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This one’s pretty short, too. It should be a pretty interesting read. I think Ide’s abilities are rather contradictory, given her peaceful personality*_* lol Anyways, enjoy
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Chapter 029: House of Wax
Wasting no time, Inoka leapt over the railing and proceeded towards her designated starting position, meanwhile her opponent Ide decided to take the long route and use the staircase. Before she could leave, though, she felt Irezumi’s hand brushing against her shoulder, causing her to turn around. They locked eyes for a moment, and Irezumi nodded his head as a sign of good luck, a gesture which Ide smiled before returning. After this brief exchange, she resumed her advance towards the arena. Once she was standing across from Inoka, B raised his hand to begin the match.
B: Alright! If both of y’all are ready, …begin!
Right away, Inoka formed the seal for her clan’s signature technique and aligned it with Ide’s head, much to the piquing curiosity of her opponent, who didn’t move a muscle in retaliation.
Inoka: Ninja Art: Mind Transfer Jutsu!
Though the technique’s mechanisms were invisible to the eyes to their spectators, they all knew that it worked, because Inoka’s body fell limp in the next second. Ide, on the other hand, had still yet to move once during these first few seconds of the match, leading many to believe that she had already fallen prey to Inoka’s jutsu.
Chōzen: Well? Did she get her?
Irezumi: (Having grown up alongside Ide, he chuckled in response to Chōzen’s question.) Hmhmhmhm, …nope.
Almost immediately, the color in Ide’s flesh and clothes began to fade away, leaving only a creamy whiteness in their wake.
Shikaru: What the heck is that!?
Kenji: (Smiling, he proceeded to answer Shikaru’s question.) That’s Ide’s artistic specialty. …Wax.
As he spoke, a wide array of fissures began appearing across what was once believed to be Ide’s back, which eventually ruptured as the real Ide emerged from within, completely unaffected by her opponent’s previously cast jutsu. Simultaneously, Inoka’s subconscious finally returned to her lifeless body, and she slowly returned to her feet in a daze.
Inoka: Ooohh…what the heck just happened?
As she regained her vision, Ide took the time to form a few hands signs. Once this was done, she craned her neck and looked down at the floor as a thick waxy substance began secreting from between her lips, much to the shock – and disgust – of many spectators.
Inoka: Ugh, I think I’m gonna be sick!
Irezumi: (Finding amusement in this, he turned to Shikaru to voice his opinion.) Hmhmhm, hard to believe she’s such a well-mannered person, isn’t it?
Shikaru: (He managed a reply, though he was much more occupied watching this nauseating spectacle take place.) Uhhh, …yyeeeaaahhh.
As Ide carried on, the piles of wax at her feet slowly began to take form and color, eventually shaping three exact copies of the pink-clad kunoichi, which immediately took off after Inoka. Sensing the imminent danger, she leapt back several feet and pulled out two kunai.
Inoka: Take THIS!!
Her weapons connected after being thrown, but neither clone that they hit showed even the slightest loss in momentum.
Inoka: What!?
She retreated back even farther, to the point where she was only inches from the wall, and pulled out a handful of shuriken to throw at her advancing enemy. This time, she successfully managed to halt the progress of one of the clones, which quickly lost all pigmentation before dissolving into a puddle of liquid wax. The other two, however, were still hot on her trail and closing in fast, much to her irritation.
Inoka: Alright, if THAT’S the way you want to play!!
Clenching her fist, she reached out and attacked one of the two clones, hitting it directly in the center of its chest. No sooner after she sunk her hand into it, though, did the clone’s color begin fading away and it ceased any and all movement from that point on. Believing its threat to be neutralized, Inoka tried retracting her fist, only to find that she could not.
Inoka: Huh!? (What the…I can’t move my hand!)
As she desperately struggled to break free, the second clone wrapped itself around her other arm before following the same procedure, leaving both of her arms completely ensnared. As she continued to struggle, the real Ide began walking over to her. As she did, she bent down in front of the puddle that was once her third clone to pick up the kunai Inoka had previously thrown at it, which she proceeded to hold up against its previous owner’s neck.
Ide: Now then, if you don’t mind, Inoka, would you please forfeit the match? …I’d rather not have to resort to using this on you.
She continued to smile as these sinister words passed through her lips, much to Inoka’s fear and aggravation. As Airon cackled furiously on the opposite end of the balcony, Shikaru also found it difficult hide his amusement.
Shikaru: Gotta admit, I like her style.
Irezumi: (He nodded in agreement as he chuckled softly to himself.) Hmhmhmhm, she’s certainly something else, isn’t she?
As the commentary from their audience persisted, Ide continued to inch her kunai ever closer to Inoka’s neck as the latter feverishly continued her attempts to break free. It wasn’t until the small blade began rubbing against her neck that Inoka finally cried out in forfeit.
Inoka: Rrrrgh, alright then, fine! FINE!! I give up!
B: (Smiling upon hearing these words, he announced the results of the match.) Hm, the winner is Ide Fujita!
The match now over, Ide retracted the kunai and dropped it on the ground at her feet before walking away, while her clones slowly began to dissolve into puddles of wax which, much to Inoka’s relief, slid right off of her skin. On the upper levels, Ide slowly walked back to rejoin her teammates, who were all pleased with her almost effortless victory.
Sai: Excellent work, Ide.
Ide: Thank you, Sensei.
Irezumi: (Smiling, he rested his hand on her shoulder as she walked back over to join them beside the railing.) Hmhm, that’s our girl.
Kenji: Hehe, you sure showed her.
Ide: (Modest as ever, she giggled softly as she waved off their words of appraisal.) Guys, stop it.
Meanwhile, Inoka returned to the balcony and walked past them, having already returned to her usual aggravated persona. Her first measure of business was to swing her now mobile arms at Shikaru and Chōzen’s heads, the former managing to duck beforehand while the latter wasn’t so lucky.
Inoka: Don’t say a word!
Shikaru: Wasn’t planning to.
Chōzen: (Now wishing that Inoka had been sent to the infirmary, he rubbed the spot on his head where she hit him.) Jeez, quit jumping to conclusions, Inoka!
B: Alright, let’s go ahead and get on with this next match!
Once again, the large monitor lit up in the corner of the spacious room as two rows of yellow letters appeared across it and began flashing profusely. They continued to do this for ten seconds before finally stopping.
B: The next match-up is Shikaru Nara and Yatsuri!
Shikaru: (Seeing this golden opportunity, he quickly took advantage of it.) In that case, she beat the living tar outta you, Inoka!
Leaping over the railing before Inoka could retaliate, he just narrowly evaded her outstretched arm as he plummeted to the arena below, much to her fury.
Inoka: SHIKARUUU!!
Ide moves on, but who will be the next to do so – the Leaf’s newest master strategist or the Sand’s next great puppet master!!?
The End
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Chapter 029: House of Wax
Wasting no time, Inoka leapt over the railing and proceeded towards her designated starting position, meanwhile her opponent Ide decided to take the long route and use the staircase. Before she could leave, though, she felt Irezumi’s hand brushing against her shoulder, causing her to turn around. They locked eyes for a moment, and Irezumi nodded his head as a sign of good luck, a gesture which Ide smiled before returning. After this brief exchange, she resumed her advance towards the arena. Once she was standing across from Inoka, B raised his hand to begin the match.
B: Alright! If both of y’all are ready, …begin!
Right away, Inoka formed the seal for her clan’s signature technique and aligned it with Ide’s head, much to the piquing curiosity of her opponent, who didn’t move a muscle in retaliation.
Inoka: Ninja Art: Mind Transfer Jutsu!
Though the technique’s mechanisms were invisible to the eyes to their spectators, they all knew that it worked, because Inoka’s body fell limp in the next second. Ide, on the other hand, had still yet to move once during these first few seconds of the match, leading many to believe that she had already fallen prey to Inoka’s jutsu.
Chōzen: Well? Did she get her?
Irezumi: (Having grown up alongside Ide, he chuckled in response to Chōzen’s question.) Hmhmhmhm, …nope.
Almost immediately, the color in Ide’s flesh and clothes began to fade away, leaving only a creamy whiteness in their wake.
Shikaru: What the heck is that!?
Kenji: (Smiling, he proceeded to answer Shikaru’s question.) That’s Ide’s artistic specialty. …Wax.
As he spoke, a wide array of fissures began appearing across what was once believed to be Ide’s back, which eventually ruptured as the real Ide emerged from within, completely unaffected by her opponent’s previously cast jutsu. Simultaneously, Inoka’s subconscious finally returned to her lifeless body, and she slowly returned to her feet in a daze.
Inoka: Ooohh…what the heck just happened?
As she regained her vision, Ide took the time to form a few hands signs. Once this was done, she craned her neck and looked down at the floor as a thick waxy substance began secreting from between her lips, much to the shock – and disgust – of many spectators.
Inoka: Ugh, I think I’m gonna be sick!
Irezumi: (Finding amusement in this, he turned to Shikaru to voice his opinion.) Hmhmhm, hard to believe she’s such a well-mannered person, isn’t it?
Shikaru: (He managed a reply, though he was much more occupied watching this nauseating spectacle take place.) Uhhh, …yyeeeaaahhh.
As Ide carried on, the piles of wax at her feet slowly began to take form and color, eventually shaping three exact copies of the pink-clad kunoichi, which immediately took off after Inoka. Sensing the imminent danger, she leapt back several feet and pulled out two kunai.
Inoka: Take THIS!!
Her weapons connected after being thrown, but neither clone that they hit showed even the slightest loss in momentum.
Inoka: What!?
She retreated back even farther, to the point where she was only inches from the wall, and pulled out a handful of shuriken to throw at her advancing enemy. This time, she successfully managed to halt the progress of one of the clones, which quickly lost all pigmentation before dissolving into a puddle of liquid wax. The other two, however, were still hot on her trail and closing in fast, much to her irritation.
Inoka: Alright, if THAT’S the way you want to play!!
Clenching her fist, she reached out and attacked one of the two clones, hitting it directly in the center of its chest. No sooner after she sunk her hand into it, though, did the clone’s color begin fading away and it ceased any and all movement from that point on. Believing its threat to be neutralized, Inoka tried retracting her fist, only to find that she could not.
Inoka: Huh!? (What the…I can’t move my hand!)
As she desperately struggled to break free, the second clone wrapped itself around her other arm before following the same procedure, leaving both of her arms completely ensnared. As she continued to struggle, the real Ide began walking over to her. As she did, she bent down in front of the puddle that was once her third clone to pick up the kunai Inoka had previously thrown at it, which she proceeded to hold up against its previous owner’s neck.
Ide: Now then, if you don’t mind, Inoka, would you please forfeit the match? …I’d rather not have to resort to using this on you.
She continued to smile as these sinister words passed through her lips, much to Inoka’s fear and aggravation. As Airon cackled furiously on the opposite end of the balcony, Shikaru also found it difficult hide his amusement.
Shikaru: Gotta admit, I like her style.
Irezumi: (He nodded in agreement as he chuckled softly to himself.) Hmhmhmhm, she’s certainly something else, isn’t she?
As the commentary from their audience persisted, Ide continued to inch her kunai ever closer to Inoka’s neck as the latter feverishly continued her attempts to break free. It wasn’t until the small blade began rubbing against her neck that Inoka finally cried out in forfeit.
Inoka: Rrrrgh, alright then, fine! FINE!! I give up!
B: (Smiling upon hearing these words, he announced the results of the match.) Hm, the winner is Ide Fujita!
The match now over, Ide retracted the kunai and dropped it on the ground at her feet before walking away, while her clones slowly began to dissolve into puddles of wax which, much to Inoka’s relief, slid right off of her skin. On the upper levels, Ide slowly walked back to rejoin her teammates, who were all pleased with her almost effortless victory.
Sai: Excellent work, Ide.
Ide: Thank you, Sensei.
Irezumi: (Smiling, he rested his hand on her shoulder as she walked back over to join them beside the railing.) Hmhm, that’s our girl.
Kenji: Hehe, you sure showed her.
Ide: (Modest as ever, she giggled softly as she waved off their words of appraisal.) Guys, stop it.
Meanwhile, Inoka returned to the balcony and walked past them, having already returned to her usual aggravated persona. Her first measure of business was to swing her now mobile arms at Shikaru and Chōzen’s heads, the former managing to duck beforehand while the latter wasn’t so lucky.
Inoka: Don’t say a word!
Shikaru: Wasn’t planning to.
Chōzen: (Now wishing that Inoka had been sent to the infirmary, he rubbed the spot on his head where she hit him.) Jeez, quit jumping to conclusions, Inoka!
B: Alright, let’s go ahead and get on with this next match!
Once again, the large monitor lit up in the corner of the spacious room as two rows of yellow letters appeared across it and began flashing profusely. They continued to do this for ten seconds before finally stopping.
B: The next match-up is Shikaru Nara and Yatsuri!
Shikaru: (Seeing this golden opportunity, he quickly took advantage of it.) In that case, she beat the living tar outta you, Inoka!
Leaping over the railing before Inoka could retaliate, he just narrowly evaded her outstretched arm as he plummeted to the arena below, much to her fury.
Inoka: SHIKARUUU!!
Ide moves on, but who will be the next to do so – the Leaf’s newest master strategist or the Sand’s next great puppet master!!?
The End
