I'm Samuru, I'm better than you! [P]

Samuru's eyes grow even colder as the events progress, her arms come up and grip the small amount of fabric around his neck, the connector for his cape as she attempts to push forward.  As she pushes forward, Samuru does not move, his body tightens itself as his raw strength keeps him in place as he listens to her words if she still continues to speak them.  "You think I have shit laid out for me? Are you fucking stupid?!  Your the one that got to live in Asgard because you were fathers little princess that he knew could not handle it out here,  I was the one that was thrown to the dogs when I was Three!"  Samuru's teeth grind against one another after the conclusion of his words, his right hand moving as if a blur moves between them, gripping her left wrist, his left hand doing the same unless she lets go.  Samuru takes a single step back and if not stopped grabbing her wrists at his full speed, begins to squeeze them, his strength having her feel as if her wrists are in a vice, his words now follow as he continues to squeezed until his following command is obeyed.  "I suggest you let go of me before I put you through this wall.." Samuru's tone has dropped, it is not loud yelling at her, it is a quiet rage of sorts, one that is every bit more deadly. If she does release his collar, he releases her wrists with a slight push, this enough to push her against the wall, his form turning to the left, the boy beginning to walk towards the door.

"You walk out this room brother, you're nothing but a coward!" She yells at him her voice is not only shaking from anger but hoarse. She is no princess, she's not this weak little thing she can hold her own, "If you think I'm daddies little princess then you turn around and fight me." She call out a spar, she's ready to say goodbye to this weak little position she's in. She tears of her sea shell necklace that she was going to give her brother and throws it at him, the thing is too small to do any real harm, but if her doesn't catch it, it would shatter on the floor. "I'm sick of being me Samuru...Being nothing, what I've always been, to Hatsuka, Mother, Father. The only thing I have to be proud of is my bloodline...other than that...I am of no worth to this world! That's why I wanted to leave! I was sick of being princess Ashie!" Breaking her sobbing stance into that of the gentle fist she would concentrate her chakra into the palms of her hands. "Hatsuka would be second to you anyway, then Otsune could be an advisor, but what does that leave Ashie? Dog meat? Some offering to marry off to some pig?" Ashie has been reading scrolls again. This planet is so different and Ashie doesn't want to be fourth place anymore.

Samuru stops in his advance, he was going to leave so he did not put her in the hospital, but her words are if they are begging for it to happen.  He turns a full one eighty to his right, the necklace noted flying towards him, Samuru's right hand flickers upwards catching it, crushing it in his grasp with minimal effort, little does he know the emotional attachment that it was meant for him.  "You really want to fight? You seen how well that turned out when both of you were against me, I could defeat you blind and with no arms,  you did not see me use the fucking demon then did you?!"  his tone raises near the end but the boy tries to calm himself, he hears her next words, they give a little insight to the situation, but do not give an excuse.  "Then if your tired of feeling that way, get off your ass and change it!  Here, you want a shot at being number one? Then fucking take it!"  With this Samuru extends his arms outwards, two meters between them with Ashie standing just beside the entrance to the kitchen, with it to her back to the wall, and the opening to her left, Samuru towards her right only one foot from the door facing her.

As soon as he crushes the bracelet Ashie going blind and deaf, Her anger rising from deep within her as her thoughts completely over tone her brother's words, 'He doesn't appreciate you Ashie, you can do it Ashie, just one palm to the heart, that's enough to kill someone...~' Ashie shakes her head wiping away the tears before her eyes lose their happy glimmer now it's just rage left behind, something stone cold, nothing like the lovable Ashie everyone knew. 'I refuse to kill my brother...but I cannot let this go unpunished.' Before she moves she wipes her opposite eye and goes back into her stance before speaking softly, "That was your birthday present you asshole." She finishes before she final moves forward her first palm aiming at his stomach, unless her brother can dodge or stop the attack her palm would strike his stomach where she can see a major chakra point that supplies chakra to the other areas as well, if she stops that point all chakra will be disabled from her brother's use, not permenantly of course.

Samuru watches her advance, his arms remain extended as he lets her take her shot, he hears her words however with her mentioning how it was a gift for him that he just destroyed, Samuru instead of feeling bad, responds in a more over heartless way. "Well ya gave it to me, so since it is mine I can do what I want with it!" Samuru watches her palm come forwards, he neglects to look for chakra within her palm for last time he checked, she could not even use their mothers art, so he figures if he couldn't, then she still couldn't. This however, is proven wrong when her palm makes contact with his stomach, a sharp pain is felt from the impact of the chakra needle piercing through his skin, and into his chakra network. Samuru grits his teeth a bit, she has gotten a little better it seems, but no matter. His right leg raises swiftly, his knee coming to his chest only to kick forward aiming for her stomach with the bottom of his shoe, if impact is made, which it is most likely assured with the speed he is using, the girl is sent flying across the room and into the stairs, a good amount of force was used but not enough to break her, but truly show her the power he has been holding back. Samuru smirks at her if she indeed does go down on the steps, "Wanna try again or did I just put you down with one kick?" his tone full of arrogance at this point, he knows he is better, and he will use as little actions and powers as possible to prove how little he needs to show her up.

Ashie only able to see a certain amount with her eyes now, cannot react in time for the kick she goes back and braces herself so she doesn't hit her head or neck on the bottom step of the stairs. Grunting in pain when she lands she tries to keep her breath calm as she pushes herself back onto her feet again. Glaring at her brother she tries to think carefully, she could try something else. "Shut up!" She's getting frustrated, she needs to predict his moves now, she needs to tread carefully. She goes in again using a fake out punch with her right hand and even if her brother blocks her hand that's what it was meant for, if not blocked it stops about a couple inches away and her hand would turn and go to grab his wrist and she would take her pointer finger and middle finger of her left hand and focus the chakra there to jab it into his arms main chakra point. If her brother doesn't stop it he would lose yet another chakra center.

Samuru's lips curl into a smirk as he watches her go down, even if she is family, Samuru has been shown first hand, that family bonds are not eternal, he learned that when he killed his aunts parents without remorse.  If she wants to speak up like she is on his level, then Samuru will treat her like such, no point in holding back against his little sister as if he does, she will claim he is weak, no he will make sure she knows what he is capable of when not using his fathers gift.  It is truly ironic that the beast he sealed inside Samuru that was to be used to protect the family, is the cause for a war between siblings.

Samuru stands his ground, he sees her coming at him with his flawless visual perception, her fist comes at him and his left hand goes to stop it, catching it in his palm, his hand squeezing her fist nearly to the point of shattering the hand entirely.  His eyes however note her following up with her left hand to attempt a strike on him, her fingers making mothers old positions that Samuru has tried to study, but it seems this girl has mastered, or at least learned to an extent, curious how she takes after her mother, and Samuru their father.  Samuru's right hand now shoots forward catching her opposing hand at the wrist that she is now using to attempt her strike, his speed easily surpassing hers.  If all goes as he wishes, he holds both he arms captive, one by the wrist and one my the fist, Samuru releasing with a pushing gesture of his arms as with his strength she is sent stumbling back three feet if she does not recover in some form.  Whilst she stumbles back, Samuru now goes on the offensive, his form blurring forward, his right arm drawing back and into a fist as he moves at top speed, his right arm thrusting forward for a punch but changes at the last moment, opening wide to grab her face if not stopped, this having him step back her right side and slam her head down bringing her to the blood as he crouches upon his right knee holding her there.  "Your slow,  I doubt even with your imperfect eyes you cannot even see me." Samuru glares down towards her, his eyes looking into hers through the gaps in his fingers, the girls feeble two tomoe no match for his third.

Feeling him grab her wrists she lets out a yell of pain as he almost shatters her fist, getting frustrated at the fact that he's too fast. Feeling him push her back she gasps and ctches her balence enough to stay on her feet trying not to fall she looses concentration and gasps barely seeing his approach and grab her head, closing her eyes she would expect him to  throw her. Until she feels ehr head impact the ground. Feeling this her eyes would roll back for a moment as she can feel warm liquid beneath he side of her head. She can't beleive he would her her like this, he truly is a coward, he would kill his sister before coming to his senses, her eyes would come back and she would glare at her brother trying to push against him but with the serious loss of blood due to blunt force, her body feels numb, 'I need more power...more! I'm almost there, almost can beat him..if I just had More. Power.' With her glare her eyes start to spin and another black tomoe begins to slowly form in the masutaai.

(request for the activation of the Third Tomoe Masutaai)

Approved of Activation

Samuru's smirk becomes a bit more twisted, the cloak of the Kyuubi not manifestation, but the malice amplifying his own anger, the boy losing himself to the influence more and more, this mixing with his arrogance only to amplify it. Whilst Samuru holds her head he looks down at her still, noting the change in her eyes, "Well what do we have here? Well now we can see if your worth a damn with your perfect eyes!" With this Samuru lets go of her head and stands up, stepping into the doorway of the kitchen and putting two feet between them. "Come on, get up! You bitched about not being number one, so come and take the spot!" The boy edges her on further, his arrogance causing it, the amplified arrogance making him want to truly prove how little her power is in comparison to his, and how he does not need the Kyuubi his father sealed within him, how he never needed it!