Kyojiro stood up, his back hung against a tree — the bark, tough and solid, scraped against his skin, bringing numerous small cuts.Beads of blood fell, yet Kyojiro lay determined. His fiery hair clung to his face, his eyes staring at the silhouette of the Sannin.
BOOM
The very next second, he rushed forward — unperturbed by the massive punch he had just tanked.
The Sannin didn't hesitate; his Kunai swung in an upward arc, promptly stopping the Katana mid-path.
'Not so quick, old man.' Chakra immediately empowered Kyojiro's legs. He bent down in a single stride, his leg sweeping in an arc toward the Sannin's knee.
WHOOSH
Yet his eyes widened — despite the huge size of the man, he was nimble enough to dodge the kick and even counterattack with a straight kick.
Seeing the sandal coming closer and closer to his vision, he rushed back, his Katana pointed at the man.His eyebrows tensed. 'I need to go all out against this man.'
Despite all the meta knowledge Kyojiro had, the Sannin was far stronger than he gave him credit for.
Swordfighting was Kyojiro's strong suit, and yet the guy was able to displace his attacks to a high degree.
His legs parted in a practiced motion, his sword held in a forward grip. 'Flame Breathing — Second Form: Rising Scorching Sun.'
His body flew like a cannonball, the air around him splitting apart. His Katana reached his opponent in a single moment — its blade in a perfect upward trajectory.
Kyojiro's Sharingan tracked it all, and seeing what lay in front of him, he couldn't help but widen his eyes. 'This man... he can track all my attacks.' He saw as Jiraiya's pupil moved along the blade before lightly tilting his head back...
The sharp side went up, unable to even injure the Sannin.
Kyojiro gritted his teeth. He changed forms as quick as he could. 'Flame Breathing — the forms still put too much stress on my body.' He wondered, his muscles trembling to hold everything.
'Flame Breathing, Third Form — Blazing Universe.'
A sharp shrill sound escaped the air, the ground behind him cracked in an unfortunate state.As if a speeding truck was bolting at Jiraiya, Kyojiro moved with passion, his blade swung in a downward vertical slash....Jiraiya couldn't help but be impressed by the swordsmanship in front of him — the boy... no, the ninja in front of him was experienced. His eyebrows clenched. 'This brat... he is quite talented with the sword.'
Seeing the downward slash, he stepped just a little, his Kunai striking the blade at a diagonal angle, displacing it once again. 'But your swordsmanship... it's predictable — slow in my eyes, most of all.'
The more Jiraiya looked at it, the more he saw its flaws. 'It's meant as an explosive style... fast attacks with faster momentum.'
His eyes seized the changing figure of Kyojiro. 'And the brat is replicating it to some extent.'
His hands blurred, seeing the now-crouched position of his opponent. 'Earth Style — Earth Wall.'
The ground answered to him like he was its master. Earth, dust, and gravel joined together by the ethereal force of chakra — the wall rose like a behemoth despite the jutsu being only C-rank.
Yet...
BOOM
'This brat... he's fighting too much like a samurai. This fast, explosive style only works when the opponent is either slower than you or engaging you only in close combat.'Jiraiya narrowed his eyes. He was a ninja, first and foremost — he understood just how important predicting the next step and surprise moves were in ninja combat.
'It's about time I teach this brat,' his eyes narrowed, 'the difference between a samurai and a ninja.'
His earth wall blasted open, the figure of Kyojiro rushed in, immediately tracking the Sannin.
Jiraiya wasted no breath — the Kunai left his hand in a flurry, his hands blurring in an iconic jutsu.
'Shuriken Shadow Clone Technique.' His chakra folded under his grasp; the shuriken multiplied almost fourfold.
Jiraiya smirked, seeing the brat steady his posture — ready to counter all the shuriken with his sword.
'It's praiseworthy... to be able to do that, but also highly inefficient.'
His hands blurred once again, a familiar feeling rising within him. The very ground where Kyojiro was standing quickly turned into a swallowing swamp.
'Earth Style — Swamp of the Underworld.'
Jiraiya couldn't help but smirk seeing the boy finally stressed."That's not all, though," he muttered.
SWISH
His hands blurred once again, chakra following his every control. 'My favorite — Fire Style: Fire Tornado.'
A B-rank jutsu...
Heat rose within him, chakra covered his throat in a protective layer. His eyes narrowed, maintaining perfect control over the jutsu.
WHOOSH
Heat prickled off his skin; the ground beneath him churned from the unexpected fire. His mouth opened, letting out a stream of flame that aimed at the fiery-haired ninja.
Jiraiya looked at the trapped Kyojiro — feet stuck in the mud, sword busy due to the shuriken, and a fire-style tornado rushing at him.
Jiraiya stared at the boy and finally muttered, "This is how a ninja fights — you brat."...Kyojiro's skin prickled from the incoming heat; his mind almost blanked out for a second.'What the fuck... how the fuck did this happen in a second? I was just dominating the fight.'
Well... not dominating, since he knew Jiraiya wasn't going all out, but one second the boy was blasting through earth walls and making Jiraiya step back —
And the very next second, he was in front of this situation.
'Flame Breathing...' He breathed in; a large plume of air immediately entered his lungs, filling him up.
His eyes hardened. 'There is no other way.'
'Sixth Form — Heavenly Flame Twister.'
Just like his last form, Rengoku — this form too strained his body to its very limit.
Yet, seeing the volleys of shuriken, Kyojiro moved with the urgency of a seasoned shinobi.
BOOM
SWISH
His figure rotated in the air — the swamp unable to hold him any longer. His sword, like an extension of himself, turned in a circular arc reminiscent of a tornado.
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