[Sairin Takumi]

The Jounin's hands were tightly pressed together, collectively utilizing his chakra; wind surrounding. It urged forward stopping the woman, her palm halting and soon throwing her back harshly. This wasn't without a desperate fight as she tried to hold against the force. It was rather impressive all together and even built the anxiety in the stomach of the experienced warrior. The man was trying to keep his movements minimum since he suffered collectively. So did she; they both did. Her bandages were crimson red, fatigued and looking pretty rough. His legs were burnt badly, and collective ones etched around his body. The warrior had to maintain a distance from her, so he had to primarily use ranged ninjutsu and try to work a different way. Majority of the fight was fought on a difference of ranges. The idea was always to keep her away to give him an advantage, but she proved to be excellent in her persistence.

The woman was thrown into the air by the intense gust forced forward. She soon landed momentarily as the Black Raven huffed heavily. His eyes were weary of her movement, his mouth open as he heaved for air and suffered fatigue just like her. The Jounin knew that his next technique would be his last, but he needed to make sure he ended this now. Survival was essential and this location was extremely important. It could be harvested, but this woman...well she would not give up. She was now running her way to him; zig-zag movements. Her style was very abstract, spontaneous and abrupt. To actualize her direction would be hard to tell, so he'd need to activate his ultimate defense. It was the final straw he had left but sadly it wouldn't be nearly as strong as he wanted. His seal had manifested around ninety-percent of the fog needed to complete the technique entirely, but he'd use what he had. It had charged enough to mold with his original chakra base, and force a fog to erupt from his right hand. It swirled across his arm quickly, stretched across his shoulder across his chest and head. It stretched across his body but it was stretched thinner toward his left side. The strike was incoming for his chest so he did what he could do; defend. The man extended his black chakra coated right hand, palm open with his left hand behind it to reinforce. The fist connecting into his defense firmly.

It was silent at first. Very quiet. Even the sound of her yelling was drowned out by an indescribable sound. An explosion was a very loud boom but being at point zero was different. The explosion propelled the Jounin outward, a shadowy figure bolting from the explosion and being thrown across the battle field. It was like an abrupt bullet shot from a giant cannon as he flew. The explosions flames engulefed him momentarily. It was like a fiery ball buldged from the cloud of fire; the explosion itself. The Jounin was conscious but felt searing pain in his left side. The technique had finished but was much weaker than being made from having a full reserve.

The suit had protected him from majority of the damage, and even death. If he had taken the hit normally, he would have died instantly. This was no joke. The Jounin flew harshly across the pile of boulders(the large cliffside she collaspsed), skipping against it, bouncing and soon smashing into the the ground far down from the original intended battle field. He was thrown pretty good. The original bounce off the boulders slowed him majorly. He roughly got thrown about seventy-five meters away? If not even more. It was a rough estimate. Takumi slammed into the ground finalizing the damage on the suit's left side which cracked away at slowly It peeled away, floating into the air and turning into it's original state; fog. The damage wasn't life threatening, but it was severe. Third degree burns on his left hand, right leg, and suffered from heavy bruising. His left hand and wrist were also broken. His fore arm majorly fractured but believed to be broken too. Two degree burns along with first stretched onto his torso as the whole suit of armor continued withered away. Peeling back and vanishing; left side to right It wasn't at it's full state of strength, or else he'd have survived the attack with minimal damage. Sadly for his case it wasn't able to be fully completed, luckily he survived the final strike she could give.

The Jounin remained in the wall, feint conscious at this point and the suit continue to wither away. The Jounin had a body indent fitting him in the ground. Fully streched out like he was about to make a snow angel in the dirt. His body was half covered in this black substance. It continued to wither. His chakra reserves were dangerously low, his stamina drained and they seemed to meet a middle ground. His breathing was heavy, but lessening. Despite his ambitious and trained mind...he was still human. The fight was over. They both were at their peaks it seemed?

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NAME: Dākusūtsu [Dark Suit]

RANK: S

CHAKRA USAGE: Very High

CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu

ELEMENT: N/A

DESCRIPTION:

Dākusūtsu is manipulated by forcing open Takumi's chakra points to an extreme. The seal embedded onto his palm is first activated with his chakra, then pouring a large amount to charge it. Once a strong enough current flows into it, it will begin molding with Takumi's regular chakra base. Thus molding with Takumi, he will be able to manifest overall stronger physical results. Movement, reaction time, endurance, strength, etc. Over time however(5 posts) the users stamina will greatly decrease. The suit's physical traits besides its durability dwindle close to nothing. It will always require 2 A-rank techniques to break the suit before it needs to be reapplied. If the user holds the technique for longer than 10 posts, they will experience a destructive surge of chakra through their body. It will either instantly kill them, or if they are healed/saved...they can never use chakra again.

[Bakuhatsuka Amaterasu]

SHUT UP AND DANCE WITH ME

Every ounce of energy… Nearly all of her remaining chakra. She had poured everything she had into this final attack. Whether or not it would work, the battle was over. Her body near instinctively lurched at him. The fist she had drawn back swelled with the intense chakra she had molded into it. Sweat seeped from every pore on her lithe form, running down her tan hide and soaking the already filthy white clothing that she had worn so well when the fight had first began. Now, just a muddle of dirty rags coated in filth and tatters, and drenched all over. The wet clothing, however, hardly slowed her down. Nothing could in this moment. In the brief moments Takumi had before her attack landed, he deployed what would be his final defense. Smoke billowed from his hand and molded around his body, becoming a sort of black-fog armor. He had no major reason to attempt an attack, nor much time to prepare. If he survived this attack, that alone would clench his victory.

"Dooooooooorrrrrya!” One last ear-splitting shout from the knuckleheaded ninja as she slammed her fist deep into his armored chest. It felt as if she had punched steel. Her hand immediately burned in agonizing pain as the bones in her fingers broke. But her attack was not merely taijutsu. An impact akin to a mine at point blank range: a massive explosion burst forth from her fist. The strike was enough to send her tumbling back, bouncing off the ground and spinning into a roll. A cloud of dust was kicked up as she skidded across the rough earth, sliding to a stop some 10-15 meters away. She had felt, as she made impact with her attack, every bit of physical energy she had left seep from her body. She was officially running on empty, and the injuries she had sustained (those that she had been so trained to ignore) finally made themselves known. Pain echoed through every muscle of her battered body. Blood pooled beneath her arm, hand, leg and ran down from her scowling mouth. Her vision, covered in smog and fatigued extremely, was blurred. She tried focusing… Tried getting sight of the enemy she had burned nearly everything in her body to beat, but could make out nothing. Wherever the black-clad Raven of a man had gone, she could no longer find him. Just as well, she couldn’t even manage to pull herself up anyways. All she could do at this point, was pray that the others fighting for the alliance had won their own battles and would come to find her before she died.

Forcing herself onto her back with an agonizing groan, she stared up at the dust clouded sky. Why had she even bothered? Why had she come here? Why had she made a point of risking death yet AGAIN? Had the memories of her past experience really faded away that much? What good was it to die now and ruin everything? Ryu would be so pissed if she went and died now…. Ryu… Attempting to raise a hand to wipe them aside was useless, but she fluttered her eyes closed gently as tears began welling up in them. "Ryu…” She whined, muffled and high-pitched. "I’m sorry… I’ll do better. I promise you, I’ll do better…” Her moping came to an end as her consciousness finally began to fade, and she passed out. But in that brief moment, only for just a fraction of a second… She had sworn she had heard his voice… "Relax Lemonhead. I know you will…”

[EXIT : Amaterasu unconscious and defeated]

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[Sairin Takumi]

The gusts of wind went through the canyon, swirling around and waving through naturally. There was the two warriors on each side of the collapsed avalanche. The Jounin had close to chakra left, his stamina was extremely low and he was suffering pretty heavy burns. A variety of things rolled through his head as he lay on the ground, huffing heavy breaths with a sense of bewilderment. He took great risks during the battle, risking it all for the sake of achieving his goal. In the end he wanted to overpower his opponent, but it seemed her fist was far more extreme than he could have imagined. The woman was a key measure in pure destruction it seemed, and her fiery passion was immense; respectable.

The suit was still powering through his body, his chakra flowing intensely and it gave him the added help to stand. It took a moment of struggling though, whilst grinding his teeth and letting out grunts of pain. Despite all his own added training he was still human, and that obviously reflected. Large beads of sweat fell from the tip of his nose, rolling down his body and releasing from his pores. His left arm and leg hurt badly, whilst his right arm and leg felt it too. He had suffered a lot of burns, and they would easily take their toll. The man wanted to utilize his technique momentarily to make sure the battle was finished. If this is what it took then he'd die for the cause. His chakra was almost all gone, so was his stamina and even his will had a hard time remaining.

The river nearby ran through the whole canyon, great lengths and more. His right hand and wrist were broken. They would emit sharp pains through his body, and literally give almost every reason for the Jounin to not move. His ideals were far more important, however. If this didn't support his case for being the Hanchou, then no one would ever understand and neither would he. The coat around his body was pretty burnt up, so he let it slide off and fall to the ground by the side of the river. The chakra suit finally faded away one hundred percent. It drifted into the air, getting taken with the wind and soon disappearing into nothingness. This is all during the man shuffling over to the nearby river, holding onto the edge as he dropped into it. The cool soothing flow of the water helped simmer the burning sensation across his body. A long story short is he took the needed measures to accommodate his wounds. The man had three med-kits present on him, using them to the best of his ability and applying the needed medication until reinforcements arrived. Takumi sat along the side of the river, relaxing as best as he could and laying on the ground with open eyes. He knew that if she still had fight, he'd barely have any. He was practically at zero. The man had no more offensive ninjutsu, or defensive for that matter.

His blue eyes gazed into the blue sky, keeping his mind aware to the best of his ability. It was hard considering all the pain that was flushing through his body. The medical kits brought with him had important essentials for burns, broken bones and more. Properly applying them to their full efficiency wasn't his forte, so he did his best. The aloe and bandages would have to do for the mean time. //Good ol' yellow. She was as feisty as I thought....// his mind circulated the words as he smiled into the air. Mentally, he was with her. There was no hate toward her, but rather respect. They both fought for what they believed in, and gave their all. If anything, they were very alike...her and him. They just resided in two different worlds. Now, only time would tell.....

"You got spunk, I'll give ya' that kid." his voice rang into the air. In this moment he didn't mind bleeding, he was honored to have fought her and it required his all.


[Exit]