Re: Just a spar [Closed].
The peace didn't last long.
It had been calm for only a moment, reminding me of the day that Asuma died, that very moment when time stopped for me. All I had heard was the rain, falling ominously.
Every drop, every second...they said that when death is near, it is only then that you can see everything more clearly. Each and every detail, the quiet footsteps as one struggled over sanity.
I felt my chakra being manipulated, overcome by a foreign one, whipping up some dangerous move that was no doubt coming. Seconds later, my predictions were confirmed as a violent tornado appeared before me, gathering within it the water from the rain and my opponent's own wind. (Because it is only short to mid range, it does not affect me, but merely cover up the distance and blocks our vision from one another.)
The clouds were beginning to be scattered, rendering my jutsu useless, but I also realized at this moment, my opponent could not see me.
I immediately gave directions to my clones, guiding them silently, yet strictly. I knew the movements. I could see them connecting so many times like my old Shogi games with Asuma. The goal was the king.
It was always the king.
One clone began dashing from the right of me, holding within his hands several shurikens. I watched him slowly fade into nonexistence as he began running in a wide arc around the form of the island. His footsteps were quiet, and well calculated.
As the tornado faded away, I saw my opponent forming several new handseals. I could see his lips moving from where I was...
"Clones...how annoying." His words were short, but distinct.
I allowed myself a tiny smile, almost comparing the battlefield to a mere game of Shogi. Outplaying opponents were the exact level of delight I found every time I beat Asuma.
It lasted just a moment, but was simple, yet deliberate.
The wind began to gather once more. I heard it this time, rather than felt it. It was even more violent now, it's sharp resonance beating against the air, and the handsigns finished to become something familiar. A wide net of wind was now rushing at me, scraping and slicing against one another.
Despite being awfully cold from the rain, I had no choice but to recall the feeling of warmth, gathering my chakra to swiftly counter the wind rushing at me. The power built within me as I formed a single handsign (horse), then just as the net came close to mid-long range, I expelled it all at once. (You took five handseals, I took one. Your jutsu also took time to travel.)
It easily overcame the wind, swallowing it up like a water flowing into a deep cliff, then continued onward to my opponent. I squinted my eyes at the brilliance of the fire, a major contrast to the gloomy rain that had been there only seconds ago. It easily overwhelmed the island, traveling in a huge wall towards my unknown enemy.
My invisible clone followed the fire, just on the borders of it, making sure he was safe, yet undetected. (He is running directly behind the fire, and because he was invisible before the tornado cleared away, your antlion jutsu would be unable to catch him due to the fact that it was aimed directly at my spot and he already had a running start.)
However, I realized my opponent had tied this jutsu with another one as the earth began rumbling. Moments later, things began swirling around me, and I realized what my opponent had done.
Before I could be completely sucked in, I focused energy within me, releasing it in a violent, yet swift burst into the ground.
The lightning cut deliberately through the moving earth, and it stopped, leaving my two clones and I to crawl out of it. I dusted my shirt off, sighing.
This battle was really beginning to take its toll on me.