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Yeah, this should go without saying once you read the chapter’s title, but presume nothing upon reading this, cause this is just a FRACTION of how much I trolled these two characters. XD Anyways, please enjoy
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Chapter 022: A Taste of Their Power
The clashing of metal between the two lasted nearly five minutes, the entire duration of which Airon remained on the offensive, unable to bypass Manako’s lightning-quick reflexes. Of course, Manako hardly had the upper hand in this bout, forced to defend at all times against Airon’s almost equally impressive speed, unable to keep an offensive assault going for more than a few seconds before the tables shifted back in his rival’s favor. To those who didn’t know the two well enough, this was an astounding showcase of speed, reflex, and swordplay that most shinobi could only dream of achieving. To the seven genin that were watching, however, this was almost too boring to watch.
Katsuto: What the heck is this?
Akame: They’ve been using nothing but their swords this entire time. Manako’s Sharingan isn’t even activated right now. (…Why are they both holding back?)
Catching wind of their offhand complaints, the two duelists brought their bout to a halt almost immediately. Standing there silent for a moment, they quickly began putting away their swords.
Airon: You’re thinking it, too, huh?
Manako: It would appear so.
Airon: (Throwing back the hood draped over his head, he let the black overcoat fall past his shoulders and to his feet, revealing the plain, white sweater beneath it.) Hmhmhmhm, well then, …let’s kick things up a notch.
Reaching into one of the pouches around his waist, he pulled out two black gloves and quickly put them on, closing his fists as he secured the straps to remove any creases. Once he was finished, Airon assumed his fighting stance and motioned to Manako to come at him, something the latter didn’t hesitate to do. Dodging the first punch with relative ease, the multitude of fists and feet that followed approached at a much faster pace, forcing Airon to block them one after another using his palms.
When he had grown tired of this, Airon immediately dropped to the ground, extending his leg out in an effort to trip Manako, an effort easily foiled with a simple somersault. Upon returning to the ground, though, he found himself in the same scenario he had placed Airon in not even a second before, this dance of theirs eventually making its way towards the tree line. Being stronger than Manako was, Airon’s attacks proved much more effective than those he himself was forced to block, but his rival’s superior reflexes made it much easier for him to evade them altogether. Nonetheless, Airon was in control by this point and it wasn’t long before he had Manako backed against a tree, forcing the latter to duck to avoid an upcoming punch which nearly leveled said tree. Pulling out a kunai in the next moment, Airon retreated back several yards to avoid being impaled by it, prompting Manako to stash it away again and return to his feet. He quickly took note of the speed of Airon’s movements, as well as the amount of chakra he was using, before looking up at him with a smirk pressed against his face.
Manako: You’re still holding back.
Airon: Hmhmhm, it took you this long to figure out?
Manako: Hmph, so what happened to needing to let off some steam?
Airon: What? You’re not bored, are you, Manako?
Manako: …Out of my mind.
Airon: …Hmhm, well, if that’s the case, …then stop holding back yourself.
It wasn’t really that hard to figure out. The two had been rivals since before their days in the Academy, and friends even further back than that, so it was painfully obvious to one when the other wasn’t using their full strength. Airon was hoping to end this after only a few minutes and continue on towards the tower, but he greatly underestimated – or perhaps, forgot – just how much fun battling Manako was, for both of them. Taking a moment to build up their chakra, to the point where it began emitting around them in swirls, the two flashed cold looks at one another before vanishing from sight, much to Inase’s distress and the enthusiasm of everyone else.
Katsuto: (Hmph, now this is more like it.)
Inase: (Ah, jeez. …We’re never making it to the tower in time now.)
Returning to their audience’s view once more, kunai now in hand, the two quickly revealed multiple shuriken in the opposite hand. Manako threw his first, following shortly by Airon, each one thrown by the latter colliding with one thrown by the former. Before the small chucks of metal could even touch the ground, they were face-to-face, every thrust they made with their kunai knocked astray by that of the other. Seeing that this was going nowhere, they retreated back and began forming hand signs, Manako completing his first.
Manako: Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!
The subsequent breath of air was followed by a sea of scorching embers, emitting from between his lips at an amazing rate. Hardly fazed by this potentially fatal attack, Airon unleashed his own jutsu to counteract it.
Airon: Water Style: Raging Waves!
Just as flames emerged from Manako’s mouth, so too did a sea of water from Airon’s, producing an enormous cloud of steam as these natural enemies collided. With the help of their respective dōjutsu, Akame, Katsuto, and Inase continued to watch the brilliant display of taijutsu taking place within the mist, while Kei and Team Suzaku were left completely blind to what was happening. By the time it finally cleared, the two opponents had drawn their swords once again and returned to the swordplay which they started the match with. Before the blades could clash, however, Airon moved his own out of the line of impact, quickly maneuvering behind Manako as a small, blue sphere began to materialize in his left hand.
Airon: (I’ve got you now, Manako.) Rasengan!
Manako: (Right behind Airon as always, he quickly began building up chakra in his left hand until the point where it became visible, the sheer amount of power it contained giving off an all-too familiar sound.) (Hmph, don’t be so sure of yourself, Airon.) Chidori!
The moment the infamous techniques collided, the two genin were consumed by a large explosion of energy, one which nearly absorbed their spectating comrades, as well. Surprisingly, though, the astonishment that illuminated their faces was hardly visible, evidence that they had seen greater spectacles from these two in the past. Sure enough, when the two emerged from the cloud of dust, the damage to their bodies was minimal at the most, a clear indication of their amazing endurance. Weapons still in hand, the two held their swords out in front of them, their cold eyes locked onto one another. They stood there frozen for the longest time, as though neither of them had any desire to attack first, until finally, they returned the blades to their sheaths and walked forward to form the Seal of Reconciliation, smirking at one another as they did.
Kei: Hey, Airon! Are we done here!?
Turning around to gaze at his brother, who was not the only one eager to see this fight be done and over with, Airon looked back at Manako before ending the seal and walking over to grab his overcoat, which was still lying on the ground.
Airon: Sure looks that way.
Inase: Okay, good! Cause you’ve just wasted fifteen minutes of our time on a fight you didn’t even finish! And now we’ve got about five minutes to reach the tower with over TWO kilometers left!
Their initial goal having long since slipped his mind, this sudden reminder caused Airon’s eyes to double in size. Without further delay, he ran over to his overcoat and threw it back on, his hurried pace costing him several seconds as he attempted to fit his arms through the sleeves. Once again, his mutual familiarization with Manako’s thought pattern took hold of his logic, leaving him no other choice but to ensure him that this battle was on only a temporary hold.
Airon: Manako, we’ll settle this in the finals!
Manako: (Noticing the single drop of sweat running down Airon’s cheek, he decided he might take this opportunity to toy around with him.) You’re awfully quick to run away, Airon!
Airon: (Far too focused on his own foolishness to take note of Manako’s motives, his retort was somewhat harsh in nature.) Rrrrgh, can it! …I swear, Manako, I’m gonna bring you to your knees next time we meet on the-
Inase: Airon! Let’s go!
Airon: Cool it, little sister! I’m done!
Straightening his overcoat once he had successfully put it on, he threw the hood over his head as he always did and made off after his teammates, who had already left without him, knowing full well that he could easily catch up to them. Seeing him off as he took to the tree line once again, Manako smiled in amusement before deactivating his Sharingan, no longer requiring its insight.
Manako: (I’m gonna hold you to that promise, Airon, …and make sure to pay you in kind when that time comes.)
Their battle is saved for another day – the record is still in sight, but time is now running out!!!
The End
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Chapter 022: A Taste of Their Power
The clashing of metal between the two lasted nearly five minutes, the entire duration of which Airon remained on the offensive, unable to bypass Manako’s lightning-quick reflexes. Of course, Manako hardly had the upper hand in this bout, forced to defend at all times against Airon’s almost equally impressive speed, unable to keep an offensive assault going for more than a few seconds before the tables shifted back in his rival’s favor. To those who didn’t know the two well enough, this was an astounding showcase of speed, reflex, and swordplay that most shinobi could only dream of achieving. To the seven genin that were watching, however, this was almost too boring to watch.
Katsuto: What the heck is this?
Akame: They’ve been using nothing but their swords this entire time. Manako’s Sharingan isn’t even activated right now. (…Why are they both holding back?)
Catching wind of their offhand complaints, the two duelists brought their bout to a halt almost immediately. Standing there silent for a moment, they quickly began putting away their swords.
Airon: You’re thinking it, too, huh?
Manako: It would appear so.
Airon: (Throwing back the hood draped over his head, he let the black overcoat fall past his shoulders and to his feet, revealing the plain, white sweater beneath it.) Hmhmhmhm, well then, …let’s kick things up a notch.
Reaching into one of the pouches around his waist, he pulled out two black gloves and quickly put them on, closing his fists as he secured the straps to remove any creases. Once he was finished, Airon assumed his fighting stance and motioned to Manako to come at him, something the latter didn’t hesitate to do. Dodging the first punch with relative ease, the multitude of fists and feet that followed approached at a much faster pace, forcing Airon to block them one after another using his palms.
When he had grown tired of this, Airon immediately dropped to the ground, extending his leg out in an effort to trip Manako, an effort easily foiled with a simple somersault. Upon returning to the ground, though, he found himself in the same scenario he had placed Airon in not even a second before, this dance of theirs eventually making its way towards the tree line. Being stronger than Manako was, Airon’s attacks proved much more effective than those he himself was forced to block, but his rival’s superior reflexes made it much easier for him to evade them altogether. Nonetheless, Airon was in control by this point and it wasn’t long before he had Manako backed against a tree, forcing the latter to duck to avoid an upcoming punch which nearly leveled said tree. Pulling out a kunai in the next moment, Airon retreated back several yards to avoid being impaled by it, prompting Manako to stash it away again and return to his feet. He quickly took note of the speed of Airon’s movements, as well as the amount of chakra he was using, before looking up at him with a smirk pressed against his face.
Manako: You’re still holding back.
Airon: Hmhmhm, it took you this long to figure out?
Manako: Hmph, so what happened to needing to let off some steam?
Airon: What? You’re not bored, are you, Manako?
Manako: …Out of my mind.
Airon: …Hmhm, well, if that’s the case, …then stop holding back yourself.
It wasn’t really that hard to figure out. The two had been rivals since before their days in the Academy, and friends even further back than that, so it was painfully obvious to one when the other wasn’t using their full strength. Airon was hoping to end this after only a few minutes and continue on towards the tower, but he greatly underestimated – or perhaps, forgot – just how much fun battling Manako was, for both of them. Taking a moment to build up their chakra, to the point where it began emitting around them in swirls, the two flashed cold looks at one another before vanishing from sight, much to Inase’s distress and the enthusiasm of everyone else.
Katsuto: (Hmph, now this is more like it.)
Inase: (Ah, jeez. …We’re never making it to the tower in time now.)
Returning to their audience’s view once more, kunai now in hand, the two quickly revealed multiple shuriken in the opposite hand. Manako threw his first, following shortly by Airon, each one thrown by the latter colliding with one thrown by the former. Before the small chucks of metal could even touch the ground, they were face-to-face, every thrust they made with their kunai knocked astray by that of the other. Seeing that this was going nowhere, they retreated back and began forming hand signs, Manako completing his first.
Manako: Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!
The subsequent breath of air was followed by a sea of scorching embers, emitting from between his lips at an amazing rate. Hardly fazed by this potentially fatal attack, Airon unleashed his own jutsu to counteract it.
Airon: Water Style: Raging Waves!
Just as flames emerged from Manako’s mouth, so too did a sea of water from Airon’s, producing an enormous cloud of steam as these natural enemies collided. With the help of their respective dōjutsu, Akame, Katsuto, and Inase continued to watch the brilliant display of taijutsu taking place within the mist, while Kei and Team Suzaku were left completely blind to what was happening. By the time it finally cleared, the two opponents had drawn their swords once again and returned to the swordplay which they started the match with. Before the blades could clash, however, Airon moved his own out of the line of impact, quickly maneuvering behind Manako as a small, blue sphere began to materialize in his left hand.
Airon: (I’ve got you now, Manako.) Rasengan!
Manako: (Right behind Airon as always, he quickly began building up chakra in his left hand until the point where it became visible, the sheer amount of power it contained giving off an all-too familiar sound.) (Hmph, don’t be so sure of yourself, Airon.) Chidori!
The moment the infamous techniques collided, the two genin were consumed by a large explosion of energy, one which nearly absorbed their spectating comrades, as well. Surprisingly, though, the astonishment that illuminated their faces was hardly visible, evidence that they had seen greater spectacles from these two in the past. Sure enough, when the two emerged from the cloud of dust, the damage to their bodies was minimal at the most, a clear indication of their amazing endurance. Weapons still in hand, the two held their swords out in front of them, their cold eyes locked onto one another. They stood there frozen for the longest time, as though neither of them had any desire to attack first, until finally, they returned the blades to their sheaths and walked forward to form the Seal of Reconciliation, smirking at one another as they did.
Kei: Hey, Airon! Are we done here!?
Turning around to gaze at his brother, who was not the only one eager to see this fight be done and over with, Airon looked back at Manako before ending the seal and walking over to grab his overcoat, which was still lying on the ground.
Airon: Sure looks that way.
Inase: Okay, good! Cause you’ve just wasted fifteen minutes of our time on a fight you didn’t even finish! And now we’ve got about five minutes to reach the tower with over TWO kilometers left!
Their initial goal having long since slipped his mind, this sudden reminder caused Airon’s eyes to double in size. Without further delay, he ran over to his overcoat and threw it back on, his hurried pace costing him several seconds as he attempted to fit his arms through the sleeves. Once again, his mutual familiarization with Manako’s thought pattern took hold of his logic, leaving him no other choice but to ensure him that this battle was on only a temporary hold.
Airon: Manako, we’ll settle this in the finals!
Manako: (Noticing the single drop of sweat running down Airon’s cheek, he decided he might take this opportunity to toy around with him.) You’re awfully quick to run away, Airon!
Airon: (Far too focused on his own foolishness to take note of Manako’s motives, his retort was somewhat harsh in nature.) Rrrrgh, can it! …I swear, Manako, I’m gonna bring you to your knees next time we meet on the-
Inase: Airon! Let’s go!
Airon: Cool it, little sister! I’m done!
Straightening his overcoat once he had successfully put it on, he threw the hood over his head as he always did and made off after his teammates, who had already left without him, knowing full well that he could easily catch up to them. Seeing him off as he took to the tree line once again, Manako smiled in amusement before deactivating his Sharingan, no longer requiring its insight.
Manako: (I’m gonna hold you to that promise, Airon, …and make sure to pay you in kind when that time comes.)
Their battle is saved for another day – the record is still in sight, but time is now running out!!!
The End
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