It was satisfying, feeling the boys body shake from his kick. And it was disappointing that it shook but didn't fall. Once again his opponent deftly maneuvered himself, managing to minimize the blow. Though this time he'd left himself open while doing so, and Yosei would follow up with his grab at the boys tantalizing throat. Something to squeeze while he hit the boy, over, and over. Feel the breaths weaken in his fingertips, it was a tantalizing fantasy. And a fantasy it would remain when the boy grabbed his arm mere inches from his throat, both of them now locked together as the red-eyed boy returned the favor as he gripped his arm.
You're not curious why it was so easy? It's cause I let you, since I just needed them to be able to do this!! And as if to emphasize his point, he started raining down blows on the boys blocking arm.
It was like glass, the situation he was in now. Hitting the arm blocking the grey haired boy's face, stopping him from shattering the boys nose, to watch the red blood pour out. Eventually, this boys guard would shatter just like glass, and then he'd be able to get what he really wanted. But this closeness worked both ways, and his hyper offensive front meant he wasn't even trying to play defense. So when the hat wearing boy finally made his move, Yosei was a sitting duck. Reeling back his arm for another blow, suddey the thing he'd been working so hard to reach, his opponents face was coming towards him. Only rubbed in further by the boy shouting he could have his face, Yosei found himself letting go of the boys arm as he stepped back. But not quick enough, simply changing the target of the headbutt from the bridge of his nose to the front of it.
Blackness would spray, Tsugime likely feeling it on the top of his head, the warm, black ichor a reward for his offensiveness. And Yosei would grab his nose, not broken thankfully since it'd missed the bridge, but heavily bloodied. And as he felt the ink seep into his hands, seep through his fingers, he felt it. Pleasure and pain. He now had access to his greatest weapon, and Tsugime would be met with a strange sight. The red eyed boys usually deathly pale cheeks matching his eyes in redness, and while he was definitely wounded, he still seemed almost euphoric. And Yosei would look at him, look at how his weapon had spread, and he'd blush more with a smile before attacking again.
But this time there'd be a surprise, as the blackness on Tsugime's head would spread, spread to his eyes to make him only see a black void. But it also wasn't like most Kuronmeru techniques, the blood wasn't particularly thick or stick, it was easily wipable with no issues, but Yosei just needed it to be another distraction. As he'd attack the boys other leg, not in a sweep but a brutal kick to the knee, trying to kick it inwards, before once again targeting the face as he'd been this entire time. Bringing down his hands clasped together like a hammer atop the boys face.
-So close, yet so far from the throat, though Yosei grabs Tsugime's arm in return
-Also reveals he let the clones die as he tries to break through arm
-This is why full out offense specs are bad. Or is it Dundunduuun
-Steps back from headbutt as he let's go of arm, taking the brunt to front of nose instead of bridge. It's not broken now, but it is bloodied badly
-Except he's not too upset about it, in fact he's blushing now. Creepily blushing
-Uses his SA to try and spread any blood on Tsugime's forehead to spread to eyes to distract him, though it's just a simple manner wiping blood off
-Next tries to kick Tsugime's good leg's knee INWARDS and then hammer fist him in the face
SA:
Kuronmeru Bloodline
The true ultimate bloodline of Kirigakure, at least if you ask a Kuronmeru. Yosei's blood is that of a pitch black bile that most would think means someone is near death. However, for Yosei it's the exact opposite, it is his greatest strength and weapon. Or, at least it will be. While when trained the blood is the greatest weapon in the world, at the moment Yosei is only able to manipulate it at the skill of someone who has just recently learned to manipulate his blood, and he is unable to do anything utilitarian with it yet, or really do anything besides move it when it's against a surface as if he were painting with his blood without a brush.