A completely normal day [P,NK]

So it was a completely normal day in Tengakure. No midget body builders were attempting to give explosive messages to the Tenkage. No S-Rank missing-nin were blowing the Tenkage out of his office and killing an Anbu for his sharingan. No Academy Students were getting poked in the head by lightning blades. No doors were being kicked down. All in all, it had been a pretty chill day. So that was why Takeo was sitting on a bench relaxing. His arms were behind his back and his legs were stretched out in front of him. The boy was wearing some casual clothing. A white shirt with light grey pants, along with the usual garb he wore. It had been a few days since the bandages around his head had been removed. It felt quite strange being able to look at things with two eyes again. Perhaps he had gotten used to having to look out from one eye over the course of the healing. He recalled the first time he had removed the bandages, his eyes were quite the contrast to eachother. The left eye was a dark black, housing the Sharingan, while the other was a milky white, the Byakugan. Both eyes were at their most basic level right now, something which he planned to rectify at some point.

After a few minutes or so Takeo jumped up from the bench and strolled on over to one of the training buildings, because he wanted to train and shit.

It was a completely boring day in Tengakure. No people were knocking others out to steal their dojutsu. No strangers were showing up at the gates, offering to sell their bloodline. No homicidal maniacs were teleporting into a house to kill two specific occupants for no reason after deciding to making peace with the village. No people were dying of heart attacks for no apparent reason other then associating with Haru. Which was, honestly, boring. Haru needed something to do. He needed some action. He needed to pick a fight.
 
Naturally, his sense of honor and chivalry and stuff prevented him from simply beating random people up in the streets, so instead, he searched for someone to fight. Searching the city with his byakugan active, he spotted Takeo sitting on a bench. Perfect. He felt a rematch was in order, anyways. He made his way through the streets to where the boy was sitting, holding a hand up to gesture for him to approach.

”Takeo. I want a rematch.” He would say simply, leaving out the bit about him being simply the closest person he could find. He would stand there, waiting for the boy to say if he accepted or denied.

So Takeo was just about to jump up and go for a stroll when something stopped him. His eyes moved over to the boy who talked to him, recognising the voice almost immediately. A rematch? Takeo took a look at his non-existent schedule within his own mind. He had time. "Hm, sure." Was all he said to the boy in return, before he skipped off all dandily and shit. Except he didn't skip, because he was a man. Instead he just casually strolled on off to a place where they could spar or something. His walk was a manly walk. As he walked he took notice of the people staring at him in awe at his manliness. 'Damn...I'm manly.' Was one of the few things he thought of as he did his manly walk towards the training grounds, or towers, or somewhere where a spar could take place.

Haru would note of Takeo’s incredibly manly walk, staring in awe as he strode to the place they would be fighting. He would shake in his boots, terrified at the thought of facing such a man’s man, for surely there was no hope of winning a battle against someone with such a manly walk. Haru would kneel down, begging for his life to be spared. Or rather, he would have done all of that, if everyone interpreted the world in the same way he did. Instead, he would stifle a laugh at the thought that such a walk was likely compensation for something. Haru would walk towards his own position, five meters from Takeo’s place, wherever the heck that was. A field, or something. Yeah, they walked to a field.
 

Without much ceremony, he would turn to face his foe, wondering if he should work on pulling a bone from either of his wrists, seeing as they were much more effective then his hidden blades were in this situation. Nah, he wanted to go unarmed in this situation, at least for now. He would just wait to see what his opponent did to decide if he needed a weapon or not. Haru would stop thinking just to stretch the word count for awhile, deciding he should probably focus on the fight now. With that, he would begin, closing the distance between them quickly, aiming a punch with his left fist at Takeo’s protruding gut. That guy needed to do a push up every once in awhile.

Takeo's incredibly masculine walk came to an end as he arrived at the destination, a field of some sort it seemed. Pure vague manip luck had brought him here. So he turned and faced the soon to be foe, who he could tell was shaking in fear at his mere presence. It seemed Haru tried to begin to the fight, with a punch aimed towards Takeo's incredibly toned abdomen. In fact they were so toned that if Takeo was not wearing a shirt at this current time, most of the people in the area would be on their knees right now. Yes, Takeo's abs were like that of Hercules. He did not doubt that if he stood here now without clothing, people would faint from the sight of such a manly and awe-inspiring figure. Takeo was pretty sure he could take the hit to the abdomen and come out completely unscathed. However he decided he would rather not mare his beautiful body with those hairy, ape like hands that Haru possessed.

So tapping his left palm, which was gloved, he sort of like activated his armour and shit. The armour appearing on him within moments, sometime before Haru was in striking distance. The armour absorbed the blow easily, and Takeo stood strong. Mostly due to his superior physique, and also probably because of the chakra pooled around his feet. A single tap to his right palm and the seals activated his power increasing further. His right elbow swung forward at a speed of 180, aimed to strike the boy in the side of the cheek if he failed to dodge the attack. If that did happen, he would use the momentum to spin around, his left hand moving down to draw the blade that had been sheathed at his side for a long ass time yet remained un-used. The ninjato was drawn as he would do the 360 no scope slice to the chest of Haru if he didn't dodge it.

Haru’s punch connected just as Takeo decided to be a cheap ass and use his armor like he did before. How annoying. Underneath the skintight armor the boy was wearing, Haru was pretty sure he felt the jiggle of fat created by his punch. Thanks to his sharingan and whatever else he was wearing that boosted his speed, he was able to see Takeo’s elbow coming, ducking under it. Takeo would use that momentum to spin around, presumably to go for another attack. Haru, however, didn’t really like the sound of that.
 

So, as he came up from ducking under the elbow, while Takeo’s back was still turned on him, he would aim a swift kick at the boy’s back with his right foot, activating his chakra enhanced strength at the same time to send Takeo flying forward from the force of the kick. That armor of his would likely protect his soft, flabby body, but it would not prevent him from falling flat on his face into a mud puddle that just happened to be where Takeo would land if the kick was successful.

Takeo felt something pat against his back. It was hard to feel such things through the sheer amount of muscle that Takeo had on his body. It was truly as if Hercules was walking amongst the mortals. So he flew forward a couple of feet, simply because he felt like playing with the boy. His momentum kept him spinning in the air, and he turned to face the boy mid-flight. He touched down softly on his feet, his nice shiny armour being marred only slightly by the mud puddle he gracefully touched down ontop of, because of chakra around his feet. It seemed it was time to step it up a notch. Through years months weeks days of practice he managed to figure out the secret to his ultimate technique. Lightning chakra coursed through his body within moments, it providing a boost to his already superior physical prowess. He took a moment to examine Haru's frail skinny figure before him. He couldn't help but compare the frail boy to himself. Takeo felt sad that the boy was not born with the looks and body of Adonis like he himself was gifted with. So yeah he ran towards the boy and slashed at his chest while going at like 360 speed.

Haru watched with a bit of satisfaction as Takeo fell forward into the mud, trying to pass off the push as intentional by using some bs reason to pretend he had a high enough strength to take that kick without falling onto his face. The boy across from him then proceeded to eat lightning or something to make himself more powerful. Haru saw the lightning coursing through the boy’s body as he took a moment of what could only be hesitation, staring down Haru. Understandable, coming from somebody so insecure about his looks he has to hide his face under a suit of armor every chance he gets. Haru pitied him.
 
Taking advantage of Takeo’s long pause, Haru would prepare himself with two jutsu. First, a tiger seal would be made, which would release energy from his Strength of a Hundred seal, as the boy activated his new technique for the first time. Next, four other hand seals that Den failed to specify would be made, activating Power of a Thousand Shinobi, which should not be confused with Strength of a Hundred Shinobi, which has a similar name, and might confuse Takeo with his tiny little brain if he could somehow read the names of the techniques. Power of a thousand Shinobi would be used for the full hundred percent to double his speed, allowing for him to keep up with Takeo relatively easily.
 

Still, he sort of wanted to see what this jutsu was capable of, so he would take the cut, which would dig into his incredibly well toned abs due to Takeo’s cheating by increasing his speed, spraying blood all over Takeo’s armor, which mixed with the splash of mud. As this was happening, it dawned on Haru that to make a dent, he would probably have to use bones. So, he would extend two bones, one from either of his wrists (About 30 cm in length), and thrust them both forward, the left one aimed at Takeo’s right shoulder, and the right one aimed at Takeo’s left shoulder. As this was happening, Takeo’s ability to redirect the sword to stop him in time was doubtful, as by then it would have passed through Haru, the wound beginning to seal itself shut.

It appeared as if Haru was using some bullshit regeneration thing. Whatever it was, it meant that Takeo could basically go to town without worry. Takeo supposed that it was a good thing. The sword cut it's way through Haru's man boobs and beer belly, though the wounds seemed to regenerate themselves. At this point he thrust his large hairy hands forward once more, and from his wrists bones seemed to be shooting towards him. With no room to dodge there was only one thing for it. Takeo took the hit like a fucking man. This bronzed Adonis like figure that was Takeo stood strong, the bone's being unable to put a dent on his pristine armour that struck fear into the hearts of all the people present. He saw the fear in Haru's sunken in eyes and he smiled, a brilliant and dazzling smile. A smile with a row of gleaming white teeth that shone in the sunlight. In fact, the sun reflected off his teeth through the visor of the helmet. A sharp white like shone in Haru's eyes as a result, effectively blinding the boy as his bones were tanked. It was at this time that Takeo decided to go to town. A kunai found it's way into his free hand, and from there well it could only get worse for poor Haru. As the bones thudded uselessly against his shoulders he swung the ninjato back upwards, cutting the exact same path but in the opposite order across the boy's massive protruding stomach and jiggling man boobs. While that happened Takeo swung down with the kunai, aiming to pierce through the boy's left shoulder with it if he did not move.

(Before you call void on chakra enhanced strength, note that Taijutsu techniques are allowed in addition to a standard boosting technique. In this case, Power of a Thousand is my booster, and Chakra enhanced strength is my taijutsu)

Takeo was unable to dodge the sheer magnificence of Haru’s attack. Perhaps he had underestimated the ridiculous sharpness of his bones, as their cutting power pushed 372, since his chakra enhanced strength was still activated. This was beyond the durability of Takeo's armor. The bones would pierce his armor with relative ease, the thick coat of fat that covered his body proving equally useless in defense against Haru’s incredibly sharp razor blades that were his bones. Assuming Takeo still found a reason to smile about this, thus blinding Haru with the small fragments of tin foil and glass that came from Takeo’s obvious habit of eating whatever he found in the dumpsters, Haru would be immune to the effect thanks to the badass pair of goggles he was wearing. Takeo’s slash with the sword would be ignored, since it was simply traveling across the same wound it already had. The Kunai, however, would be caught with Haru's left, armored hand moving to stop the blade by catching the boy's forearm, his far superior strength made even more obvious as the boy would likely be unable to resist.
 

After piercing clean through Takeo’s shoulders, which were now leaking out blood rapidly, Haru would withdraw his blades, pulling them back out. Takeo would now most likely be on the ground, rolling in agony and splashing about in a pool of his own blood, as the brachial artery in both of his shoulders would be pierced. He would wait to see if the boy would accept this defeat or keep fighting.