fight for freedom, win for glory [ epic ]

[neko bo beko]

FOR FREEDOM
FOR GLORY
Hiraishin Epic

Deep in the lands of Kaminari lies a seemingly deserted hold. At the center of this small mass carved into the edge of a cliff lies an arena complex. It was the perfect place to hide an underground gambling ring. The stadium stands are a crescent that hugs the beginning of the flat arena, the steep cliff a cut off for the stands, leaving majority of the arena to hang alone over an unnecessarily dangerous cliff. Jagged, earth encrusted statues litter the cliffside and the ground beneath it, meaning certain death for anyone who was forced over the edge. Only a small portion of wall is torn down to reveal the drop off, with a wall of at least 40 meters high, close to one hundred and thirty feet, bordering the rest. The polished arena floor reflects the tower which hangs over that, thick mithral wire fastened to four circle figures to keep it floating. It seems to sway vicariously, but some say that's only a placebo effect on one's mind. At the closed end of the short oval side of the arena sits a pair of large double doors which lead to the glass box that sits approximately 42 meters above the arena, closer than the stadium but completely encased. A dozen figures stand in a line in front of the window, with a thirteenth standing before them and in front of a microphone. Although it was hard to see beyond the surface, the room was undoubtedly as nice as a fancy home. A set of closed double doors sits behind their seats. Whatever was behind the door was not to be seen.

Over the stadium, hanging over the box by another few hundred meters, is the statue of a man straining to hold up the arena. Lining this post are cells, each marked with a specific seal. Upon closer examination, though impossible to see from the center of the arena where the group stood, each of those seals resembled a seal that had been placed prematurely on each of the unwilling participants. 

Under the mask of a deceitful GenJutsu cast collectively by each of the council members in the Glass Box, the Sky Arena was left untouched by unknowing outsiders. On the outside, it was a desolate and crumbling arena which had been reduced to nothing more than a destroyed historical remnant in the side of a mountain, but under the dome everything was impeccable. A roar of cheers erupts from the crowd when there's a distinct tap upon the microphone, a voice washing over everyone from every direction. There's a slight static in the speakers, but the man's voice was impossible to miss.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN."

The Kamyuja wouldn't quite remember everything, but they would recognize that voice. It was the same voice that accompanied the being who had brought TEvin here. One moment, he was wherever he was, and in a second he was here, being looked down on by the same masked man who had brought him here without so much more than a gesture. His voice booms.

"IT'S WHAT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR! TWO YEARS WE HAVE GONE WITHOUT A SUFFICIENT TOURNEY, TWO LONG YEARS WE HAVE BEEN LEFT UNENTERTAINED. TWO YEARS SPENT PREPARING FOR AN ULTIMATE GATHERING. THE DISAPPOINTMENT AND DELAY WILL LAST NO LONGER. THIS SHALL BE PERHAPS OUR BEST TOURNAMENT. AND WE ARE EXCITED THAT YOU ALL ARE AS EXCITED AS US. BEFORE EACH MATCH, THERE WILL BE AN INTERLUDE IN WHICH YOU MAY PLACE YOUR BETS. THERE ARE BROKERS IN EACH ROW, SO SEE TO THEM IN AN ORDERLY FASHION. BUT BEFORE THAT..."

Surrounding TEvin were others, all as confused as he might be. From what he'd be able to count he was lost in a crowd of at least thirty, one of the many who'd be fighting against their will. Each of them wore different garb and hailed from different nations, some were ninja and some where no more than merchants. Some looked almost excited, but surely none of them were anticipating what was to come properly. It was both an intimidating and pathetic bunch depending on what fraction you examined. Each of them bore the same seal on their shoulder though.

"TO YOU, OUR FINE PLAYERS." The man was looking pointedly down at them all now, a faux AnBu Cat mask adorning his face. He refrained from calling them 'entrants' for the specific reason that they had not entered themselves, but instead had been chosen. Even his wide gestures were unreadable, but there was a clear smile painted over his words. "MAY THE SURVIVOR BE GRAND. YOU WILL BE GIFTED WITH THE POWER OF GODS, SO LONG AS YOU FIGHT HONORABLY." Their definition of honor was loose, but participants need not know that. "ESCAPE IS FUTILE AND WILL RESULT IN YOUR INEVITABLE DEATH. THERE IS NO WAY OUT EXCEPT IN A BAG OR THROUGH YOUR FISTS."

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Your Post's Objective: Analyze your situation. Don't freak out. Wait.
Optional Objectives: Observe. Figure out what's going on.

Overall Objective is... ...You will be pitted in the arena. You may win and take your prize 'honorably' or find a different way to retrieve it. Just don't do anything stupid.

@🔥Bootysmith🍑

[🔥Bootysmith🍑]

Where am I? TEvin Murtaugh's eyes blinked, as he rotated his body clockwise to examine all sides of his surrounding. One minute he was under the snowy weather of Yuki no kuni, the next in a place unfamiliar to his eyes. How and why he was brought to this particular place, he had no idea. After observing the surrounding area, he checked his body for his weapons. If nothing was removed from him when he was brought to this place, he would still be dressed in an unbuttoned dark brown fur-collared leather and fur trenchcoat, exposing his well built abs, brown military pants on his lower body and brown timberland boots on his feet. A katana would remain safely in its sheath strapped to his left thigh. On the right side of his waist, strapped to his belt, a buttbag containing 4 kunai, 20 hira shuriken, 2 smoke grenades and 20 explosive tags resided.

As he was busy trying to figure out his reason for being summoned to this place, the crowd erupted in a loud roar of cheer after a tap was made on the microphone. I know that voice, he thought to himself. Even though he couldn't recall the appearance of the speaker at the moment, he was certain he had heard that voice somewhere before. The Kamyuja listened more attentively as the voice continued to echo through the speakers. By listening to the short speech, TEv learned that some sort of tournament would be taking place, and after looking around some more to find himself along with others in the centre of the arena, he guessed that he had been kidnapped from wherever he was and brought here to entertain the audience by taking part in this so called tournament of theirs.

He had no idea what to expect from the tournament about to take place, but hoped it offered him a chance to test out his power. Since he knew nothing about where he was and how he got there, he decided he would play by their rules for now, and wait for an opportunity to escape to present itself. Looking around the crowd at the centre with him, he was glad to see other faces as confused as his, as that gave him comfort knowing that he wasn't alone. Survivor? So there's only going to be one winner, huh? He couldn't tell how many players there were, but knew that he had to win no matter what. Being a guy who placed power above everything else, he was intrigued by the idea of this so called power of gods that the speaker spoke of. He pulled out a joint from box and lit it to enjoy a smoke as he awaited further instructions.

[neko bo beko]

The cloaked being manning the microphone raises his arms, black gloved palms to the heavens. “THE GAMES… SHALL COMMENCE!”

As if on cue, a sudden barrage of black mist assaults the field at once. All around TEvin, mirror cloaked beings appear directly beside each individual’s right, parallel to each of their marked shoulders. TEvin was no different - the brand on his shoulder would glow invisibly as it resonated with the cloaked figure that emerges out of nowhere beside the Kamyuja. In an instant, a hand clasped his shoulder and he was no longer in the playing field. His lit joint still smoldered, as if untouched by time or movement, and he was suddenly alone again, looking down on where he’d just been in a cell marked by the same seal on each of the players. The arena was empty save for two lingering individuals now. Apparently, they were the first combatants.

“HERE WE HAVE TWO CHUNIN OF RIVALING VILLAGES. ON THE RIGHT, OF THE VILLAGE OF SNOW WE HAVE AKASUKI, CHIKYU, A TAIJUTSU MASTER WITH A DEFT AFFINITY FOR NINJUTSU AND SOUL. OF THE VILLAGE OF FIRE WE HAVE RARENAI, SHINJI, A MARTIAL ARTIST OF LESSER ABILITY… BUT WITH A TRICK OR TWO UP HER SLEEVE.”

As the announcer went on, TEvin would have plenty of time to examine both his new surroundings and the arena below. The division of his attention was important but each thing to focus on offered different aspects to ruminate on.

"NOW THAT YOU KNOW A BIT ABOUT OUR FIRST MATCH CONTESTANTS, PLEASE PLACE YOUR BETS NOW. WE WILL ALLOW A THIRTY MINUTE INTERIM. PLEASE MOVE IN AN ORDERLY AND RESPECTFUL FASHION OR YOU WILL BE TERMINATED..."

The barred cell TEvin occupies is suspended with the other cells, along the post which the straining man sits upon at the end of the flat between the top row of cages. Although the cell had looked exceptionally small from the arena floor, actually being in one was roomier than expected. That was because of the height at which it sits above the stadium. There was well over 200 meters of nothing between the cells and the stands, and another 40something meters between those and the arena itself. The cage itself was no more than 8 by 5 feet, more room over a prisoner’s head than at his arms. TEvin’s particular cell was 6 down from the man who holds up the arena and 2 from the wall, with only the couple meter wide flat separating him from the other row. The wall of the structure lead undoubtedly into the council member’s hold, but there was no immediate entrance that TEvin could see from where his cell is positioned. The cement floor of his cage acted as a roof to the cell below him, as did the rest of the cells and then the flat, with another two rows below him. Surely not all of the cells were occupied, but the top row where TEvin resided was the only ones without a cement roof because there was not another cell on top of him.

The lack of cement above him was nothing spectacular at first glance, but closer observation revealed that it looked as though they were anticipating the addition of new cells. Only a wooden board sat above him, drilled into each corner of the cage’s top. There were no bars separating him from it.

Booming still, the announcer continued talking, but it was business gibberish that resembled somewhat of a terms of service to the gamblers alone. There was nothing he currently spoke of that would help TEvin. Below, the two contestants were being restrained by their assigned cloaked clones, and only one of them resisted. TEvin would be able to witness from afar as the clone brought up a hand to subdue the combatant, as if acting on pressure points alone. The contestant goes limp in the clone’s arm and he holds him up by the waist unmoving, emotionless and dead still.

[🔥Bootysmith🍑]

TEv stood stationary at the centre of the arena among the crowd puffing his marijuana cigarette when cloaked individuals appeared out of nowhere at the host's declaration for the games to start. After feeling a hand grasp his shoulder he disappeared from the battling ground to appear alone in a cell located not too far from where he had been previously. Immediately after appearing in his little cell, he raised a brow confused by what had just happened. He wasn't sure how it was done but was certain whatever jutsu they used to place him in the cell was the same one that was used to kidnap him from the village of Snow. Looking down at the arena it appeared to be empty except for two beings whom he guessed were the first contestants.

The Kamyuja was glad he wasn't chosen for the first match as that gave him a chance to examine the battling field and come up with strategies. After finishing off the remainder of his weed, he used his observation skill to its highest degree to scan both his cell and the arena. Checking out his surrounding, he saw more cells, some occupied others empty, and decided once he was free he would kill whoever placed him in the cage to teach them a lesson. The host's voice echoed through the speakers again, introducing the players for the first match and giving a summary of their abilities. Those who wished to gamble were given some time to place their bets, TEv decided to use the time to sort out his weapons.

Reaching inside his buttbag, he pulled out four of his kunai and attached an exploding tag to each, then returned them safely to their storage bag there after. After fixing his tools, his attention fixated onto the arena where two cloaked figures looked to be restraining each of the fighters' movements. After witnessing how his fellow combatants were treated, he looked over at the jailed person closest to him and called out, "Yo, you gonna let 'em treat us like that?"

[neko bo beko]

Down below, the fight would be beginning soon - another 20 minutes and the first round would commence. When the Kamyuja took a moment to observe his surroundings more closely, he'd find key subtleties. Judging by the flimsiness of the board above him, it would undoubtedly break under some precise pressure, but the cells seemed to be placed poorly, in an interconnecting series of wires and boards and bars. Anything too much or aimed just correctly could send the whole cell system crashing down, which would inevitably end in death for those on the bottom row and injury to those in the second row. 

By the time TEvin had finished preparing and placed the last newly fashioned kunai back in his pouch, there would be 13 minutes remaining. Over the speakers, the booming voice still echoed but in far less intervals. When the fighting began, he'd be completely silent.

Unfortunately, the man TEvin had attempted to rally only looked up from his slump, a cold expression on his face. With steely eyes he meets the Kamyuja's gaze and takes what seems to be a heavy breath, or lets out a sigh. His body is folded in on itself, tucked into the farthest corner of his cell. "And what of you, boy? You gonna sit back and smoke your dookie, let them treat us like that?" With that the grumbly man would turn his head away, not looking to the arena or anywhere else. Clearly he only wanted to be left alone.

On the other hand, TEvin would hear a strange rattling behind him right away, and if he looked he'd see a strange young man standing in the cell next to him, hands wrapped around the bars and shaking slightly, as if trying to pry the bars apart. He had a weirdly fixed grin on his face, his hair a mess of reds and blacks, fanned across his forehead and looking unbrushed for years. He wore smudged makeup under his eyes and had no hitai-ate to prove a village affiliation. "Hey, kid," he laugh-shrieks, bringing a foot up to settle on a vertical bar of his own cage. "I ain't like that ol' man, I'll help yeh."

The man on the other side of TEvin's cage snorts. "As if doin' anything'll get you anything but a wallop."

The younger man presses his face between the bars, his cheeks squishing. "Don't listen to him, don't listen to him," he laughs. "Listen to me! Whatcha thinking, kid? Bust out and break some necks? Or just run away with our tails tucked between our legs?"

[🔥Bootysmith🍑]

Through observation the lyrical warrior discovered that the cells were poorly constructed, and with enough pressure at the correct spot he could send the whole system crushing down, which would injure him and most likely kill those occupying lower levels. Sacrificing people he didn't know to gain freedom wasn't a big deal, the only problem was injuring himself in the process. With the injuries he'd received from collapsing the cells, he doubted he'd be able to defeat the cloaked individuals whose abilities he knew nothing of, that and the fact that he wouldn't be able to receive their so called 'power of gods' stopped him from taking any reckless action. Also the Kamyuja was curious to know why him and his fellow jailed men were chosen for this tournament. Were they brought here through a random grab and snatch?

Even though he hated the idea of being caged and used like a puppet as entertainment for others, he felt a little glad to be here as that offered him an opportunity to test out his newly acquired abilities, he only hoped they'd keep to their end of the deal and let him out of here when he has won the tournament. He wasn't surprised when the man responded the way he did, TEv simply chuckled and turned to face the one who sounded interest in his little scheme. "Oh yea?" he says moving to hold the bars facing the man who offered to help. Ignoring the other guy's negative comment, a devilish grin formed over his face as he began explaining his plan, "Hmm... Okay, we bust outt here and make everyone who ain't wit us bleed, starting with that ol' fool back there." he gestured towards the rude man behind him using his thumb.

"Before we begin the killing we first need to study those cloaked motherfuckers and this raggedy place. For now we'll cooperate and try to recruit members, when the time is right we'll fuck 'em up. I'm TEv by the way." He wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to execute the plan he had just told his newly formed buddy, he only plotted the scheme to test if he could influence others and manipulate them into doing his bidding. "And oh, don't lose in there, ayt?" he'd say before turning his gaze back to the fool who refused to oppose his oppressors, "I hope we meet in the ring, you old fool. Gonna enjoy pounding the shit outta you." Although words that came out his mouth were a threat, he spoke them using a sweet and gentle tone. Not interested in the old fool's response, he turned away directing his attention back to the cooperative one. "What do you know about this so called 'power of gods'?"

[neko bo beko]

His face broken in two, the strange fellow's sharp yellow teeth flashed between his grinning lips. He made a strange, strangled and excited noise as TEv agreed to bust some heads together. On a burst of anticipation and excitement, the bedhead stranger claps his hands together obnoxiously. Despite how it echos, it doesn't seem to bother the audience or the council or even the folk of the arena. Only murmurs from the cages surrounding them erupt in protest.

7 minutes remaining until the first round begins.

"I know much about them," the redhead agrees, nodding enthusiastically along to TEv's plan. The excited derangement in his eyes is as unwavering as his obnoxious grin. "We will study, study, study them. Can you see them? I can't see them from here." He grins wide, a tricky giggle bubbling up in his throat. "I never lose. Never never ever. And I'm Kane, by the way." It seemed they were getting along famously - Kane was personally enjoying his time with his new friend.

"Angry boy! Angry boy!" Kane cheers as TEvin berates the old man. The old man doesn't stir, eyes fixed beyond. He was uninterested in the foolish exploits of young men and wanted no part of it, no matter how much he may yearn to be free as well.

"We can't see the council but the old fool might be able to. Did you see his eyes? He got them milky whites, yeah yeah." Kane's smile fell momentarily, a mock sympathetic expression swimming under his skin yet he could not hide the sly grin threatening to break him. "Oh, but, you were so mean to him. So mean, so mean." Almost immediately, his face changed back and he let out a loud laugh, eyes never leaving TEv.

The strange man rocked in his cage when asked about the power of the gods, his fiendish expression never wavering, growing in fact. "Aye, godly power indeed. Don't let them fool you though, boy. Angry boy!" He hoots, momentarily forgetting his train of thought in favor of grabbing the bars and shaking them wildly, enough to get an actual rocking to go. Someone below shrieks, begging him to stop. He hollers with laughter. "It is only their vice that they offer! Nothing more and nothing less. You can't win, you can't, you can't." He brought his face back to the bars, smile brazen. "Then they'd have to give it up."

[🔥Bootysmith🍑]

His new buddy acted and sounded a bit retarded, repeating words here and there, TEv suspected that it might all be an act meant to fool people into letting their guards down thinking he's just another harmless idiot. Even though he noticed Kane's abnormal behavior, he remained friendly towards him knowing that he might need him as an ally later. "Good, good. I hate losers. Uhm.. So where you from, Kane?" he didn't really care where Kane hailed from, he was simply just making conversation. "You're quiet the observant one, aren't you?" he grinned at his friend when he mentioned the old man's white eyes. The rapper had noticed the old man's weird coloured eyes but hadn't thought much about them until they were mentioned by Kane. He regretted threatening the old man after realising that their plan might need him to be a success.

The Kamyuja kept a smile on his face ignoring the annoying noise made by his mentally deranged friend as he rocked like a monkey inside his cage. "You seem to know a lotta things. Have you been here before?" he inquired, his sexy brown eyes gleaming with curiosity. He'd wait for his buddy's response before facing and taking a single step to the old man's side. "Old man, have you been here before? What do you know bout this place?" his voice carried nothing but seriousness when he spoke. "We could use those eyes of yours, ya know. It ain't too late to change your mind." He had never really seen it in action but was informed enough to know that white eyes were a trait of the Hyuuga who possess a dojutsu known as the byakugan. From what he had heard, their fighting style was regarded the deadliest among all taijutsu, TEv's curiosity about the old man's abilities grew more and more by the minute.

He wanted to see the old man fight in the arena to witness the power of the Hyuuga with his own eyes, or even better get matched up against him and witness that power first hand. He pulled out a spliff and bombed a smoke to calm down all the excitement that was building up inside his body. Smoking was his favourite thing to do because it always calmed him and put him in a good mood, but at the moment it seemed no matter how much he puffed, he couldn't get himself to stop being impatient. "Can we get the show started already?!" he yelled out at the top of his lungs for everyone to hear. He knew he would draw attention to himself but didn't care, there was nothing anybody could do to him. "Yo, Kane, smoke?" he offered the joint to his fellow jailedman.

[neko bo beko]

"Matters not from where we hail," Kane replies. While TEv cared only enough to make conversation, Kane cared even less. His goals were singular and linear. He quite needed this angry boy. "There is no before except for the before here," Kane suggests, grin spreading. His eyes glimmer dirtily. "As long as before was ever ago." He spoke in near riddles but he smiles idiotically all the same, eyes glued to TEv.

Kane's grin didn't waver in the slightest when TEv took into consideration what he had mentioned about the old man, grinning and leaning flush into the front of his cage bars to look around TEv and into the next adjacent cage. Those old man's milky eyes move, catching Kane's before TEv's. A strange shudder seems to run through him but he does not regard the strange one, only the one who addresses him, but perhaps not as graciously as the Kamyuja might have wanted. "I've not been here before but I didn't come willingly. I fought, I saw. I know..." He shakes his head, clearing his throat to continue answering the original question. "They dragged me here," he settles. His eyes narrow, pointed at TEv but he was not there, he was looking far beyond. Past TEv's being. "Would you not still bludgeon my face given the chance? I help you, what says you will not return the favor with your sour fist?"

If listened to, the old man's tone was not one of defiance but of fear, but it wasn't TEv he was scared of. From his place on the cage floor, tucked in the furthest corner, the old man brings his hands out of the folds of his full garb. His hands are mangled, twisted, cut by the tight ropes binding him. "They don't appreciate fighting back," he murmurs, going back into his void. He turns his head back down, quietly observing through his milky whites. He seemed to be coming around slowly.

Kane on the other hand was already in love with TEv and his usefulness, as well as the entertainment he was offering. The crazy fellow screams and hoots, clapping obnoxiously and dancing wildly in his cage. He grabs the bars and screams down, chiming in with his new friend, but both of them are drowned out by a sudden blaring. A siren like Olympian trumpets. Being so close to the speakers, the cages tremble and a few prisoners scream and quiver, some plead and others threaten. Someone on the other side of Kane's cage dangles their arms out of the cage as if groping for the ground.

"FIGHTERS! ... FIGHT!!!"

The stadium explodes into a deafening cheer, but Kane can still hear the offering. He grins wide. "A shared drug, a shared mind," he agrees, reaching through the bars to pluck it away and take in a long drag. He was no bogart but he ashed a healthy chunk, handing it back with the billowing exhale clouding his expression. In the white, his grin and eyes were almost menacing, as if a certain evil lingered somewhere below the surface.

"I've been waiting for an angry boy like you, TEv." Once the joint was back in TEv's possession, Kane's hands came up to wrap around the bars of his cage, peering down upon the arena. For a moment he seemed completely entranced by the fighting, crazy wide eyes following every movement from below. It was a work of martial artistry, little to no destruction emerging from the confrontation yet. Give it time, give it time, Kane whispered to himself. 

dice rolls

[🔥Bootysmith🍑]

"I guess you're right." He agreed with Kane, it mattered not where they hailed from, all that mattered was for both of them to cooperate with one another, and as far as he could tell they were getting along pretty well. "What?" TEv chuckled a bit after hearing his buddy's riddles, his face expressed the confusion he felt. Even though this Kane guy was sort of weird, he was amusing and made TEv forget he was trapped in a cage. A warm smile plastered on the lyrical warrior's face after he shifted his gaze from Kane and on to the old man. TEv's brown eyes looked directly into the old man's milky whites without blinking, listening attentively to what he had to say. The old man's reply was different from before, the Kamyuja noticed this and believed with proper persuasion he would be able to convince him to join their movement.

While listening to the old man, he sensed a bit of fear in his voice and could understand why he sounded the way he did. They knew nothing about their captors, and that on its own put them at a disadvantage. Also the old man claimed to have fought back, him being here in the cage meant he had been overpowered. "I'm a man of my word, if you join with us I won't kill you." Each word spoken was projected in a cool and gentle tone. Although he made a promise not to kill him, he still wished to go toe to toe to with him to determine which is better between the old man's milky white eyes and his own chaos. "They may have the upper hand right now, but I'm sure with your help we can change that. I refuse to sit here in this cage and let them treat me like animal. I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees." He gripped the bars separating him from the old man tightly as he spoke, the smile vanished from his face to be replaced by a serious and almost angry expression.

"These bastards!" The Kamyuja tried to keep calm, but the sound emitted by the speakers was just too much to bear. If he could he would walk up to whoever produced the sound and punch them in the gut, but unfortunately he was locked up in a cage. "Finally." He let out a sigh of relieve after the command for the first match to begin was given. His eyes immediately fixated on the two fighters in the arena below him to enjoy the fight and also to study their fighting styles as the winner was mostly likely going to be matched up against him. He smiled at his friend, accepting his joint to back not really sure what Kane meant by having waited for him. Studying the fighters below, he puffed on his marijuana cigarette till it was no more then his eyelids fell low, eyes turned red as he drifted off to cloud nine. Bit by bit rhymes poured into his head, giving him an idea for a new song.

[neko bo beko]

The old man bowed his head and for a long time he was silent, but when his eyes flutter open again the milky whites had turned to a soft and threatening lilac, veins like tough tendrils pressing firmly outwards against the skin around his eyes, fleshing out his crowsfeet. "A respectful approach," he agrees, sounding both defeated and hopeful. TEv's explosiveness had at first annoyed the old man but he was beginning to believe the young angry boy when he swore vengeance and escape. From his place on the floor, the old man peers eerily at Kane, remaining distantly aware of him, waiting for his moment to speak to TEvin alone.

Down below, with both Kane and TEv's eyes glued to the battle, they'd be able to witness the full battle. The rhymes flowing through the Kamyuja's heart slapped to the beat of the sport. A well placed kick sent the woman hurdling backwards. The fury drew them both to the edge, the offender pushing forth with as much determination as a man facing possible death. The woman lets out a strangled and frightened scream as one of her heels breaks off a chunk of cement, the long fall directly behind her, vicariously beneath her unbalanced stance. From his side, TEv would be able to hear Kane's breath hitch with anticipation. A disappointed bubble of a groan threatens to rise in his throat when the woman lets forth a burst of wind and force, sending the martial artist a couple feet ahead so that she may readjust herself and live.

The gasp of disappointment turns into a shriek of joy and suddenly the whole cage complex trembles again, this time with the weight of Kane's dances as he strangles his bars excitedly, hooting while the stadium was silent. The woman, at the edge of the drop still, was motionless and while everyone else took a moment of silence, Kane was pumped. He knew what was happening long before it came into fruition. When the man runs at her with all his strength in an attempt to send her flying over the edge only to be thrust into a trap, soaring through a shadow clone and throwing himself over the edge, Kane explodes into cheers, his guttural screams frighteningly animalistic.

As the woman was being crowned winner of Round 1, the old man climbed to his feet. His hands still bloodied and bound before him, he struggled slightly, slumping against the bars. He seemed to not see the arena below, yet he looked to it. "Tell me you have a plan, boy." Kane perks up, gazing sideways into TEv's cage as the old man mirrors the action slowly. With a devil and an angel on his shoulders, the chaotic soul would need to communicate with both of them. "What do you need?"

Kane nodded, enthusiastic. His grin, which had only widened during the show below, was devilish and wide but determined. "Yes, yes," he drawls, his voice a rasp. "What do you need, angry boy?" Kane's eyes narrowed, his fat tongue darts out to wet his curled lips. 

[🔥Bootysmith🍑]

The lyrical warrior left the old man alone, giving him time to process the offer and choose a side. Seeing the man's dojutsu active he knew he had won him. "Damn, old man, that's real nasty! Does it hurt?" he asked jokingly. He looked straight into the old man's eyes studying their colour and structure, curious to find out their capabilities. Witnessing the byakugan for the first time, it was as it had been described, and according to what he had been told it could see things from afar in all directions without having to turn, also it was rumoured to grant the wielder x-ray vision. If what he had been told was true then the old man would definitely be of great help.

Beneath him the match had begun, and the fighters were going at each other. TEv watched silently studying both fighters' movements, stances and techniques. While watching the fight, he pictured himself in the ring with both contestants and developed strategies he would use if he was in there fighting. The fight wasn't that intense but it was enjoyable as it looked unpredictable. From the Kamyuja's eyes both fighters seemed evenly matched, he kept his eyes glued to the arena making sure not to miss a thing. Judging by the sounds Kane made and actions he took, TEv only guessed the guy was enjoying the match. He was impressed with how the girl had come up with a plan to lure her opponent into charging to his own death. TEv hadn't seen it coming, but after seeing it he understood what had happened. After seeing the first fight he knew that he would enjoy the tournament.

The Kamyuja understood that there was a possibility that there could be fighters stronger than him, but that didn't scare nor worry him, actually it excited him. To him life is all about tackling and maneuvering great obstacles, if indeed there was someone stronger than him he'd just have to find a way to beat them. When the old man asked about the plan, TEv remembered what the Takikage had told him before he left the village. The village reacquired him to play leadership roles, he saw this as training for those roles. "I do have a plan, I'll tell you all about it when it's time. For now I need you to locate the runners of this show and find out how many guards they have. Also we need to know the number of those cloaked freaks. Can you do that?" With the first match over, he knew the contestants for the second fight would be chosen any minute now, he only hoped that he wasn't matched up against Kane and the old man, at least not now.

[neko bo beko]

Over the speakers, the announcer let everyone know they'd be receiving their winnings in the end and that future wins or losses would not affect any established earnings, and that earnings not collected could not be bid. The old man did not respond to TEv until there was silence again. As steely as ever, the old man surfed his scope, grateful for the moment of peace he was given to survey the area. Part of him did not want to oppose these strange and godlike men who overlooked the ordeal, yet another, stronger part of him knew it was death or enslavement or nothing else if not the dissemblance of the threat. So he pressed on in hopes of finding his life again, but he was no fool. He knew it was futile, but as the angry boy had so eloquently spit, he'd rather die fighting than on his knees.

Down below, a cloaked councilor clone assisted the winner woman, upon her from dust in an instant with a gentle hand at her elbow, and then the black mist plumed in a caged across the flat and she was there. She was calm but the old man could see plainly that she was worked up, frustrated, on edge. Suppressed. She shook and cried, probably mourning the first life she'd ever taken. She was impossibly young.

While Kane was content with TEv's current leading approach, the old man felt tepid. He willed himself to remain lax, complying as it benefited him. Kane leans against the bars of his cage, looking beyond TEv's cell and to the old man impatiently. With no battle below, they had nothing to do but talk. "Aye, pray to the Gods your plan will carry us at least halfway through," the old man murmurs before addressing what is needed of him.

The next two cages in the row across the flat imploded with the familiar black mist, the two caged participants suddenly poofed into the arena. "AND NOW, FOR ROUND TWO, WE HAVE A NINJA AND A MAN OF NO AFFILIATION FACING OFF. TO THE RIGHT WE SEE SUNE, RIEKO OF THE GRASS, OF EXTREME DARK MENTAL PROWESS. IN THE LEFT WE HAVE IZANAGI, TERU A CLANSTER, ONE MARVELOUS CONNOISSEUR  OF FAMILY SECRETS!" The main announcer went on as he had the first time, reminding everyone of the thirty minute interim in which they'd be able to place their bets. 

"I can," the old man assures, turning his eyes into TEv's cage but still not quite seeing him. "The answers you seek are plain, my boy." From the other side, Kane lets out an obnoxious and impatient yelp. "On with it! On with it!" The old man continued as if uninterrupted, and it was unclear whether or not Kane was ushering the battle or the answer. "The runners are the councilors. Or the overseers, or the..." He shook his head. "What they are doesn't matter, but they're in the main balcony." Both withered and broken hands come trembling up, tethered to each other, to point down below at the glass box in which the dozen and one stood. "There are thirteen all together. From the looks of it their chakra signatures are rather normal, nothing out of the ordinary. Yet they give me cause for suspicion." A moment or a beat passed, and the old man's voice picked back up in a raspy tone. He was strained, old and tired. "As for these cloaked freaks, as you call them... they're the leader. The speaker. I think even the speaker is a clone of himself, but..." The old man shook his head. "As I said, suspicious..."

Kane blurted out into laughter. "Suspicious!" He parroted, the sides of his fists coming hard against the bars of his cage. It rattles, reverberating through and down, sending tremors across some connecting cages. No one murmurs this time. "Piddling is what they are. They are lying and weak, can smell their dirt from here." Kane crinkles up his nose, his crazy eyes narrowing momentarily as a moment of disgust washes over him, as if he can really smell them. 

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TEv paid no attention to the announcement made over the speakers after the first match, as he had little interest in gambling, and his mind was too busy trying to put together a plan to bust out of his prison. Even though he couldn't see as well as the old man, he studied the female's reactions to winning the fight and kept his eyes glued to her to see how the runners would treat her, and also to try and figure out the technique they used to move them around. So far all he knew about it was that the cloaked individuals had to be in contact with whatever or whoever they wished to move, he figure that part out when he saw them touch the girl's ankle before disappearing from the arena. Thinking back to to how he was moved from place to black, he noted the one thing that was common in all the events was physical contact and believed that his theory must be valid.

He couldn't deny his love for combat but seeing the crowd enjoy a battle of slaves angered him, mostly because he was one of those slaves, having been put in such a situation made him question his own abilities. The Kamyuja believed to have not done any wrong but here he was in a cage forced to fight for his freedom and his life. He was forced to fight and kill someone who could most likely be innocent all so a group of fat fucks could keep getting fatter by using them to generate wealth. He was so caught in his thoughts which where heightened by the marijuana he had took earlier, he heard the old man speak but his mind didn't pay any mind to his remark. TEv couldn't ignore the speakers when they rang announcing contestants for the second match.

As he had guessed, the old man assured that he could do everything he asked . The lyrical warrior nodded and gave a simple remark before holding his chin to think, "Thirteen? Hmm..." The councillors had more numbers, for his plan to work they needed more people to even the odds, and not just anybody but skilled individuals. Only thing he could to ensure a successful escape was observe a few matches carefully to spot talented fighters and see if he could inspire them to join his cause. "Shadow clone? " He wanted to be sure about the clone jutsu used as that could assist in measuring the oppressor's power. Kane's enthusiasm never withered, TEv liked that about him.

[neko bo beko]

As TEv came inevitably closer to knowing some whole truth about this situation at hand and the godly men and their powers they offer, he so too grew closer to the end of his unimpeded clock. If he did not act sooner than later, the rounds would catch up to him and he would be plunged into the arena to fight against one of either of the two of the cagemates on either side of him. While that could potentially open up a number of opportunities to him, it would close a number of them as well. Not only would he be under the close and ever watchful eye of the council and the leader and his clones, but he would be down one teammate. 

For now though, he had time to plan and figure a little more out, if he played his time correctly and if the battle below took longer to end than the first one. "Thirteen," the old man confirmed. Even before TEv had his question, he had an answer. "Thirteen can easily become thirty, hundreds, however many he please so long his chakra allows it." There was a beat, a moment of thought, before he added, "...and he has a sufficient supply of that."

20 minutes remaining until the second round begins.

Finally, the veins around the old man's eyes smooth out, leaving only wrinkles behind. His face sags again, returning to its sullen, distant expression. Wringing his tired and purpled hands, the old man was numb as he spoke more comprehensively, giving instead a sure answer. "Shadowclone." His hands fell, hidden under his garb again. His face was masked by his hood. "We must be careful from here. One wrong move and he will rain down upon us like a thundering death. He is-" Kane was having none of it, his fists coming forward hard to smash against the bars of his cage and interrupt. He bangs a few times until a tremor snakes through the complex. "Shove a cock in it, old man," he blurts, his voice rough and deep. In an instant it resumes its high pitched shrill. As if he had yet to speak, his face was broken once again in a dumb smile. "You're only filling our heads with doubts. Confidence, old man! Confidence!" He rattles the bars again, sending another shockwave through the connecting cages. Only an angry shout erupts from a cage blow.

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Hearing the old man confirm that the jutsu used was indeed the shadow clone jutsu, TEv knew it meant the oppressor was most probably chunin or of an even higher rank. Judging by how the show was being run and how the crowd reacted, the Kamyuja guessed that this wasn't the first time this tournament has been held. Believing there must have been others here before him, it only felt right for him to assume that they'd be expecting some prisoners to make escape attempts, and be ready to capture and punish them. He was well aware that any minute wasted inside his cage got him closer to the possibility of fighting either of the men on opposite sides of his cage. He wished to test his power inside the arena but was worried doing so would reduce the number of members in his party.

From whatever angle he looked at his situation from, the council seemed to have the upper hand. The old man didn't sound that confident, thinking about what they'd have to tackle in order to gain their freedom, TEv understood his feelings. Kane on the other hand seemed enthusiastic as ever and eager to rain terror on the oppressors. TEv circled around in his cell silently, checking the weak points of the cell above him and trying to decide his next move. If he made the cells collapse he could free himself and his two teammates, but the cloaked freaks would just appear and try to subdue them. If he remained in his cage he'd get to fight strong opponents and test his power.

It was a difficult decision to make but after considering all the possible outcomes, he concluded that remaining obedient in his cell was the smartest move for now. He believed for the two to be on his team they had to at least be strong enough to win one or two matches. The Kamyuja was bored and tired of being in the cage, knowing that his match might be next was the only thing preventing him from breaking out, that and his curiosity over the godly power promised. For the moment he had no words for his partners, he only wished to see what they are capable of. He stopped his movement inside the cage to focus on the arena and await the second match to commence.

[neko bo beko]

With his strategy made, all TEvin had left to do was wait and wait and wait. He'd wait through the second match as it dragged on. After the waiting period was over, the unwilling participants are introduced and the game begins. Kane hoots with approval as a sword comes down halfway through the match to sever limb from shoulder, his aggressive holler guttural and animalistic as he rallies in his cage. The old man, alternatively, was watching with a sullen and sad expression. He knew what was happening and what the choices being made would lead to, and he was making peace with his fate. He was quiet all through the end of the second match while the stadium and Kane and a few of the other prisoners react to the gorey finish below, a mix between chortles of fascination and gawks of disgust. Even with one arm, the winner had managed to rip jaw from skull and pulverize the rest with his one fist in a raw attempt at survival, adrenaline coursing through him as he screamed and stood slumped over the beaten thing between his feet.

As the surviving participant was placed back into his cage, a cloaked man remained with him long enough only to cauterize the wound. He wore the same mask as the man who acted as a spokesman, but he was nimbler and frail and worked deftly. A shout of pain from the man in the cage across from Kane stirred his vehement yodeling once again, berating the winner for sobbing over his victory wounds. After ushering the second round's winner with green chakra, the masked figure was gone. The third round's participants were thrust into the arena, leaving three empty cages an a third, already empty cage at the end with the straining statue. Kane giggled obnoxiously as silence finally fell once the bidding had begun, giving them another thirty minutes to waste away. He was impatient, his obscene pointed black nails scraping the bars of his cage as he fussed with them. "After you and the old man I can kill, kill, kill," he mutters, excited. His large eyes turn to TEv, looking into him. "However long we wait, we may fight too, angry boy." His eyes were wild. "I never lose, angry boy! I'd rather work together, angry boy. Angry boy!"

The old man drew in a weary breath knowingly, as if in response to Kane. He had nothing to say though, and the third round began shortly after. Waiting still through it, the fourth would begin once a winner below was dubbed. 

YOUR MATCH BEGINS IN: NEXT GM POST 

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Tired from all the standing, TEv sat cross legged in a meditating posture to watch the show below in a relaxed manner. From start to finish, he observed the second match with an attentive eye, reading every bit of detail. The match was more intense than the previous one and had a lot of blood spilled. He noticed how wild and emotionally driven the fighters were, and noted it inside his head for personal reasons. Even after seeing a guy lose a limb, the Kamyuja sensed no fear from Kane. Looking over his side, he caught a glimpse of the old man's face and noticed how sad and worried he looked. Even though he himself felt no fear, he couldn't blame the old man for being scared, they were all brought here unwillingly, unprepared and forced to fight for their lives. "Don't worry, old man, if you don't make it out alive I will avenge you." he promised and meant what he said.

Seeing how the winner emerged from the match, the Kamyuja knew he had to make sure not to take any critical damage during his fight or he might not live to see another day. From his cage he quietly observed as the winner was moved back to into his cage and treated of his wounds. "That's one thing we have in common, Kane, I never lose either." he replied, turning to face Kane with a smile. "Listen, I know the weakpoints of these cells," he explained and showed the two men opposite him what he was speaking of, "If we strike there and there hard enough the structure should come down and allow us our freedom, buh before we do that I need to confirm something from inside the arena." he paused to catch his breath as he wasn't used to giving long speeches. "Whoever is remaining in their cage at the moment of my fight will have to deliver the strike at my command. When I see an opening I'll give the signal then we'll bust out. Once their attention is on the falling cells I'll jump in on the council and teach them a lesson." It wasn't solid proof, but the Kamyuja believed his little plan could work. For the moment he remained patient and awaited his turn to fight.

[neko bo beko]

As the battle below raged on the old man too took back to his corner of the cell, waiting without watching, preparing himself inwardly. When TEvin called to him to reassure him, the old man smiled and bowed his head towards him, old eyes shifting to examine the young one wholly. "I know you will, boy," he reassures him before settling back against the cage, drawing in steadying breaths. It sounded as though he had more to say, but instead he chose to remain silent. 

Once the discussion rose, Kane and the old man listened to the proposed strategy. The old man heaved a sigh and Kane hooted. "There will only be one of us left to follow commands," Kane says. He looks to TEvin, disappointment evident over his expression, eyebrows twitching downward. He was no doubt irritated that he would be unable to fight due to the way the plan timed out, but his sly grin was ever unwavering still, the bloodlust lingering beneath his skin. He would quench it for sure, but the waiting was killing him. The crazy, dirty man to TEv's right continued on, eyes turning back to the fight below as it raged. "With you and the old man down there, only Kane, me, myself - I will act from up here. You can count on it, angry boy. Angry boy! I want to fight, but fighting can wait for when your fighting against the man starts." His eyebrows twitched again, this time his expression softening, almost looking amused or excited. "And I place my faith where it is logical. The council are too up their own ass to suspect someone may fight back. They deal with ones like the old man, yet they think no more of it. Once subdued, they think we are fish. Fish! Flopping and pathetic!" It was no matter. He'd spoken too much, wasted a bit more time with his riddlistic babbles. An opponent fell in the ring. "Careful, careful. On you, boy! Angry boy!" Kane jumped around in his cage again, his capricious mood soaring through the clouds again. "If you delay the old man's death, we may not be short one man!" The warning would linger in TEv's ears as he was suddenly plunged downward through a black mist.

Reappearing in the arena, TEv was faced off against the old man, a couple hundred feet distancing them. A cloaked figure stood behind TEv, but the old man's stood before him and tended to his wounds finally. So close, TEv was able to see the clones of councilmen were two different beings under the same guise and mask. A green chakra healed the old man's hands, but then in two quick succession bursts, a mirror man of the clone behind TEv emerged to stand behind the old man, replacing the healer. Quickly, the announcer spoke, introducing them.

"ROUND FOUR IS HERE. TO THE RIGHT WE HAVE HYUUGA, JOICHIRO OF THE LEAF. AS HIS NAME IMPLIES HE IS OF THE FIRST HOUSE, OF GREAT PHYSICAL STRENGTH. HIS ONLY DRAWBACK IS HIS WITHERING AGE! ON THE LEFT WE SEE MURTAUGH, TEVIN, A MAN OF PHYSICAL PROWESS WHICH DERIVES FROM THE CLAN OF RAW CHAOS! PLACE YOUR BETS SO WE MAY SEE THIS BLOODSHED."

After the bidding began, the silence that they'd heard from above was louder below. They could hear the scuffle and noise of people placing their money down, but it was nothing but waiting between the old man and TEvin. As the clock ticked on, the figures behind both respective players were motionless but alive, a firm hand upon both men's shoulders, steadying them. When the timer finally came down to it and the announcer let the fighters know it was time to begin, the cloaked figures would leave the arena in another plume of teleportation but somehow their presence lingered. It was only the old man and TEvin now, and it seemed as though Joichiro was keen on remaining still, his hands clasped and head bowed slightly. From where TEvin stood, he seemed frozen in place. The veins around his eyes creased however, and the old man waited. The roar of the stadium hollering was deafening. Overhead, Kane shrieked in a shrill voice, but that too was deafened. 

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"Two will be in the arena free and ready to fuck shit up." He says standing up from the cement floor. TEv caught a glimpse of Kane's expression, and for a moment he was worried that Kane might not be feeling the plan. He smiled warmly relieved to hear his partner say that he would carry out the plan. The Kamyuja nodded his head in agreement to Kane's statement, he felt exactly the same way and believed that if all the prisoners worked together they could bring about revolution. When the third match ended, TEv prepared himself and waited for the oppressor to sent him to the arena. Even though he look calm and relax on the outside, he had all his senses focused around himself and his surrounding, planning to study the cloaked freaks when they made their move.

In a flash he was gone from his cage and appeared in the arena a few meters away from the old man. The first thing he did was turn his head to the right to take a quick glance at the individual behind him before turning back to gaze directly at his opponent. Although the cloaked beings accompanying him and the old man dressed and acted in the same manner, TEv discovered that they were two different beings. He watched silently as a healing jutsu was used on the old man. 'That one is a medic, bet he ain't that tough,' he thought to himself. After healing the old man the healer was substituted by a figure identical to the one standings behind TEv, which made the Kamyuja believe that his guess might be correct.

TEv scratched the back of his head and smiled stupidly when a voice echoed through the speakers introducing him. Maintaining a smile on his face the Kamyuja hummed a tune as he waited for the match to begin. "And if I must go and I am 22, then at least I know I died a legend..." he sang joyfully, ignoring the hand on his shoulder, but his was song was cut short by the announcement made for the match to commence. The moment he had been waiting for had finally arrived, the cloaked beings were gone it was just him and Joichoro. Slow and steady the Kamyuja walked towards the old man, observing his actions with every step. "These people want to see some bloodshed, let's give them a show." He'd say after stopping five meters from his opponent.

His vision changed to black and white when his sexy brown eyes began to glisten with brilliance as he activated his dojutsu. He suppressed all the strength it offered and used his chaos only to read his opponent's aura. After studying the old man's aura TEv dug into his buttbag to pull out five hira shuriken then hurled them at Joichiro's chest one after the others.

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Chaos Fourth Stage "Eternal Chaos"
Rank: ‘S’
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: Final step in evolution, the fourth stage of chaos is like nothing anyone has ever seen before. The fourth stage allows the user to unlock one-hundred percent of there max strength, there endurance and durability remains the same as before as stated above in the Kamyuja description section. There speed in enhance even more now, allowing them to increase there movement speed by two, giving them the advantage now in a battlefield. As stated before, once activated the user is now capable of seeing ones aura as it emanates from there body.
Special: You receive a plus two to movement. Though a Kamyuja member is not capable of using chakra gates, they can use there chaos as as substitute in order to go into a chakra gate related fighting style. This eye is capable of mimicking the seventh and eighth gate. Please note you don't gain the benefits of those chakra gates.
Drawback: ----
Description: The final step, this form of chaos was never thought to exist. But here it lies in every Kamyuja member awaiting to be awaken so there true power can shine. This form of chaos is to be known as the most powerful one of all, in truth it has no weakness and will break the boundaries of mankind as we known. When activating the fourth stage of chaos the person seems to have more control then ever before, unlike the three stage they are able to control there emotions and suppress there strength at will. This time around the eyes of the Kamyuja don’t change, instead they stay there original genetic color, though there eye remain the same their eyes do glisten with brilliance while chaos is activated, but there are some cases where the eyes still retain the 'Third stages' color. Meaning someone who had black or white eyes will retain that when they unlock the fourth eyes.. Though there eyes don’t change physically they still gain the capability of seeing in black n’ white as if they were colored blind, this doesn’t hinder there ability to fight in fact it increase there ability due to the fact they are able to see the aura of chakra emanating from a person’s body. Once the Kamyuja reaches this stage of Chaos they are able to demonstrate the full capabilities of there true strength as they are no longer suppressed by the previous stages, in this state they are capable of tapping into there max potential, making them now the most powerful creature that has every walked this earth. There strength is unrivaled by those who could have rivaled it once before and there movement speed steadily increase, they no longer move with a plus one but instead with a plus two. Unlike before, where the Kamyuja’s nocieptor’s would shut down so they wouldn’t be able to feel pain no longer applies. Now the nocieptor are still active allowing the Kamyuja to actually feel pain when they are in this stage, this would seem to damper there ability but in truth it actually increase it. The pituitary gland works more proficient then before, allowing it to produce an absurd amount of endorphins while they are in this stage. They are able to negate fifty percent of all damage done to them making any physical damage done to them that was serious feel like a minor wound. Though they don’t posses the ability not to feel pain anymore they do have the ability now to negate most of the damage done to them, this also proves useless for them now since they no longer have a time limit like before.
Limit: Must have the Kamyuja Bloodlimit, In order to obtain this the user must have 500tp within the Kamyuja Clan and must be role played out to obtain