[Grand Finale? Maybe] Mirabelle Uzumaki vs Faye Katsuryoku

[Mirai 🥈]

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

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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

Spoiler

Type: Supplementary/Offensive
Rank: D
Range: Short
Chakra: 10
Damage: N/A (20)
Description: A relatively small ability often used out of combat. Flames of the Storyteller (FotS) allows the user to abruptly release marvelous flames from varying body parts such as hand and quickly shape those flames to animate miniatures of a moving object, animal or the likes for storytelling purposes. Those flames do not harm the user as they are made by his/her chakra. The flames can also be shaped into text to convey messages that either seem to combust out of someplace from the user's body, appear hovering around the user, or burned into a solid, such as ground to leave a message behind. This is not only restricted to text, it could also be symbols or plain art. Burning a scroll or warming up objects is also a feasible task with this technique. FotS also has offensive applications by solidifying fire-natured chakra from one's body to create a simple, humble-sized object to protrude from the user's body, such as spikes of hand length.

 

[El Alucard]

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.

 

[Mirai 🥈]

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.

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.

 

[El Alucard]

Spring had finally taken over the meadow. Behind them, Mount Katsuryoku stood in quiet silence, its upper reaches still crowned with streaks of lingering white, while the monastery rested far beyond sight. It was peaceful, almost painfully so. Faye remained seated across from Mirabelle, one knee drawn slightly upward, absentmindedly turning a blade of grass between her fingers as she listened.

"You don't have to apologize." Her voice was soft. "I wanted this place to feel alive again."

Her gaze drifted for only a moment toward the mountain behind them before returning to Mirabelle.

"It wasn't about rebuilding ruins..." A faint smile found its way onto her face. "...It was about making sure that, if someone ever came back...they'd still have somewhere that felt like home."

The compliment about the sakura trees lingered longer than she expected. It drew the smallest hint of color to her cheeks, accompanied by a quiet, almost embarrassed smile. A smile that didn't last long because...

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

Faye's smile vanished. Not abruptly, quietly. As though it had simply forgotten how to exist. She considered if she needed to feel what would come next. This was very reminiscent of their breakup... sorta...

The wind continued through the meadow, stirring loose strands of hair across her face. She didn't brush them away. Her eyes searched Mirabelle's. Not for deception, for certainty. Because she knew her. Mirabelle wasn't someone who exaggerated, not like this. She didn't throw words like forever around carelessly.

Silence settled between them. Long enough that the birds became noticeable again. Long enough for the weight of the sentence to sink in.

"I- ... ... ... hmm."

Barely above a whisper. A slow breath escaped her. Faye shifted forward, resting her forearms loosely across her knee, never once breaking eye contact.

"What happened?"

There was no panic in her voice. Only concern.

"...Tell me everything and don't leave anything out."

 

[Mirai 🥈]

Spring had finally taken over the meadow. Behind them, Mount Katsuryoku stood in quiet silence, its upper reaches still crowned with streaks of lingering white, while the monastery rested far beyond sight. It was peaceful, almost painfully so. Faye remained seated across from Mirabelle, one knee drawn slightly upward, absentmindedly turning a blade of grass between her fingers as she listened.

"You don't have to apologize." Her voice was soft. "I wanted this place to feel alive again."

Her gaze drifted for only a moment toward the mountain behind them before returning to Mirabelle.

"It wasn't about rebuilding ruins..." A faint smile found its way onto her face. "...It was about making sure that, if someone ever came back...they'd still have somewhere that felt like home."

The compliment about the sakura trees lingered longer than she expected. It drew the smallest hint of color to her cheeks, accompanied by a quiet, almost embarrassed smile. A smile that didn't last long because...

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

Faye's smile vanished. Not abruptly, quietly. As though it had simply forgotten how to exist. She considered if she needed to feel what would come next. This was very reminiscent of their breakup... sorta...

The wind continued through the meadow, stirring loose strands of hair across her face. She didn't brush them away. Her eyes searched Mirabelle's. Not for deception, for certainty. Because she knew her. Mirabelle wasn't someone who exaggerated, not like this. She didn't throw words like forever around carelessly.

Silence settled between them. Long enough that the birds became noticeable again. Long enough for the weight of the sentence to sink in.

"I- ... ... ... hmm."

Barely above a whisper. A slow breath escaped her. Faye shifted forward, resting her forearms loosely across her knee, never once breaking eye contact.

"What happened?"

There was no panic in her voice. Only concern.

"...Tell me everything and don't leave anything out."

Mirabelle’s eyes widened into the distance, as the expanse of the land mirrored within her eyes. She paused her thinking, isolating every moment, thought, feeling and experience provided to her. The moments slid by rather quickly, but in the end- she sighed deeply and began the explanation.

About six months ago, Kingsley and I were approached by a group of researchers. They specialize in anomaly based ventures, looking for talented and powerful shinobi to recruit, sending them into the Rifts that spawned into our world. We weren’t too keen on it at first, but overtime we decided why not. We’ll make some extra money for taking care of the twins, but one thing our research found was that some rifts…weren’t permanent.

She paused for a moment, wondering how to share the next portion of information.

One of the Rift we founded, it led to another world parallel to our own…but something about it was unique. It was a massive expanse of land, stretching for miles and miles away. There was no signs of life, but its nature, water and food simply seemed infinite. We ventured into the rift several times, and with that time- we realized…maybe we can live a life away from all of this.

She said, her eyes starting to well with tears. Her mind remembered it all, the pain, the suffering…her death. She had enough, all she ever wanted now was to be free-yet the Gods continue to somehow intervene in human affairs.

So, we started gathering our own materials, and began building a home within the Rift. We didn’t report this one, we wanted it for ourselves- but we also notice…the rift’s entrance has been weakening. The doorway to that world won't last forever…we’ve estimated we’ve only got about a week left here before its completely sealed off. So…it’s with choice now, my family and I will be moving into the Rift, to raise our children and live out the rest our days, in peace and harmony.

She finally said, a smile on her face. A sad smile.

I can finally truly, attain peace. I have countermeasures in place, of course. We have these, they are marked kunai designed to respond to a specific command and chakra signature. They are linked back to this realm, but Kingsly and I aren't the one's they are registered to...my daughters are the ones.

She announced. She had finally intended this to be the case, a one way ticket for herself but for the children, something entirely different.

Once they are old enough, we'll be sending them back here- to live their lives as they see fit. Once they are 13, we'll send them to go and find their own path in life, whereas Kingsely and I will remain behind- spending the rest of lives together...

 

[El Alucard]

Mirabelle’s eyes widened into the distance, as the expanse of the land mirrored within her eyes. She paused her thinking, isolating every moment, thought, feeling and experience provided to her. The moments slid by rather quickly, but in the end- she sighed deeply and began the explanation.

About six months ago, Kingsley and I were approached by a group of researchers. They specialize in anomaly based ventures, looking for talented and powerful shinobi to recruit, sending them into the Rifts that spawned into our world. We weren’t too keen on it at first, but overtime we decided why not. We’ll make some extra money for taking care of the twins, but one thing our research found was that some rifts…weren’t permanent.

She paused for a moment, wondering how to share the next portion of information.

One of the Rift we founded, it led to another world parallel to our own…but something about it was unique. It was a massive expanse of land, stretching for miles and miles away. There was no signs of life, but its nature, water and food simply seemed infinite. We ventured into the rift several times, and with that time- we realized…maybe we can live a life away from all of this.

She said, her eyes starting to well with tears. Her mind remembered it all, the pain, the suffering…her death. She had enough, all she ever wanted now was to be free-yet the Gods continue to somehow intervene in human affairs.

So, we started gathering our own materials, and began building a home within the Rift. We didn’t report this one, we wanted it for ourselves- but we also notice…the rift’s entrance has been weakening. The doorway to that world won't last forever…we’ve estimated we’ve only got about a week left here before its completely sealed off. So…it’s with choice now, my family and I will be moving into the Rift, to raise our children and live out the rest our days, in peace and harmony.

She finally said, a smile on her face. A sad smile.

I can finally truly, attain peace. I have countermeasures in place, of course. We have these, they are marked kunai designed to respond to a specific command and chakra signature. They are linked back to this realm, but Kingsly and I aren't the one's they are registered to...my daughters are the ones.

She announced. She had finally intended this to be the case, a one way ticket for herself but for the children, something entirely different.

Once they are old enough, we'll be sending them back here- to live their lives as they see fit. Once they are 13, we'll send them to go and find their own path in life, whereas Kingsely and I will remain behind- spending the rest of lives together...

Faye sat quietly for a few moments after Mirabelle finished, her eyes wandering across the meadow. Then a small smile spread across her face.

"So...You found your impossible dream."

She let out a quiet huff of amusement then shook her head.

"Most people find a quiet village. You two decide on an entirely different world."

A soft laugh escaped her.

"And let me guess, Matababy approved the move?"

She tilted her head innocently but barely managed to keep a straight face. Her gaze returned to Mirabelle, the teasing easing into something warmer.

"I'm... genuinely happy for you, Mira. You've spent so much of your life carrying everyone else."

She gestured vaguely around them.

"Villages, people, wars, expectations (most of them your own). It's about time you got to be selfish."

Faye smiled.

"And I mean that as a compliment."

A brief silence settled between them before she sighed dramatically.

"...Though I do have one complaint."

She pointed at Mirabelle.

"You couldn't tell me six months ago? I really had to find out when the countdown was already at one week?"

She clicked her tongue in exaggerated disapproval.

"Terrible planning."

Another small laugh, then she shrugged.

"I'll forgive you...Eventually."

Her expression softened again.

"I am going to miss you." Faye paused "Caution's going to be insufferable."

At the mention of his name, the little hellhound looked up as if offended.

"He finally stopped being terrified of you...Mostly."

Faye smiled at the tiny interruption before looking back at Mirabelle.

"But...I'm glad the last thing I'll remember isn't you running off to another battle."