Never Talk About It [solo, nk]

Flinglass was sitting in his room a few days after his untimely visit to that strange arena in the middle of nowhere. Well, judging by the lumps and bumps in the road on their way there, it was probably in Kumo, and was probably underground, possibly in an old abandoned mining system that had been there from time immemorial. Now, that was interesting. What was it even called, anyway? Well, now that he had his rest, he supposed he could try and do some research. Stepping outside, he went to investigate. Now, it was time to put his moderately weak powers of observation to work. Now, while he had been dragged along in that box, he had smelt the precise smell of old potatoes and onion soup, which was served from only one particular charity shelter on the West side of town. So, Flinglass began to make his way over there, vaulting over fences and dashing through alleyways on his way there. Now, if remembered correctly.... take a left turn, then a right. Well, that was most certainly odd. The only way to go from there was down into the maintenance tunnels. Well, he would have to get a map first, as that was most certainly a maze for him. 

He retraced his steps, and came to the library, where he created a copy of the tunnels map that they conveniently happened to have on store. Making his way back to the entrance to the tunnels, he went down, and started navigating through the dimly lit tunnels. His charge sense helped him out a little bit here, and he was grateful for that. With it, he noticed rats scurrying around hit feet, and quickened his pace slightly. He didn't want his toes to be eaten today, thank you very much. Taking a left turn, he stumbled across a scrawling on the wall. "THIS WAY TO THE CLUB", it said. What club? He hoped he was going the right way... 

Sooner or later, after much bumbling around underneath the city, he found his way to a door. "Fight Club", the sign said. Oh, so the club WAS the arena. How interesting, it wasn't something he would have expected every day. He was about to go in, but was stopped by some tough guy. "RULE NUMBER ONE OF FIGHT CLUB! YA DO NOT TALK ABOUT FIGHT CLUB!" 

Flinglass smirked. "No shit." He waved his hand, and about fifteen lightning senbon hit the man, paralyzing him and allowing Flinglass to pass through. He walked into the arena lobby, and took a competitor card. Lucky number thirteen, huh. Well, he hoped that this would bring him and auspicious victory. Sitting down on the challengers' bench, he took a nap until the announcer blasted his number through the loudspeakers. "NUMBER 13, vs. NUMBER 7!!!" Whoa, how symbolic. Luck vs. Luck, no doubt. This particular set was also probably chosen to appease the crowd. Well, off he went, to do or die. Hopefully not die, that would be bad.

He stepped out onto the familiar sand of Fight Club. Yes.... it was time to begin. It looked like he was facing against someone different today, a slightly less muscular dude. "FIGHT BEGIN!" The voice boomed out. Immediately, the guy used an earth jutsu to launch a rock at him. So, doton, huh? Easy enough. He dodged, and ran toward's the guy. Judging by his size, Flinglass could probably take him out with one hit. As he did so, the boy tossed a bigger boulder. Whoa! That one was almost impossible to dodge. What would he do? 

Flinglass grinned, glad to have met an opponent of such strength and prowess. He blinked, and the invisible sphere of lightning shot up beyond the rock, and he was pulled through space-time to the bullet, just inches above the boulder. This took the other boy completely by surprise, so now Flinglass had the advantage. He leapt down, and struck the kid to the ground with his foot, then unleashed a full storm of senbon into the kid's back, clinching his own victory. Yes! He had won yet another fight. He received a good amount of applause, and was then allowed to leave. 

"So.... the first rule of fight club is that you never talk about it. I guess that's why I've never heard about this." He headed home. By this time, the sun was already setting. Flinglass supposed that was what happened when a person was having so much fun beneath the ground. He had enough of that dreadful club for the week. He supposed he could used it for training from this point on.... that would be optimal, as he would actually have real people to fight against rather than training dummies. Flinglass took a shower and then slept. 

[TWC 800, requesting

-4 stats
- 8 JP
- total of 3100 WC for next element]

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