Grrrr (P, Inv only, Draco and Kalsu)

By this time the paper master had made 7 more perfect cards and one more card made for battle, making the total of his deck come to 39 cards.

Draco would watch as the clones would change their style of fighting from uselessly fighting the ground with their fists and to taking out mirrors, from their back pockets right before they hit the ground and exploded into water. As they were doing that Draco would keep an eye on the real Kalsu and his actions. Thankfully since Draco had already started to dodge the clones initial explosion once they hit the ground him nor his cards would have gotten wet from the blast, and would either way run towards the first rock that he could use to jump to get to Kalsu's location.

Since the clones only threw the mirrors to Draco when he finally landed from dodging the initial explosion that would be created from the two clones, they would be throwing the mirrors to him a few moments before the clones would hit the ground, making it impossible to get another projectile and throw it at Draco in time. The moment that the four mirrors would be thrown Draco would instantly use four of his paper cards (the ones that would be created in battle) and launch each one of them at the four mirrors, moving at their max speed. Given the speed that the paper would reach the mirrors and the distance the latter had to travel the paper and the mirrors would collide at about half the distance the mirrors would initially travel, exploding into the water that the cloned mirrors were made out of. Once the cards and the mirrors collided the latter would instantly explode into water, with the water not having enough force to reach Draco (as there was so little of it inside the mirrors to begin with. There would be no way for the mirrors to succeed in their original goal now, meaning that the clones failed in their task.


Once the mirrors would fail to get Draco wet (if no other actions were made prior to this point) he would still proceed to jump onto the first rock that was needed to get to the top of the rocks where Kalsu was before he jumped down from the rocks. He would continue to jump up the rocks until he reached the top. Getting there while his opponents hidden mist technique began to cloud the area. Draco by this time had memorized the path he needed to take to get to the location, and even the mist from the technique would not be able to cloud these giants formations completely, but if by chance they did Draco would know just how much force he needed to do to get from one rock to another, reaching the top as fast as his speed stat would carry him. Once he reached the top of the rocks, if no other actions were taken, he would just stand there and wait for some sort of response from his opponent. As he was at the top of the rocks and the hidden mist that would be created was at the bottom the mist's range would be just below Draco's position on the battlefield, meaning that he would still have clear vision of his surroundings once the boy reached the top of the rocks.

Now was not the time for Draco to be idly thinking about the past or who he thinks that he is better than this person for being there. Now was the time for him to think of a strategy that he needed to do and his morals where he thinks that he has to make sure that he makes a deck full of 52 cards before he uses them in combat. Although he doesn't want to use them in combat at this battle he knows how useless all of his cards really are. He knows that with time his cards will not be as powerful as the cards that he will make after this time. He knows that one day when he is king of the world that his cards then will be better than the cards that he uses now, and that right now his deck that he is trying to make is a trivial idea. He should know better than to allow his opponent to get any sort of advantage. No matter he made a goal that he wants to set and whatever happens he will make sure that goal becomes a reality.

[3560, 35 cards now plus the four that are hopefully used=39 cards made this battle.]

Since the clones first target was Draco's last position, which was 5 feet away from the rock tower it would only make sense for them to land there when they hit the ground. With that being said the clones position when they throw the mirrors would be 4 feet away from the tower, and 3 feet away from Draco's new position. The clones also being moments away from hitting the ground at this point, which is roughly about 2 meters from the ground. This making the mirrors hit there marks in a matter of seconds, exploding into water upon impact just as they had planed, this soaking both Draco and his precious cards. If Draco sends fourth his cards as he plans, they hit the mirrors a mere foot and a half from himself, this ruining his cards on contact and sending the left over water that was in side of the mirrors toward Draco himself, soaking him and his cards with water any way.


But if Draco is still able to find some how some way to dodge the water, and the clones fail in their plan to get rid of the cards then Kalsu continues with his back up plan, which is him and his clones jumping backwards off the rock tower, free falling toward the ground. The order of the jump being Kalsu's clone, Kalsu and then finally Kalsu's other clone. The clone that is going to reach the ground first turns his body mid air to face toward Kalsu and the other water clone, after doing so the clone opens his mouth letting water pour out of it, similar to that of a water faucet, this is soon followed by a rather disturbing gurgling sound from the clone.


The clone then points his right hand up sticking it into the puked up water, after doing this the clone begins to expel chakra from his arm into the water forming the liquid into a sphere like shape around both Kalsu and the remaining water clone. The clone using the water prison jutsu to a accomplish this, although the water prison is usually meant to be used on the user opponent to trap them, it can also be used as a shield to protect the user or someone else, which is exactly what the clone uses it for. Soon after using this jutsu the first water clone meets its tragic demise, smashing into the ground below and exploding in a splash of water, upon impact with the ground the water prison jutsu is canceled, leaving Kalsu and his water clone to drop to the ground, the fall only being that of 1 foot from the ground below, so the two land on the ground safely. Due to the noble sacrifice of water clone number one, who saved his master and follow clone, the water prison slowing their fall and reducing the force of it to that of a small foot drop. This clone will surely be missed and remembered for all time for his selfless and heroic deed, good bye water clone number one, we will miss you.

Kalsu and his last clone safely land on their feet due to the heroic and selfless act of their friend the first water clone, their beings however are blocked from view from Draco by the rocky pillar so weather or not they lived or died is a mystery to Draco. "How could he ..." Kalsu says in a whispered voice far too quiet it for anyone too hear, as a single tear runs down his face "HOW DARE HE!" Kalsu screams in a fit of rage completely forgetting the fact that it was he himself who jumped off the rock pillar and controlled the clone to act in that way.

Acting in pure rage Kalsu makes a few quick hand signs using his hidden mist jutsu. If Kalsu is not interrupted a thick mist quickly forms from the water surrounding him proceeding to fill an area 25 meters around him, this obstructing his opponents sight even more leaving him almost helpless to any attacks that might take place upon him. After finishing his jutsu Kalsu runs around the rock pillar and toward where his opponents last known where abouts are. As Kalsu runs however he is looking around for where Draco might be, using his clans special dojutsu to see through the mist. If Draco goes through with his plan on trying to climb to the top of the rock towers, Kalsu would see it. Kalsu himself followed by his clone act accordingly by jumping up the rocks after Draco if he does indeed take this path.

Draco was ready for all of this to finally be over with so that he could move on with doing other things that he needed to do so that someday he could destroy the hidden skyscraper village. There was no more need to keep this thing going on any longer then it needed to. Besides, with all of this time that has passed he has been spurting out cards left and right from his body, using this time to train to make more cards to destroy his opponent with. Now while the two ninja were doing there rabble the card master Draco Yunmei was able to pop out 17 more cards to add to his collection. Making him, Draco, have a grand total of 52 cards in his possession to make himself a perfect deck. Now that that was created he was no ready to finish this and all that he needed to do make sure that he won this battle. When the ninja clones of his opponent threw the mirrors he did not realize just how close the mirrors were, but no matter they would still not get the cards wet. Nor would the clones when they fell to the ground get the cards wet either. The mirror that was aimed for his face was the one that took the most priority when he launched the four cards out into Kalsu four mirrors. HE found that the one that he had just made in battle was the closet to him and would be launched into the mirror, meaning that card would not get anywhere near close to his face as the card and the mirror would meet, exploding, but putting water onto the man’s face, though almost impossible, if not impossible for the man at the top of the room to know what was going on or if his opponent had just gotten wet. The other three mirrors were intercepted by the other three cards that he had launched to them, meaning that the cards would collide with the mirrors before they got anywhere close to having their exploding water hit the cards, and if they did even get close by mere happenstance then the cloned mirrors got destroyed Draco would just move the cards even more to the right and the to the left to make sure that they stayed inside his range of manipulation but out of the range of the mirrors, that would still get Draco wet on his side because they would be close enough to do that. If the goal for the kid (though draco did not know what was the goal of this silly kid) was to finally get the one card master wet then he did so, but he did not get anywhere close to getting to his deck before it was made. Although he did get the card master wet no other harmful actions would have occurred from him doing that, still he would be able to create cards without any hassle of them getting wet nor were any of his pockets that held any valuables, such as the walkie talkie, wet either. Meaning that although the kid finally got the card master wet, in battle, or at least this battle there was nothing harmful that came from it.



Draco would still proceed to the top of the rock platforms as planned by his previous intentions, but instead of continuing to allow the cards to roam free around him like they have been able to for the last several minutes of fighting he would manipulate his deck to go into one of the card master’s back pockets, one that was not wet from the previous encounter, (not saying that any of his pockets are wet, just saying that he is putting them in one that is not wet.) and allowing following what a deck would like begin to passively indent each one of his cards with the proper markings needed for them to make a proper deck. With that happening right now it would mean that by the time the boy would reach the first platform of the group of rocks that would lead to the prior location of the boy he would have created the indents for all of the cards to become a deck in the order that they would be in if they had just come out of a box. Draco did not know exactly where these card games came from and who else really played them, all that he knew is that sometime a long time ago people paid money for people to make cards for them to play with them (or at least that the history that the six year old knew about the cards), but in the few years that the boy was on this land (meaning the six years since the day that he was born) he has memorized the exact lengths, dimensions and order of each one of the cards that would be in the deck. He would know just how long the diamonds were and just how many Centimeters are in between each club in the five card of that suit. He could do it like it was math, understanding that took a lot of time to memorize, but his true art when creating a deck was in the royals of the deck. The King, the Queen, the Jack, and the ace were always his prized possessions when it came to his cards. When the boy would learn to develop jutsu that would be like the cards that would be made in his deck he would either name them after the colors of the decks that he would want to make or he would make jutsu that have the names of the great royals of the suits. That is true art.



But no, this kid that that is here fighting the card master clearly did not understand this art, or at least that is what the young boy thought when the currently thought about him now that that he had made his deck. From the moment that the boy tried to get him wet, as that is all that the boy seemed to want to do with his time right now, he has just tried to get Draco and his cards wet too as his goal for this fight, as though getting him wet was the goal of the fight or something. Although he succeeded in half of his goal done he has not gotten his deck wet now that this created.



HE does not understand what it means to be a card master. I know the game. I know how to use the cards I have to turn them from being the fun loving child’s play to the great weapons of destruction that I know that they can all become. I know that this boy only has water. What is water anyway? It is just a collection of pathetic molecules that have no real talent to be shaped into anything. That is not art. I have art! He is just somebody that does not appreciate the art that I have. That’s it, he knows nothing of my art of the cards. Does he not understand all of the work that I put into each one of my creations? HE clearly doesn’t, he doesn’t deserve to be used by this deck, never, only the people that appreciate my art can use them to their advantage, and all he wants to do is destroy them. Look at this place, there is just so much water here, but wait a second, what is that thing over there?



Right before the boy was about to go over to the platform’s to get up to the top he noticed something that was over into the distance, about 30 meters way from the platforms. From the position that he was at the right now it was shiny and had some lights, it looked like a glass case, and was way more interesting than whatever the boy was doing. If draco was not stopped in any bit he would begin to run at his top speed into the direction of this shiny object, this rectangular prism of lights. Upon further inspection when Draco finally got to the thing he would see that there was a place for the boy to insert Ryo into it, and that inside the glass case was a bunch of treats and goodies that he could by. However the boy could not get them because they were held back by the glass case and some claw looking thing inside the glass case. Below the item of each treat there was a number followed by a ryo amount. What kind of magic is this? How is it run? Does it work where I give it ryo? Draco was puzzled by this thing. He did not know exactly what to think of it, he wanted the things that were inside of there, but he didn’t know what to do! This entire volcano village was just one of the weirdest places in the entire world, there were training pits that were inside a room that had glass roofs, that had rocks that led up to pipes, that had trees that seemed to have been taken out when they were building this place. Now there was a thing that gave him treats but without any way of getting to him. Was this machine just another one of this village’s wayward experiments to make little kids mad? Maybe if the correct sequence was made it would lead to a hidden chamber filled with more goodies? What was the kazankage thinking when he made this place?



[WC: 5176, 17 cards created, full deck, blah blah blah.]

The moment Kalsu's clones hit the ground and erupt in to a shower of water Kalsu jumps forth off the rocky tower just as he planned to do prior, although Kalsu does not have a way to know one hundred percent that the clones have failed in their mission or not, he jumps anyway.
The boy assumes that they have failed due to the simple reason that he has not heard his foe Draco shout, and cry like a baby over his precious deck of cards that he seemingly holds so dear.
The rest of Kalsu's move goes through as planned, his clever use of the water clones and the valiant self sacrificial act of the water prison to save his life and that of his second clone, and Kalsu using the Hidden Mist Jutsu out of rage from losing his courageous "friend", the first water clone.
Following the use of the Hidden Mist Jutsu, Kalsu and his water clone begin running through the mist towards what they believe is Draco's position, Kalsu's rage and the heat of the area effecting his mental judgement as he views what he believes to be Draco running towards the exit of the training pit, as if he is trying to escape after the murder of his closest and most trusted ally, the first water clone.
"As soon as I catch you, I am going to put your ass in the shredder!" the boy yells towards the hallucination, the boy gritting his teeth and growing as he runs forth out of the training pit, the hidden mist jutsu fading from the training pit leaving that of Draco alone to marvel the machine.

He can not let him get away with this, no, he will not let him get away, no one messes with his friends and gets away with it!
Even if it is not today, or tomorrow, or even a year from now, he will take something just as precious from him.
Kalsu now gets an idea, his cards, yes that will be the best place to start, the slips of paper he safe guarded during their entire spar he will enjoy ripping them to pieces before setting them on fire in a raging inferno as he makes the paper boy watch helplessly as he takes what he cherishes most, then and only then will the death of his friend be truly avenged, the legendary water amalgamation that gave up its life for his, it will be avenged!
Glaring forward Kalsu and his clone continue to run, the hallucination of Draco always seeming to be just a tad faster than him which is the only thing keeping him safe from his wrath, the more he runs the more the air cools him, the training pit having the heat increased due to the lava surrounding it to aid in endurance, the outside a considerable amount cooler, this causing the boys body temperature to lower back to normal as his vision slowly returns to normal, the image of Draco fading from the boys sight.
Growling he looks around, the boy still angered after the loss of his friend, and now he thinks that he must of been chasing a clone of some sort this entire time, tiling his head back he yells to the air, "Damn it, I'll get you!"
Looking around him he views he is at the village gate, the boy truly running a long distance away from the training pit, and to tell the truth he fully does not know how to even get back to them.
Kalsu disperses his second clone as he crosses his arms mumbling to himself as he begins walking through the village, looking around he tries to find something that looks familiar and that he can use as a land marker of some sort to find his way back to the training pits to beat this son of a bitches ass.
The more he walks, the more he sees how much of a hellish place volcano is, streetlamps have corpses hung by their organs, the stomach ripped open and the intestines wrapped around the neck and then the pole, most likely traitors left to suffer, or at least Kalsu would assume due to not knowing the kage fully and how these are most likely average civilians like himself that were boring to him.
After walking for some time Kalsu sighs, he is fully lost, taking a seat on a bench he looks around debating on where to go next, he now just debates on going home and calling it a day, only problem with that is he has to find it first, the boy now standing and back tracking his steps to find his way back to the village gates.
Looking around the boy now walks straight down the center isle of the village, counting the buildings to remember where it is he is staying in the village, it is still foreign to him and the boy not yet fully adjusting and knowing where everything is, he questions why he came to Volcano during his walk towards home, there is no damn water here so he is basically powerless, something he will have to fix later on, he got lucky in his prior encounter that there was in fact a water pipe in the area, that was the only reason he was able to do the things he did, otherwise the stupid paper boy most likely would of beat him, a thought that disgusts the boy and causes him to let out an annoyed growl over.
The boy in time reaches the door of the house he is currently staying in, it is a small house that is slightly run down, although it is a shit hole it is better than nothing, it is a bed and a roof over his head from the rainy nights, that is all he really cares about.
Going within the boy shuts the door after he does, he walks to his bed and with a yawn falls back on it, his eyes closing as he drifts off to sleep


(Exit 5298 words 26 stats, 52 JP. )

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Draco finally gets to the machine that has held so much wonder and joy for him for some time. After a few more minutes of looking at the machine he becomes less interested in the complexities of it and gets his head back into the game of trying to get that boy. In the heat of the battle Draco would realize that his opponent was nowhere to be seen, realizing that the boy was probably so scared of Draco's power that he decided to run away like a little girl that he is. After a few more moments he took out his cards and looked at all of them one by one. Shame that he could not use them. With that he would then throw them into the puddle of water that was on the ground. Having no more use for them he would laugh as the boy did not get his cards wet, walking back to his home for some rest for his genin exam in the coming weeks. He threw his cards away because although they were his own creations he knew that his cards would be useless after time when the time comes for him to actually get into a battle that actually meant something. These cards will just playthings, and tomorrow when he was stronger and a better ninja he knew that he would makes ones that were even better than these.


[54-something, 27 stats, 54 JP]

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