Loser Pentakills [solo,nk]

It was early morning when Kozata began his training. Like, really early morning. In fact, even though Kozata didn't know it, it was about one in the morning when he hopped out of bed and descended into the outdoors. The air in Kirigakure was cool... even a little chilly. This was a direct result of water's high heat capacity. That is, it was able to absorb a large amount of heat from the air and environment before actually changing temperature. This resulted in seaside places, like Kiri, or misty places (also like Kiri), somewhat cooler than other places. Kozata wondered, however, not at science (he knew almost nothing of that), but at the lack of visibility. It was insane how he couldn't even see the stars through this awful mist, so he made a left turn and went to the training grounds, hoping to find someone friendly. Finding no one there, he decided to begin something boring. The mansion chided him, as of course, boredom was sometimes something he just had to deal with. Kozata ignored the voice as he usually did and focused on something else... doing a good push-up. It seemed hard for him to do an actual, legitimate push-up.
The difficulty was the elbows. Whenever he bent down, he found that his elbows were simply too weak to hold up his weight. He remembered some of the children in the academy doing pushups, and how one little girl in particular could bend her elbows practically to a ninety degree angle. This was amazing, sure. She was very flexible, and probably was extremely successful at this point. Kozata, however, was a failure. Ever since the academy, he couldn't even do this exercises properly. Truly, as his classmates had said, he was the "loser of Shimagakure", but now the village was different... so did that change his destiny? He honestly hoped so, he was tired of being a loser. The stigma and the reputation did him no good. Then again, he thought as the manison prodded his mind, neither did sitting around and feeling pity for himself. He sighed, and got back down into pushup position. At that very moment, there was a popping noise. Kozata realised that it was his spine, and he felt the pain of being stomped into the ground. What the... the pressure on his back was immense, and he found himself pressed into the dirt.
"Hey there, loser."
Oh. It was this jerk. Among the children in the academy, none had been more mean (or more successful, perhaps) than Daichi. The Daichi D, he was called among the lower ones, and Big D among his friends. After only a few days at the academy, the younger children learned to know better than to make fun of his nickname. He wore it as a badge of pride, rather than one of shame. This, in and of itself, Kozai thought, was shameful, but he didn't say anything, and never had. But now, it looked like the Big D had set his eyes on him.
Kozata found himself pulled up by the scruff of his neck. In a flash, he formed a handseal, shooting a fire stream into D's eyes. The bully screamed, stumbling back. Kozata landed on the ground, his instincts in control. With a short hop and a circle step in full, he would be put at a distance from the ass hole in front of him. As he thought, the fire stream had little to no effect. The Big D was just too tanky. As the other boy growled, four other children came in from the wings.
Oh, crap! He was getting ambushed! Kozata made a run for it, but was blocked off. Well, time to use his clearly superior abilities to attempt and escape. He jumped, hopped off of the shoulder of the rather blocky boy in front of him, and scooted on out. On his way, the mansion relayed to him directions on how to escape. These were, of course, already in his subconcious, but having his inner self repeat them back to him was a comforting feeling indeed. It reminded him that he was never really, truly alone after all, due to this dark presence.
He heard the yells of the people behind him, and sped up the pace slightly. Just as he reached another empty training ground, the others surrounded him. Shoot, what was he going to do? Well, there was that one possibility... stalling!
"Er... hey guys?" Ok, that was it for him. Kozata noted in his mind: time to get better at stalling. That was, unless he didn't just outright die this time around. He was not quite sure what Kirigakure's new policy on murder was, but he was sure that these jerks would break policy if it meant grinding him like a block of meat.
"We're gonna grind you like a block of meat, loser!" One of the large ones said, and they all rushed him at once. Kozata groaned inwardly, why couldn't it be like those lame stories where the good guy fought all the gang members one at a time?
At the same time, however...

The mansion spoke, and moved through Kozata's body. He found his hands moving, forming handseals, With that, his body pivoted slightly as he shot a somehow... stronger? Fireball from his mouth. The twisting fireball his all five of his targets, knocking them back and rendering them burned and unconcious. With that, a mysterious voice from the mist spoke out...
"PENTAKILL!"

What was that? He wondered. Regardless, he was now shivering. What was going on? He felt... colder. Somehow, his fire ball had... drained heat from the environment.  He sent a suspicious thought wave toward the mansion, which only responded with what appeared to be a faint, contented humming sensation. Well, screw that, then. Kozata shrugged, then went home, away from the scene of the pentakill.
[WC 1000,
5 stats,
1000 toward Ausloschen]