Ashur Vs. Brandon 2

Ashur walked with Brandon around Kumogakure in hopes of becoming godly. He wanted to take the next step for his clan, and decided it would be good to learn a new powerful explosive jutsu. He began to jitter thinking about exploding villages with feathers. He wanted everything to become ashes! He became increasingly excited, then found his composure again. He was going to learn how to explode massive areas in a fit of rage and he knew it. Anytime Ashur got a hunch he knew it was right! He knew very well that this was all going to be possible if he used the Disney magic to make a massive feather bomb from hell! He loved explosions more then anything, and the thought of being able to make a massive one brought a twinkle to his eye. He wasn't a killer, but he wouldn't mind getting rid of a few people in a explosion. The boy thought of the Genin who tried to kill him, and hated him. He thought of the boy who would tear out his feathers and scare him. Ashur hated that kid. He wanted to get lost into his explosive hatred, but Brandon stopped him in his tracks.
"Ashur, we should fight for old times sake. I have gotten a lot stronger, unless you are chicken. The only rule is no killing and nothing permanent."
Ashur gave a sly smile and made eye contact with the frog. He knew this was going to be interesting. Brandon knew his attacks, but not all his tricks! He felt confident he could have won in seconds. The frog was spineless and simply someone he felt he needed for extra support. Just a helper in terms of power, but he couldn't imagine life without Brandon. He would have probably still would have been a massive asshole who picks on people and treats everyone like shit, now he is just a massive asshole who is supervised by a talking frog. He suddenly felt claustrophobic in his shirt and flak jacket, and took them off to spread his wings. Life was a lot different with wings. He would have to wake up, and feel sore in his wings. Sleeping became harder as well with his wings. Brandon had to get a different bed because his wings would hit the frog throughout his sleep. Ashur also had to become a belly sleeper for comfort in his wings. As for the rest of the changes, he now is trying to take up sewing to sew holes into his shirts and flak jacket for his wings. It was highly annoying to have wings at first and looked like a massive chore, but once he got it under control it became awesome. He flew everywhere, and loved flying. He would go out in the mornings to fly above Kumogakure and overall, he had a feeling of freedom with his wings. He could go wherever whenever, he knew his limit for flying and even knew a thing or too about using it in combat. Ashur grew to accept his wings for their ups and downs. He felt like the fight with Brandon was going to be a piece of cake.
"Brandon, I am going to go all out and see how far you have came. I feel like this fight will be one to remembered or even a part two to the first battle."
The ninja looked at the frog and let out another grin. He knew the frog knew what he meant. He felt he could take down this frog with ease, and even thought about holding back. He then began to walk to a tailor in Kumogakure for his flak jacket and his shirt for his wing holes. He would need them for the fight for this battle with his familiar.
"You have no idea how much tricks I have up my sleeve. I found my true power, and I am going to shove it down your throat."
Ashur's eyes widened and he looked mildly disturbed.
"Uh, you aren't touching my throat."
The frog realized how he had said it, and began to laugh. Ashur joined in, and the underpaid tailor watched as a 13 year old boy and his talking frog were walking towards him with clothes. It seems as if the boy also had wings. He really wasn't paid enough for this!
"Ha ha ha, I am going to beat the shit out of you anyway!"
Ashur punched his shoulder lightly, and the frog punched back. The two were all fired up for battle, and this was going to be the fight of the century. The two walked up to the desk of the tailor's stand, and Ashur put his clothes on the counter.
"Can you cut holes in these for my wings? I grew them out recently."
The tailor's eyes widened.
"You are one of the Shiroi aren't you! Please sir, I would be happy to serve your rare clan."
Ashur smiled, and nodded at the question. He knew that ninja part of this clan were highly limited, and very few in numbers. Hell, he didn't know another person who would recognize his clan. All they see is Nara, Uzamaki, Senju, and oh nobody could forget the Uchia clan. They didn't give half a damn for bird people with explosive feathers!
"How much is this going to cost?"
The tailor saw it was a little boy and wanted to take advantage of him like any good salesman. His eyes widened, and he knew his price.
"1,000 ryo, sir!"
He looked behind the counter to see his aunt coming up behind this guy. She pulled out a sledge hammer, and Ashur clapped his hands while smiling. Her eyes flared up, and she knew what was going on. She slammed her hammer down on top the guy's head, and his head was broken into the counter.
"Don't you mean free for Ashur?"
The guy was out cold, but the others looked over happily. They knew who this boy was, and now put the name to the face. The people there seemed miserable earlier to work in the sweat shop-ish tailor stand. They knew to put their best work into it though. They worked fast, but carefully and even measured his wings a few times. They used elastic and made sure it was ninja grade materials for the battlefield. Once they finished they double checked, and even redid their work. The stitches looked ingenious and expensive, the hole looked comfortable and relaxed. Ashur's eyes lit up watching them do this, and ran back home to brink all his shit and jackets. They went through with the same quality, and made everything built to last for decades and even life times. Once they finished, Ashur carried the things on the wagon, then put on his shirt. His wings slid through with eased in the elastic, then the elastic went a bit tight around the end of his wings, but not too tight. The fit was amazing, and Ashur even shuddered. He couldn't thank them enough for this feeling that was to die for. He loved every second he dawned his shirt. He felt as if he had just found the perfect fit, and never wanted to wear a normal shirt again! He hated the idea of having his wings cramped up, and hidden. The boy now felt the freedom of flight with every shirt and jacket. He didn't feel like he would ever want to hide his wings again! He brought back the wagon of clothes to his house, and folded them all away. Once you own a house, you don't want a thing out of place. He might have been the youngest homeowner here, and his house was two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, an attic, and a family room. He kept everything well maintained and made sure to always pay his tiny bills on time. Ashur also was in the stock market and was good at it. This gave him some income, and enough to pay through the way. He had his life pretty well set for a 13 year old boy, and Brandon wasn't too odd of an eater. He eats human food just like Ashur. Once they exited the house they began a conversation on their battle they were itching to do. Their excitement was burning them up, and they both had strategies running through their head quickly. They played out every detail of every situation, burning with excitement to see who would win. Ashur had his wings, a sword, armor, and a jutsu to give him the edge in the fight, while Brandon had spike and horn enhancement, self ramping, healing, paralyzing, and even telepathy on his side. The two sides seemed almost equal to each other except Brandon had more abilities and might have the upper hand. Ashur had no idea how strong this frog was, and wrote him off as a one ability wonder. Little did he know, the frog had grown to become a warrior. He was the one who would watch over and handle anything Ashur couldn't. He was godly when he needed to, but he kept all of this hidden away in private training. Brandon was ready to kill, but to kill with honor and certainty.
"So Ashur, are you excited to see how far I have risen?"
Ashur smiled a sly smile, and felt a burning excitement inside of him. He was almost shaking with excitement for the fight with his frog.
"Ha, you could never rise as far as me."
Ashur shook his wings a bit as a joke. They were nearing the training grounds, and a few people got caught on to the conversation.
"Hey, you guys are going to fight? This I have got to see!"
Another group joined in.
"How much on the boy? Any bets?"
The two looked around at the groups that began to throw around their money for the fight. This made both of them feel awfully important. They both got even more fired up, and felt like ripping each other to shreds already.
"Okay guys, make sure not to bet too high. We aren't that important."
Ashur blushed feeling special, and so did Brandon. They looked at each other with competitive glances thirsting for victory.  They were ready to strike at any given moment. They hadn't fought in awhile and last fight Brandon had lost badly. The frog wanted his reputation to be better then that. He wanted to be the one who was stronger! The frog felt his spikes oozing with poison at he thought of he desserts of victory. Ashur felt like attacking the frog right now! He was flexing for the crowd, and felt he could win. Oh boy did he ever want to fight Brandon. He wanted to show that he was stronger then anyone else thought and get a winning streak! This would most likely be the last fight they had where one of them was stronger then the other. Both of them had no idea how the fight would play out, but they both knew they wanted it more then anything. The passion the two had for fighting was dangerous and empowering.
"Ashur you are going to be filled with a bunch of holes punched into you, I should just call the bits I punch out of you chads because I am going to punch through you like paper."
Ashur's eyes burned out with primal instincts brimming at his eyes. He was going to rip Brandon to shreds.
"Brandon you better pray to whatever god you believe in if you want to even think about getting a single hit on me."
The toad gave a sly smile, and the two pressed forehead's against each other with glares. It was just like Naruto and Sasuke used to do back in the academy. Ashur used to read the book about them all the time when he was in the academy. He used to dream of having the nine tails inside of him, but as of right now, nobody knows where the nine tails is it seems! The two pulled away from each other, and the bets were made and the stage was set. Now they had agreed to one hour of preparation, even though the crowd was very much so against it. Ashur walked to one end of the training ground and Brandon walked to the other. They both told everyone to leave them alone, and the preparation had begun.
 
Ashur was in his corner sharpening everything, and had all his items laid out neatly. He clamed his mind for combat, and was happy to have this hour before the fight. After everything was sharpened, and stored nicely he rested in a sleeping bag to save his energy for the battle. He felt he had the upper hand for this battle just because of this. Once it was 15 minutes before the fight, he began to run laps and warm himself up. He knew he was going to win this easily.
 
Brandon was in his corner sharpening his spikes and horn. He mentally reviewed and listed how to do each ability and thought out every situation that could occur. He reviewed the way Ashur fought in the past, and even came up with a counter strategy to everything Ashur could dish up. He felt he had the upper hand for doing this, and then he rested in a sleeping bag as well. Once it was 10 minutes before the fight, he began to meditate. He knew he was going to win this easily.
 
The two walked out from their corner ready in their own ways. Each knew very well victory was certain for each. The group of people betting on them followed in around equal amounts behind each one of them. This battle seemed like it was going to be of legendary proportions. The two checked the time, and saw it was 10 seconds away from the fight. They were almost the same in every way they started a fight. Ashur got into his battle stance, and so did Brandon. The two planned out their starting moves as the crowd shouted out for more people. The crowd then began to shout out the seconds.
"7"
Ashur met a glare with Brandon.
"6"
Brandon smirked at Ashur.
"5"
The two began to get fired up.
"4"
They walked towards each other slowly.
"3"
They both bowed respectfully.
"2"
The got back to positions.
"1"
First attacks were ready to be done.
"Go!"

The two didn't move an inch. The crowd was silent in confusion. Little did they know this was strategic, and all part of their plan.

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Brandon knew that waiting was complete bull shit, but he did it for Ashur. He thought it would also give him some bonus points for when he completely tore up the boy in seconds. He knew this battle was already decided by the time he declared it. The frog knew so very well that killing Ashur would be too easy, and decided to even have thoughts about keeping his true power hidden for later. The pause at the begging of the fight was too wait to see what the other person was doing and feeling to see if they were really ready to start the fight. This was to ensure a fair fight in the frog's mind. He looked at Ashur, and felt as if he should be the one to attack second but Ashur was stubborn as usual. The silly boy always did things like this from the very begging. He wondered which place his spike should go. He knew a little bit about organ placement, but not too much.
"Ashur you are going to regret this battle!"
More things he meant with all his heart. He prided himself in combat, and has been training ever since he met that one swordsman. He looked over at Ashur laughing to himself, and the boy was 5 meters away from him. He hoped Ashur was taking this fight seriously. The frog rolled his eyes feeling responsible for the boy. He then decided to use his power against Ashur. To talk into Ashur's mind.
"Hey Ashur, Why must I always make the first attack!? You should just toughen up for once."
The frog smirked knowing that the crowd was becoming increasingly confused.
"Lets give the crowd something to shit their pants with."
The smile climaxed at this comment, and Ashur traded a even grander smile.
"For the love of god please just fucking do something!"
The two looked over at the man in the crowd, and both nodded at once. They then realized their grave mistake.
"Ashur we share the same attack style."

The two stared at each other feeling awful and yet intertwined. Brandon started the attack! He coated himself in a purple coating of deadly toxins.
"Seems as if you can teach an old dog new tricks right Ashur?"
His spikes and horn were also enhanced as he readied for his attack. He then looked at the crowd.
"Shall I defeat him as fast as possible? Is this last man standing?"
The crowd chimed in together, and the frog knew he would go all out. A purple aura went around him, and he looked as deadly as he was. He used up just about everything already! He should have held back, but he decided Ashur has been too smug. He ran at an amazingly fast speed at Ashur, while readying a punch that would pierce through Ashur's chest if it hit. The boy would be knocked back, and unable to move by the toxins on the frogs body as well. The fight would be ended in one punch.

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Ashur knew that waiting was complete bull shit, but he did it for Brandon. He thought he was going to get special notice if he waited a few seconds, before tearing the frog apart. The boy looked at the frog, and began to wonder what his first attack was going to be. He thought about the fire jutsu, and thought this might be a good idea. He began to imagine the cone of flames from his mouth going right into Brandon's face, and began to feel happy. He heard the frog's remark about him regretting this battle, and this made him spread his wings out. He smiled, and knew the frog stood no chance. He already knew about the frog's telepathy though, so this was no surprise. He began to hover off the ground, and looked at the frog while flapping his wings. He knew the frog had no other choice but close attacks so he thought it over of how to best him with long range attacks and short ranged diversions. Ashur then began to hear the frog complaining and moaning about having to attack first, but the boy could care less about this. He wanted to see the frog's first attack then follow up. This was mainly because he knew the frog had been about lasting stat boosts for close ranged, godly attacks, but Ashur was about quick and long distanced attacks. They both to talk about how the crowd was going, and Brandon was getting annoyed he wasn't doing anything.
"Well Brandon isn't someone being a precious plum?"
Ashur said this telepathically and knew it was going to set the frog off. He was only able to do this because of Brandon doing this ability at the time. Ashur began to get the creeping feeling that something was wrong and remembered who had taught him how to fight. He heard Brandon say the very words on his mind, and the two felt awful and oddly intertwined at the same time. This was a feeling Ashur would never forget for the sheer weirdness of it.

Ashur then watched as the frog coated himself in purple slime. He noted this in his mind as "Don't Touch." He had no idea what it was, but it seemed dangerous. Man did he love his pet. He then heard the frogs comment on dogs, and felt happy to see the frog trying to steal his thunder.
"You still can't touch me!"
Ashur flew a few meters out of reach for Brandon. He knew this was a perfect strategy for anything Brandon had. Ashur then heard his question to the crowd, and sighed. He really thought he was going to win. The boy smiled, and wanted only to prove him completely wrong.
"This is last man standing Brandon, but you know what I mean. I don't lose by flying! And defeating me as fast as possible is a wish you won't be granted!"
Ashur was getting flared up by every asshole comment from Brandon. He could only imagine how the fight would play out from here. He then saw a purple aura around Brandon, and knew shit was about to go down. This was it, victory was in reach by the beginning of the fight. He then saw the frog ran at immense speeds that overwhelmed Ashur, he quickly activated Torikami Shinka. This made his feathers vibrate, and now he was fast as hell. He quickly speeded upwards before Brandon could reach him. He then kneaded katon chakra in his chest, and making a half tiger hand sign. He spit out a cone of flames right down onto the frog, and the frog was at the end of the range meaning he got the max area of the flames. Ashur then threw a kunai through the flames right in the middle. This would do the trick for sure!

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Brandon knew Ashur made a fatal mistake seeing the flames, and almost began to laugh to himself. The flames came over him, and he simply jumped towards where they came out, and even a felt a kunai hit him, then fall off his hard skin. He felt invincible in every way imaginable. The frog put both arm's out, and if they continued on he would slice right into Ashur's face while also knocking him up. The frog smiled only thinking about how foolish the boy was too think that would be able to harm him! If Ashur wouldn't react the spikes would go with two in each cheek. This would also paralyze Ashur, and the fight would end there. It is silly to see him win so fast, is all Brandon could think about. His skin was as if it were iron, because of the special blend of chemicals he maintained in his blood stream. Luckily everything became much easier after he did the first step to activated his abilities. He felt a bit overwhelmed himself by everything going on in his body. The frog was about to make contact as he heard a few people in the crowd.
"The fight is already over! There is no way he can survive that."
Another one chimed in.
"Way to go Ashur, there is no way that frog could have been stronger then you."
The frog smiled, and continued his attack.

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~Paralyzing Touch~

Ashur saw as the frog began to jump towards him, and shuddered. He knew this attack would end the fight quickly. He didn't want the frog to lay a finger on him, but he had no time to dodge. Was the end of the fight? Ashur thought not, and as the frog began to rise quickly. He weaved hand signs as fast as possible from tiger to boar, and watched as the frog wasn't hurt at all. He flew backwards as he did ox and dog. The spike was coming in for his cheeks! He weaved snake, and then the spikes went through his cheeks. The frog would have seen his spikes gone through sucessfully, then watched as he jumped into a kunai from earlier in the fires. Ashur was covered in his own flames as he landed onto the ground. This frog was becoming a pain in the ass, and he knew that was way too close for comfort. One second more, and he would have been done for! He then thought of his next action. He was limited to his E rank jutsu and his sword. If he could land a sword strike he could win the fight. Ashur came up with an amazing idea, and smiled. The crowd watched in awe as he weaved the dog, boar, then ram hand signs in a very quick amount of time. He was then transformed into a blade of grass, and the entire crowd thought he had vanished. They all began to clap and cheer.
"He disappeared!"
Another one chimed in.
"No, he became invisible!"
The crowd began to talk to each other watching to see what would happen next. A few even called Ashur a coward and thought he had ran away. Ashur smiled as blade of grass and now waited for Brandon to come down and this jutsu to get nerfed. The frog would think Ashur probably vanished like Chris Angel or something. He stopped thinking about the world around him, and concentrated on keeping his shape. He felt as if he was solving math equations to do this jutsu!

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Brandon watched as Ashur substituted, and groaned. He was really getting mad now, but he knew he had no more things he could do. He fell down as he heard the crowd saying Ashur had disappeared. A knew trick the frog thought. He readied himself for an attack anywhere at any moment. He tensed up, and realized a rock was sitting on the ground. He knew this must be Ashur transformed into this! He picked up the rock, and threw it as far as he possibly could. The rock simply landed like any other rock, and the frog began to become more paranoid. He wondered if Ashur was going to wait this out, and decided to fire up Ashur to come out hiding.
"Hey Ashur, are you hiding just like your parents did from you?"
He finished saying this, and bit his lip. The guilt he felt was immense. He knew Ashur would take it bad, and this would save him in battle, but this was just uncalled for in every single way. He apologized under his breath as he knew Ashur was going to try to kill him now. The crowd let out waves of boo's and looked disappointed at the frog for doing this. The frog ignored them and got ready for Ashur.

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Ashur concentrated hard as the frog walked past, he was going to release and slice the toad to pieces! He knew all too well that this attack was all he had left, and was ready to strike when he heard the frog say it. For anyone else, it would have been fine to say, but for his best friend to say? He lost his focus completely, and had hurt pouring from his body language.
"H-h-h-ow..."
Ashur stumbled to get the words out, and felt a deeper force gripping his very essence. The hatred gripped and tore at his mind. He began to glare at the frog shaking a little bit. He hadn't been this upset for a long time.
"COULD YOU!?"
Ashur took off his wig, and threw it into the breeze by him. Powerful winds began to pass through with the boys rage. The inner power was now exploding inside of him as if he had a bijuu. Feathers came, and so did the hand signs weaving quickly. He began to think logically about what to do next, and just simply formed them into a ball in front of him. He was done very quickly and weaved the rat hand sign. His target was right in front of him where he wanted him to be, except Brandon would have probably been around 25 meters ahead of him. He made the ball of glowing feathers shoot out towards the frog's direction with a violent wave of wind. He was blinded by the hatred towards his past. Ashur was lost in his very lonely childhood, and was cringing inside of his body. He only cried on the inside, and the ball would soon be right beside the frog where Ashur would make every single feather explosive, then angle it towards the ground. Ashur glared with tears forming from his soul.
"How could you..."
The audience watched the massive ball of feathers, and began to laugh thinking it was a very weak jutsu. They wondered why any ninja would use feathers, and began to call Ashur names as the tears streamed.
"Loser only uses little feathers!"

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Brandon looked behind him to see Ashur appearing, and got ready to fight with a smile on his face.
"Heh, I knew tha-"
He began to see Ashur's facial expression and died a little inside. He can't believe this! How could he let himself this fight really make him do this?! He wanted to apologize, but just stood there frozen in his mistakes as all his abilities ended. Ashur was taking off his wig, and he cringed after hearing what Ashur was saying.
"Ashur lets end this fight now! Please it is a draw, we don't need to fight like this!"
The frog was wise, and knew what was going to happen next. He saw Ashur weave an unfamiliar combination of hand signs, and begin to form a ball from feathers. Ashur was pissed off, and Brandon teared up a bit seeing Ashur this hurt. He never meant a word!
"Please stop! Ashur, I don't mean a word!"
The ball was then fired with a violent gust of wind towards the frog, and he watched how fast it went. He knew this ball had something special, and also knew he had disengaged all his cloaks. He was a dead man. The frog began to attempt to run away from the ball, and was able to dodge it but the ball of feathers curved and hit the ground. Brandon cried out, and the audience looked horrified.
"ASHUR!"
The explosion was massive and powerful, the audience subsided making fun of Ashur to take a few steps away from the explosion. They began to cover their ears hearing the boom, and all seemed lost for the frog. The frog was probably nothing but a gas at this point. The audience began to look over at Ashur in shock and help. They all looked horrified.

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Ashur looked in horror seeing how massive the explosion was. He would have never guessed that feathers could do this! Ashur began to cry. He knew there was no way Brandon could have lived in that explosion!
"BRANDON!"
He wanted a response, but could only assume he had Clyde-d it and killed Brandon. He fell to the ground pounding it, and began to cry harder.
"How could I? Who will I have?"
Ashur looked over as the others walked away from the scene, and even saw a few snicker. He boiled inside, and rolled around the ground. He began to jump up and down yelling for help, and the explosion began to subside as he flipped out. He couldn't believe he had done this. He couldn't fathom life without Brandon. Brandon was his crutch! He couldn't live a normal life without him. Ashur clawed at his arms while screaming frantically. The feeling was undefinable to lose the last thing you have. He felt as if he had just lost his limbs. Ashur felt as if he had really lost the only thing he cared about, and was still in slight awe at the explosion he created. He had been blown back a few meters! The power of it was godly! He felt so exhausted for using it now though. Ashur wished to take back every hand sign, and couldn't imagine Brandon dead. Brandon was a fighter! He couldn't be dead! Ashur got up, and did the first thing that came to mind. He made a ram, snake, then finally tiger hand sign. He hadn't done this in a long time. A clone of himself appeared from smoke, and he looked over at it, and weaved the hand signs again. Another one appeared by his left, and now he had ones on both sides. One of the clones put his wig on, and the other gathered weapons Ashur had used in the fight. The smoke from the burning ground began to clear up, and Ashur looked with tears in his eyes to see a figure in the smoke. He ran forward with all his clones, and was on the right in case there was an attacker. Out of the smoke he was kicked in the stomach quickly, and pushed down to the ground. He spit out blood, and felt too weak to get up.

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Brandon saw a ninja swooped in, and began to weave hand signs at a rapid rate. They then pressed there hand to the ground and formed a bubble of earth around them, and the frog looked at the man oddly.
"Thanks, but where did you come from?"
The ninja was wearing a white jacket and brown pants. They wore a head band of kumogakure and sunglasses. This to the frog seemed like a medical ninja from the white.
"I'm a renowned medical ninja named Kuren, and I saw your friend over there using quite a bit of chakra."
The medical ninja brought down his glasses to show some kind of doujutsu. Brandon smiled, and began to calm down. All he could hear was the power of the explosion around him, and couldn't believe what he was hearing. He would have been a dead man. After the explosion subsided, the man made the bubble of earth open up so they could get out. The medical ninja would then see three clones running through the smoke, and kicked Ashur right in the stomach while throwing senbon into the others. The clones were gone, and Ashur laid on the blackened ground unable to get up. Then as Brandon wanted to thank the man more, the man disappeared into the smoke and wasn't seen again.
"Ashur!"
He ran over, and carried Ashur in his arms. The ninja was still alive, and seemed to have just lost. The smoke began to clear, and the crow began to cheer for Brandon.
"You won!"
Another chimed in.
"Now you owe me 1,000 ryo!"
Another groan from a few others, and the debate began to blend together. Ashur looked up at Brandon feeling the pain from the attack.
"You won."
Brandon blushed feeling a bit bad for Ashur, but then remembered the explosive attack Ashur had used. The frog looked all around, and began to become more and more mad by the second to see how crazy the explosion was, then his anger turned to a fatherly moment.
"Ashur, you have come a long way."
Ashur nodded with a smile, and drifted off out of consciousness. Brandon smiled with pride for Ashur, but knew he had still technically won. The toad like frog thing began to carry Ashur back home, and began to look towards the future.
"Ashur, we have come far, but the journey is only beginning. We shall encounter people who will scoff at your jutsu, and use even stronger ones. We are now playing a game of chance and out dice rolls will draw some unwanted attention. From now on we need to go even harder at it then before. One slip up, and that is the end of our story. If one of use dies, another must carry on our will to continue. We are immortal, we are an idea, we are fated."
The frog looked off into the distance, and could only let out a smile thinking of their new ball game. They had what it took to show some skills, and now they knew each others limits! Together they will continue this struggle for power and peace. Together they will carry on their testimony to the stars, the unflappable bond.

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Kaboom! Trained! (5,950 words)
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