Tenkyuu Byouin [Hospital]

My sensei quickly went through several different hand seals as everything became all but blur to my narrow, crimson optics. It was understandable that he should be able to cast five different moves at once at his supreme level of such skill in the expertise of ninjutsu. But I wondered, how was I to dodge it as it coming at me very fast. I utilized the power of sound to my own visage, the voice projecting towards him in a distracting-like manner, to put him on hold from all this tedious process of such attacks. For the first two, I quickly brought out my own crimson sword as the flames danced on it. I unleashed the power of fire unto the oncoming attacks—the first two mind! As I shushin forward, my ability to move quickly was my only advantage against sensei’s own speed of hands. I knew what to do, but I had naught the skills to utilize it in a militaristic-like manner upon the stagnant battle field.

The stale air penetrated me as my body became hot. The temperatures in my own that surpassed the normal human body by thrice as much—I quickly punched my sensei as the other three attacks went past me—my own speed unsurpassed. My sensei noticed my appearance, but alas, it was too late. The flames burst from my arm as I spoke once more, utilizing it in a confusing distance, as if I was but ten meters away from him. My punch seared his chest, as the flames hissed into smoke. The smoke then, quickly laughed into the air as the sound screamed through the air. Myriad images coming forth, I was ready once more to face this strong beast. Already, I had my leash sealed tight unto him—my personality not yet known. I gained the ultimate ability to witness what was indeed at hand as I quickly moved back from the fallen warrior. He was ready to get really serious.

At first, it seems, that he was indeed amazed my skills. He acknowledged my progress in the art of killing, the code of a warrior. Charka burst free from his body as fire now overwhelmed the area. The flames of death were everywhere, apparent that this was now a battle of fire. My blade was put inside of its sheath, obvious that I knew that it was useless in such a manner. I will now fight with my hands and my hands alone as I shifted into a stance of a long time past. My skills not yet innate in that area, I moved with the grace of a Taijutsu Specialist—the gods above granting me the god-like speed. The speeds of which can only be superseded by so-called gods themselves. Idiosyncratic malice overwhelmed my face as my eyes shone with a glint of murder, I was ready.

Body and soul put together, the voices emanating forth from all places; for indeed I knew how to do it—I would be the first to strike. My fists came forth, as my feet moved back. My sensei knew that such speed had to be met with speed but how, was the question as the hands were made within a second. Flames leaped forth from his body as we ran towards each other—the battle of true speed now at hand. His flames had no obvious effect on me as we came close to the point where we could land hits on each other; however, my voice came forth straight to him as I disappeared once more. Above him, my fist pummeled straight into his back, the flames searing through his shirt and reaching his skin. He groaned a he crashed into the fiery ground.

Gaea uttered a strong cry as the flames got angry at its master; nevertheless, I smiled—I had indeed surpassed my sensei.