From the pointed part of the pencil, numerous bullets launched from it as if he was using rifle bullets rushing like rockets with the size of rocks toward Oshnirai.
As for the latter, she began rotating the spear in front of her like the fan in an operation of blocking the numerous black pointed bullets, and during that, the spear itself is being scratched with relatively deep scratches.
Some of the bullets arrived to the end of the place, colliding with the end of the wall to plant deeply inside it, and like this, the wall became a painting of holes.
And returning to the cause of that, who continues launching the bullets madly, and the smile does not depart his face, while Oshnirai continues blocking the numerous quantities of them.
At the same time, she advances toward him from slowing down to fast walking, arriving to running, and she has tightened her left grip.
As soon as she approached him by a distance of millimeters, she directed to him a punch that made him drive away with force toward the ground, as if a rock is the factor responsible for his fall.
But the latter did not waste a single second, as suddenly he stands from his fall, for the two to collide in a return to the armed clash.
The fast collisions of each of the pencil and the spear began in multiple slidings and frictions, until the two opponents were driven away far from far from each other in an exchange of their places.
Where Oshnirai became in front of each of Chyohana and Yoriki, and Minyaji is the one who became in her previous place.
And this latter left his left hand to take responsibility of grabbing the pencil, and the other hand, he made his index finger stand in front of him.
[ Minyaji ] : "Crushing Formation"
There appeared on his finger a black gelatinous and illuminating point at the same time, and with this finger, he began moving it in a spiral manner to draw a spiral shape in the form of a tornado that has the same length of the body of whoever drew it.
Immediately upon his finishing drawing it, the spiral formation launched with speed as if it was a tornado in the direction of the opponent, and causing friction and damage to the red mattress that covers the floor of the hallway as if it is a tool of grinding and shedding.
As soon as it approached from Oshnirai, she managed to distance aside, but seconds before, it rubbed against her arm and her shoulder, leaving wounds and injuries bleeding their blood, the movement of the water taking it as if they are red threads swimming.
As for the spiral tornado, it was about to arrive to Chyohana and Yoriki, and these two latter distanced from its immediate moment as a fast reaction movement, while Minyaji watches the sight with his face submerged in excitement.
[ Minyaji ] : Do not think that you survived from it.
He moved his index finger, and at that, the tornado stopped from advancing, so it returns to its back with the same speed to where his opponent is, and she, the latter, distances from it jumping here and there, and it pursues her without stopping, and its owner moves his finger according to the same movements of the tornado.
Until Oshnirai returned to where she was standing, a stance with all uprightness, and with cold looks from her, she directed her grip to the tornado that returned to follow her, and seconds, the spiral tornado meets with the human grip.
[ Oshnirai ] in her mind : Continuing distancing only will not benefit me, and the solution is getting rid of the danger entirely.
[ Oshnirai ] : "The Iron Fist"
Her hands were enveloped with the metal of black iron, making her hands much bigger than her arm, and then the tornado approached with a very great intensity.
And in a moment, she directed the grip enveloped with the metal to deliver to it a punch that made the tornado distance in a straight line, and the speed made Minyaji suffice only with widening his eyes until the tornado collided with him.
So he obtained his share of injuries, scratches and deep wounds with the blood that flies with the water, and in the same times, the tornado decomposed as a scattered matter to the point of disappearance and vanishing, as if it was not there since minutes.
And her immediate state, Oshnirai launched toward him, preparing her grip, and in a moment, a torrent of punches began pressing on his body to the degree that reached him to be beaten while he is fallen on the ground.
Until she stopped from launching the bullets of punches, which made the body of Minyaji a matter of flesh that was wounded and scratched, piled from the strikes, with some teeth that distanced from their place.
Minyaji began with standing little by little from his fall, and his opponent retreats to the rear, returning to her place.
And whoever finished from adjusting himself, his finger which has the black point on it performed drawing the plus sign in front of him with the same length and width of his body.
[ Oshnirai ] in her mind : I see that he is of those who use the raw Chigi, exactly like the two snails in that same number 01, without merging it with an element of some kind, for that tornadic spiral and what he draws now is not stemming from Chigi that was mixed with a matter or a chosen element.
The state of Minyaji finishing from drawing the plus sign, the sign launched its immediate moment, and the speed of its launch was intense, launching to where the opponent is.
And the latter took a stance of readiness for blocking, and in a moment of collision of the human body with the sign, and the sign itself managed to push Oshnirai as if it is a body heavier than the steel metal, trying to crush and run over the bones of the entrails of the enemy.
And it managed to convey her to where the standing of Chyohana and Yoriki, and in these times, her two enveloped hands fastened in the empty parts of the sign, pressing on it to the point of stopping from the rushing.
And they stopped specifically near her two colleagues, and Oshnirai did not suffice with stopping its attack only, but rather she carried it like a bat, like this it became between her hands, each of the plus sign which became like the bat in her left hand, and the spear in the other hand, as two separate dual weapons.
[ Oshnirai ] in her mind : I will suffice with this sign as a weapon, and leave this spear of mine to relax on my back....
She indeed made the spear stick behind the back, and her state quickened in launching toward the target, and the latter remained standing and smiling.
And while Oshnirai attacked along with the sign, it began in her hand swaying and moving as if it is a mass of jelly, and as an effect of that, Oshnirai stopped from running, focusing her attention to what is in her hand which turned from a solid and crushing thing to a dancing jelly mass.
[ Oshnirai ] : What is the problem of your technique, is it in a state of disturbance or should I not touch it?
He looked at her a sharp look, and his laughter widened more, and with all confidence from him, he placed his hands behind him, holding onto the pencil.
[ Minyaji ] : Hehehe, any shape I shape with this technique, if it is not moving, then it will remain soft like jelly, it must move by itself to solidify, and now it is between your hands merely a useless sign, it is like the cooling fan, whenever it moved, whenever there was a benefit for it and its tool performed its requested work which is the cooling, and whenever its movement decreased to the point of stopping, whenever it returns to be merely a shape for a matter of some kind, devoid of benefit, did you understand now?
[ Oshnirai ] : Then in this case, how will I benefit from it? I believed that I would make it harm you like what I did with the spiral tornado.
[ Oshnirai ] in her mind : The idea here, when I struck that spiral and made it rush on its owner, it was moving by itself, therefore it remained solid and performed what I wanted, while the shape which is in my hand now, because I control it, its solidification is canceled, as if it refuses the subdual, as if it wants freedom, not restriction.... Therefore I will benefit from it by means of....
[ Minyaji ] in his mind : I will exploit the stopping of her attack and her internal thinking, I will return to her the same strikes and punches that she delivered to me.
Minyaji launched running toward her, preparing his left grip, and in the same seconds, his opponent placed the plus sign on the ground.
And as soon as Minyaji was about to jump trying to punch, his opponent struck with her grip the sign until it rushed its moment on him, a return to the operation of running over and crushing.
And indeed it pushed him away like a big rock that was thrown on him, and at the same time, it was decomposing and vanishing as an illuminating black matter wanting to scatter until its speed slowed down.
And in the end, it turned to a melted matter on the body of its owner, and the latter, his feet stopped from the friction.
And the state of disappearance of the black matter, he launched once another time toward her, with leaving the pencil stuck on his back, and his opponent also performed the same matter.
And like this, both of them run toward each other with ferocity, as if each of them is on full readiness to tear the other.
[ Minyaji ] : I am determined this time indeed on turning your body to a matter of blue masses of flesh from the bruises and injuries.
[ Oshnirai ] : Come, and this is the final round, the last chance for you.
[ Minyaji ] in his mind : Because of the restrictions that the master Ehawan placed, it was not in my capability to use any technique with the necessary force, otherwise I would have left destructive traces like what I perform usually, but it was incumbent upon me to lighten its strength so that I do not destroy something or get stuck with the owner of the ship.
After these seconds, the two opponents collided, delivering to each other violent and fast physical strikes, their grips like missiles trying to penetrate the bodies of each other.
And Oshnirai was once obtaining a few strikes, but she returns them with a torrent of another strikes, until Minyaji jumped above her and ran over her with his feet, and she was not delayed in standing from her place, and returned to rush on him with a mass of strikes, so once on his neck and another in his stomach.
But without wasting any moment, he the other sends his strikes which became colliding multiple times with her grips.
[ Oshnirai ] : Do you know something? You were not using your pencil in the requested manner or with the necessary force or method, because it appeared to me that it is stronger than that, so is the reason for the bad use of it or weakening it intentionally your anxiety of causing damage to this ship?
[ Minyaji ] : With all honesty and realism, what I presented is my maximum degrees in my use for it approximately, and its real owner alone is who excels at using it with its full strength and in the correct method, for as you said, it is indeed stronger than what you saw, and in the end, this pencil which is a weapon and a technique in the same moment, I have borrowed it from a friend of mine, no more, meaning in the end, it is not my property.
[ Oshnirai ] : Borrowed it? This is a proof that you do not excel at choosing your own weapon, so you take the tools of others, it was upon you at least to bring a pencil like it special to you, but since it is not a weapon only but a technique in origin, then I understand you, it is fine, friends can lend school tools to each other.
Minyaji retreated in a fast moment, pulled the pencil, and returned to carry it in the rifle method, but with directing the head of the eraser.
And immediately, Oshnirai launched to him, and what her grip toward him, he raised the pencil in front of her, and performed moving it up and down, right and left with a very great speed.
But before the stopping, the strike of his opponent collided in his face, making him retreat by a distance of a meter, placing his hand on his face.
And in these times, Oshnirai looked to her hand, for it to become clear that large parts of the metal that was enveloping it disappeared large parts of it, and there was nothing except a remnant stuck in points of the hand and the fingers.