper hand. He wiped the blood from his temple. His only advantage so far was his minimal use of jutsu. He would have more chakra than her at this point, and it was well overdue that he started to use it. Goro cursed to himself.

He formed the needed handseals, expelling steam from his gullet in the hope of perhaps blind the girl and distorting the vision and senses of the fox. In the mist, they would find it hard to see and smell as it would burn. Goro, on the other hand, would be entirely immune. As the mist spread outward, he wasted no time, rushing towards the remaining Miroru clone in an attempt to waste it while its vision might be distracted. He rushed forward, the remaining kunai in hand, and attempted to slit the throat of the clone.

Uchiha Miroru

Hachimon - Gate of Opening [2/4]
Okada-ryū: Ryūsei Keri [Okada Style: Shooting Star Dropkick]
Jōkigakure no Jutsu [Hiding in Steam Technique]
Kasoku Suru [Accelerate]

[Uchiha Miroru]

Uchiha Miroru

Konohagakure No Sato

Genin

Okada Goro | 355 | notes

The drop kick smashed the redhead into the puddle in a blast of smoke, and in an instant, Goro had removed himself from the trap before it could snap shut, away from both the needles and the briefly electrified puddle. He landed and assessed the situation, and launched into a set of handseals to even the playing field, intent to expel a thick glut of steam to cloud her vision and deal some lingering damage-

-only for nothing to happen.

It wasn't a trick that was likely to work more than once. On someone else? Almost certainly it'd be good for a few uses, but while Goro flicked his gaze from one redhead to the other, the one by the fox flashed a handseal- a fist with the index and pinky fingers extended. Before Goro's own passenger could warn him, he'd finished the four seal jutsu... with three seals. An extremely basic trick, the phantom sensation of completing a hand seal he hadn't done, scuttling the steam technique before it could be used.

His own companion could of course tell him what had just happened... if they were on speaking terms. Or perhaps the clever little genjutsu was just the spur needed to start their first conversation.

As he rushed the clone, she flashed her own handseal, blasting herself to another corner of the arena- Shunshin. As she came to a stop, Goro found himself the target of a six-foot tall freight train of a freakish fox bearing down on him, those feathery appendages spread and threatening to smash him off his feet if he didn't do something to protect himself! And even worse, the original redhead was completing a quick two-seal jutsu, hands crackling with that damnable hissing chirp that preceded what was sure to be another small hail of needles, set to punish any attempt to dodge and force him to tire out further by fleeing the spray of paralyzing Raiton!

"Just don't give up on me! We can figure this out!"

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[attr="class","goropost"]"What the—” Goro’s eyes furrowed as it seemed his mist jutsu did not complete, but he was left momentarily wondering why. He had done the seals correctly, he knew he had. Was he out of chakra? No…that wasn’t it either. The boy was puzzled, and out of pure instinct, he reformed the seals again, this time a tad slower and with more significant thought and intention.

A deep voice bellowed within him, a monstrous grumble. Goro could feel a cold sweat down the back of his neck and the hairs of his arms shot upward. Kokuo was watching this fight. The boy repeated to himself, "I’m stronger than this. I’m stronger than this…” He could feel motivation and passion rising, not that it would improve his chances anymore. Whether Goro knew it or not, this fight was already over, but he would never go down without giving it his all.

The fox began to rush him, something he expected to happen at some point. It was huge…and it was fast…and it was strong. Goro was forced to stop the second attempt at his steam release technique, dropping the steam forming in his gullet and instead focusing his power on escape. He knew that if the attack from this fox hit him, it would be too much of a disadvantage. Goro accelerated back, utilizing an odd mixture of speed and a makeshift tumble to dodge the fox’s attack. He left away, again more on the run and on defense than he’d ever been forced to before.

He still had three opponents in front of him, and he felt himself struggling to keep up with their unified attacks. He didn’t want to rely on his second gate so early in the fight, but at this rate, he felt he had no choice. Goro focused his chakra, releasing the wave of the Gate of Healing, revitalizing his energy as a fierceness colored his face.

Goro then reached into his pouch and pulled out another two kunai, holding them as he had before where he could rely on either a punch or a slash to get the job done. He would hear the sound of birds forming…thousands of them forming again in the background. He knew that sound from before and his eyes went instantly over to the original Miroru.

They were all protecting her. He’d been expected to take out the other threats first, but what if he went after her? She wouldn’t expect it, right? He kept his vision on the clone, then shifted to the fox, and then to Miroru. No. He couldn’t go straight to her, not even with the speed and power he had. That damn fox…had to go first, but it wasn’t safe to go one on one with the fox until the other clone was at least down.

So…he would go for her. Goro rushed forward at the remaining clone with the boon of his second gate, performing a series of powerful kicks and punches, aiming a particularly powerful and fast one at her midsection in an attempt to finally down the remaining clone.

Uchiha Miroru

Hachimon - Gate of Healing [1/4]
Kasoku Suru [Accelerate]

[Uchiha Miroru]

Uchiha Miroru

Konohagakure No Sato

Genin

Okada Goro | 444 | notes

The interruption was a short one- but it was enough. Koutashi intercepted in the meantime, forcing Goro to retreat and break the preparing jutsu, leaving the fox's feathered limb to SMASH into the ground, blasting a furrow out of it as it banked, skidded, coming back around to keep the pressure on.

Why are you holding back?

I'm not holding back! He deserves my full effort!

YOU ARE. I have gifted you more than a taste of my strength-

NO.

-AND WITH IT, HE WOULD BE NOTHING. All that speed and power would flag in the face of our combined power, child! THIS RISK IS POINTLESS.

IT'S ANYTHING BUT POINTLESS!

Goro kept just ahead of the incoming attacks, the layered assault pressing the limits of his apparent abilities- and then, somehow, he surpassed his limits all over again, blasting past another tier of his own strength and arming himself with kunai in a frightening display of speed. Rather than hurling them with that monstrous strength, though, he bolted, towards the clone, darting behind the form of the fox and preventing Miroru's angle from clearing until he was more or less right on top of the clone.

"Oh, crumbs."

The blows hit in frighteningly fast succession, each of the blows landing before the clone even had a chance to dissipate, pounding past the barrier and leaving it to fly back from the force of his blows and pop with a violent burst of smoke. The real Miroru, the last one left, reeled momentarily as the memory of those blows landing registered.

The sheer power he possessed was absolutely tremendous. HE had been holding back.

YOU SEE, child? You cannot afford to leave cards on the table with this boy! You need my power!

NO! He got this far on his own merits, I'm not going to cheat him out of this fight with your help! I'm going to win on my own, without your help!

WE ARE GOING TO DIE IF HE HITS YOU.

THEN I WON'T GET HIT!

Miroru sprinted into the wide, shallow puddle, pulling out a handful of kunai and hurling them at the dry ground just past its edges, setting up a perimeter of explosive tags while Koutashi kept up his task of keeping pressure on Goro with hit and run dashes, the aim to force him to spend his energy, one evasion at a time, while Miroru's defensive perimeter grew more fortified by the instant.

"Just don't give up on me! We can figure this out!"

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[attr="class","goropost"]It was now just the fox and Miroru that stood before him. He’d come so far. To face multiple enemies in a fight like this was definitely taxing, and he knew he would feel it later. It was, without a doubt, the hardest fight he’d ever had. As he stood at the fox before him, he began to question if he could really even win, or if a tactical ‘retreat’ would be a better idea.

That was the thing, though. Goro wasn’t one to give up. Stubbornness was one of his many flaws, and in combat it was also the deadliest. It was a hard mindset to overcome. No one wants to give up everything when they’d worked so hard to get to where they are. Even if it seemed inevitable, he had to at least try.

The increased speed and strength from his released gate, he hoped, would be enough to bring down the beast. He knew he had to do it quick, though. It he didn’t beat the fox in time and then get to Miroru before the gate ended, he would lose the fight.

With that thought in mind, he wasted no more time. Goro rushed forward at full speed towards the fox, seeming to flicker bellow its massive figure with a jump to uppercut its jaw. If this attack seemed to work, he would continue to wail on it in an attempt to bring it down as quickly as possible.

Uchiha Miroru

Hachimon - Gate of Opening [2/4]

[Uchiha Miroru]

Uchiha Miroru

Konohagakure No Sato

Genin

Okada Goro | 481 | notes

Miroru focused on constructing her defensive perimeter. It only took a couple more kunai, and they were spread evenly around the puddle- leaving Miroru holding a web of wires running to each one. She took her staff and jammed it into the softened mud under the puddle, reaching up to hook the tense wires over the top of the staff- now serving as the trigger for a wire trap. With any luck, Goro's increasing exhaustion- she was astonished he had kept up this output for as long as he already had, and honestly had no idea how much longer he COULD go for, and had decided she couldn't afford to try to wait him out- would at least weaken his attentiveness and help him miss the wires when he avoided the obvious traps of the puddle and the kunai. She knew her reflexes would give her a window- slim, though it might be- to get out of the way of his tremendous speed, and she needed to be watching for her moment, not waiting to reactively avoid him. She maneuvered to poise herself with her back to her staff and the tense, thin wires, facing Goro and hopefully helping to keep his inevitable attention solidly on her.

Meanwhile, the fox and Goro clashed as the boy milked his chakra and body for everything they could give him! Goro was proving an astonishingly even match for the powerful fox, drawing a gruff, choked growl as the uppercut threw his muzzle upwards, only to slash back down as he pivoted and whipped one of his hardened bone wings towards Goro's gut, aiming for the soft blow to avoid breaking the boy's bones and maximize the distance he was flung instead.

Koutashi ran his tongue around the inside of his mouth and considered spitting, but instead smiled, letting the bloody slobber drip out either side of his muzzle. "Good hit...

Let's do that again." He wasn't sure if Goro was enough of himself to be intimidated by the sight of a slavering, six-foot tall fox, or to even process the fox's bluff that the blow hadn't seriously rattled his brain in his skull, but it didn't cost him anything to try before he lunged at Goro! Whether the previous hurling blow had landed or not, Koutashi started on a passing trajectory before diverting to pounce straight at Goro, trying to slam the boy's shoulders from the front to throw him backwards and pin the boy under the fox's impressive weight! Not that he expected Goro would STAY down long, but forcing his back to the ground before dashing away would probably rattle his noggin and possibly intimidate the kid from the wrestling clan!

"Just don't give up on me! We can figure this out!"

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