[Grand Finale? Maybe] Mirabelle Uzumaki vs Faye Katsuryoku

All Out Fight (Unofficial)
Mid Range
Terrain: Mt. Katsuryoku, where it all started.

I'll be utilizing Mirabelle Uzumaki (Full Powered) in signature, post your bio and lets have some fun.

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Even now, at this moment- I still find it hard to believe we’ve come this far…huh Faye.

A somber, tranquil voice spoke. There she sat, in the middle of a small meadow at the base of the mountain. Mirabelle Uzumaki, the Jinchuriki of Matatabi, former Kage of Sin- and of course, Faye’s best friend. An ocean of orange red hair cascaded down her back, her heterochromic eyes reflecting the world around them. She was calm, having made peace with the world and its changes. She announced her official retirement from active shinobi duties, in favor of raising her family. Many supported her cause, while others argued against it- considering she is one of the most powerful kunochi in the modern era. A fully realized Jinchuriki and of the Uzumaki Clan?

Her gaze didn’t divert just yet, it was fixated on the landscapes normally hidden in the snow, as almost year around this place is damn near a glacier in itself. However spring finally rolled in, and with that- she decided to visit an old friend, former lover but someone she always held deep within her heart. The memories of them spending time together for several months on this very mountain. Faye admittingly fell in love first, but Mirabelle’s own insecurities of other things caused to be a bit oblivious to this fact. It wasn't until her final day on the mountain, she was summoned back to Owatasumi for the Hayabusa’s yearly festive season, and she needed to leave. As the heiress, it was without a doubt her presence was required.

As Faye would come closer, Mirabelle’s posture shifted slightly, as she tilted her head with a smile. She always loved Faye’s innocent look, it was fun to probe at and tease. Her smile slowly faded, turning in a warm but neutral appearance. She knew what was going to come about this meeting, it was yet another fight- but this time to finally decide whom amongst the ladies truly reigned supreme. She however did not wish to rush into things, and would essentially gesture for her to take a seat.

Before we burn this place down to ash, let’s have a chat. Do you remember that day? The day we first met? Or do I have to retell it with facts, you might wanna muddy it with your own biasness.

She quipped, a small laugh escaped her lips. As she did, she raised her hand, as a small ember ignited but it wasn’t for an attack, it was for storytelling. As the flames whisked to life, they resembled a teen Mira and Faye, quickly running and prancing into the fields. She sighed, as the miniature Mirabelle's posture stood upright, as though scolding the very Faye of the past.

You were hard of hearing, ya know that?

(Sutōrīterā no Honō) - Flames of the Storyteller

El Alucard said:

I'll be using Faye

The courtyard buzzed with quiet activity.

Dozens of pinkish-red figures moved across the surfaces of the rebuilt monastery. They looked humanoid but carried the strange quality of something that didn't fully belong to the physical world. Some swept fallen sakura leaves into neat piles along the stone pathways, their movements unhurried and precise. Others climbed the outer walls, placing fresh tiles along the roof with the kind of careful method that something without fatigue could maintain. A small group worked on the eastern wall, smoothing mortar between reinforced stones. Two more moved across the courtyard’s bismuth-veined floor, tracing the seams with a polish that coaxed the metallic threads back to their full iridescent brightness. Above, several figures moved slowly along the highest roof of the monastery, clearing away debris that winter had left in hard-to-reach corners.

Faye stood at the center of it all near the young sakura trees she had planted herself, arms folded loosely, watching. Caution was running around chasing bugs. She felt a quiet satisfaction. Not pride exactly, just a settled feeling of someone who had created something real and was now seeing it cared for.

Then she felt it.

A soul she recognized well, still far below the mountain’s lower slopes, not even close to the bridge yet. Faye’s eyes briefly drifted toward the corridor entrance.

She didn’t move. She didn’t rush. She let her gaze slide to the nearest Genki and spoke softly.

"There’s a guest coming up. Pass it along, nobody touches her."

The figure paused, flickering once to acknowledge her, and that was all.

By the time Mirabelle crossed the bismuth moat and walked through the winding corridor, past the colorful veins in the stone walls, past the layered presence of Genki that clung to the mountain’s interior like a living thing, Faye was already on the courtyard steps, holding a ceramic cup, completely relaxed.

She looked up when Mira stepped into the open sky, and her expression warmed. Caution moved closer as if traumatized by the incoming woman. He hopped onto his usual spot on Faye's shoulder for comfort.

"It's okay Caution." she said "You actually came." she continued.

Not surprised, not putting on a show of surprise, just warm, as if she was glad the thought had come to life.

She stood, placing her cup down on the step behind her.

"Come on. Before you say anything, let me show you around."

She guided Mira through it all without hurrying. The eastern wall that she had reinforced the first winter, the stones heavier and better seated than anything that had been there before. The upper mouth of the corridor where the Genki presence was strongest, layered and watchful in a way invisible to anyone else but felt in other ways, a certain weight in the air and a faint unease that was hard to explain. The bismuth veins that ran deep within the mountain and surfaced here along the courtyard floor, shifting color depending on the light and hour, the rooms and facilities. She mentioned the trees last, touching the bark of the nearest sakura briefly as she spoke about planting them in the first season after the reconstruction finished. There was no act to it, just someone who had put real effort into something and wanted it to be seen the right way.

They returned to the courtyard steps. Faye settled in again, watching Mira take in the entire scene.

Then Mira skipped past all of it. Straight to the memory, straight to the fight. No what did you do to this place, no how have you been, Faye. Just nostalgia and the promise of burning down something she had worked so hard to fix.

Faye stayed quiet for a moment.

Her eyes moved to the sakura trees, then back to Mira.

"...You didn’t even ask about the trees."

Not quite an accusation, but not nothing either. A small dry edge, there and gone in an instant, before her expression relaxed back into something unfazed. Faye stood, smoothing the front of her clothes.

"And we are absolutely not fighting up here."

"If you want to do this, we walk back down." She glanced at Mira with something resembling amusement. "You want to reminisce? You’ve got the whole trip to do it."

She turned toward the corridor entrance, lifting two fingers without looking back. Two of the pinkish-red figures near the eastern wall immediately peeled away from their work, moving toward the corridor mouth and beginning to reshape, their forms stretching and broadening into the shape of a flat platform, steady and level, big enough for both of them with room to spare.

Faye stepped onto it without ceremony and looked back at Mira.

"Come on. There's a clearing not too far from the base of the mountain." (OOC: The meadow you mentioned since I'm guessing that was the initial plan for a battlefield.)

As the platform began its slow descent through the mountain's winding interior, bismuth veins casting their colors across the walls in the dimness, she settled in, arms crossed loosely, and turned her gaze forward.

"So. Please help me recall me our first meeting." A brief pause. "With facts, as you put it."

The ghost of a smile appeared. Small. Warm. She was listening.

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Mirabelle’s eyes glistened earnestly, her smile slowly faded. As she clenched her palm shut, the flames snuffed out into a silent sizzle, as she lowered her head. She harboured something within her mind, but she needed to select her words carefully. Her emerald and sapphire eyes then gazed into the world beyond. Beyond huh? She thought. With deep thought, she turned to her and with a somber tone she shifted the topic.

Haha, that’s…history alright. However, I have some things that need to be said, Faye. I do apologize, you’ve taken so much time and effort it seems to redo this long lost relic, it’s almost as if I wasn’t somewhere I called home for several months. The Sakura Trees, remind me of what I love about you the most, physically at least. What caught my attention first, once upon a time…

She said, her finger circling in the grass. The mountainous air did bring back a level of nostalgia, the angsty duo running through the snow playing tag, finding warm firewood, and Mirabelle telling Faye some rather exaggerated stories, but she seemed so into them, it was almost hard for not to believe them. Her lips curled, as though resisting to tell her what’s going on.

Faye…this might be the last time you ever get to see me…forever…

She said, a bombshell dropping. She would have waited for her response before she continued, allowing her a moment to gather her thoughts. She started as tears began to flow, but she needed to be strong, stronger now than ever.

Take a seat, please? This...might take ya off the ground haha.