For What!? (P, NK)

Ketsueki found himself physically outclassed by this man, his charging attack proving to be a mistake as he felt his hip get hit with intense force and speed. Given that this was a shin kick Ketsueki smiled. Grabbing at the man's leg at 7/8 of his speed and holding on as tight as he could if he didn't pull away. His goal was to get his upper calf or the back of his knee completely still, if this happened he would then begin to stab and slash at Mors, still.

This time with far more thinking, not content to haphazardly slash and slice, he would stab at Mors' right leg, in a progression from his quad up to his abdomen. Should any hits be blocked or otherwise avoided, Ketsueki would move from stabbing at 6/8 his speed to 8/8. If the grabbing hadn't worked at all he would step back, taking a defensive stance and allowing Mors to set the pace, knowing well enough that even if he couldn't compare in speed or strength, he might be able to out think him instead.

Ketsueki figured attempting to cut Mors' mobility down would allow him to be more likely to fall to his level. He wasn't unaware though. No enemy arms his enemy only. He had something else, and assuming his attempt at grabbing Mors came through, he would be dividing attention between plunging his blade down toward the Mors' leg and making sure that he wasn't attacked by the man's free limbs, using his elbow to block attacks from the right, yet leaving his left side only able to attempt a dodge.

The kick connected, the child before him who was charging and swinging haphazardly took the hit. Mors followed through with his kick, not stopping as it would connect or worrying about the blade in the hand of the child, pushing him away from where he was. One would assume he watched the child narrowly miss trying to grab his leg and tumble to the left of Mors. Given that he would be even way more off balance and taking a hit to the hips would cause someone to fall over or lose balance but at the very least shift the way the person moves. He would expect Ketsueki to end up a meter or two away.

”I thought you might have had potential, but so far it seems I was wrong. Catch yourself, stop thinking as an angry child, and show me why you deserve to be a shinobi or why your blood should paint this park.” Mors’ voice would speak with one of a condescending but serious tone, he was lost in his own mind of bloodlust and the thrill of what should be a fight. ”If that’s the best you got this will be your last day in this world, so you better come at me for real. Don’t think so much and just act, your emotion will get you killed, just flow with it. This is the only advice I shall give.” He would be in a relaxed stance no matter what distance, he would grab the kunai from his pocket, and gesture for the child to come.

Ketsueki was forced to fall to his side, rolling to avoid any lag on the ground, not wishing to be dazed by the impact and only concerned with defeating this ninja. Still keeping his hand tight on the blade he looked up at Mors from a knelt position, not that far from the man, only a meter and a half away from him. Taking a single step he would close the gap after Mors spoke, not bothering to respond, and only taking the advice of his obvious superior. The step he took was with his right foot, an exact two feet, he would then move his right shoulder and turn to the side as his arm, jutted forward at max speed, his whole body turning behind the straight stab at Mors' chest. Specifically his left pectoral muscle.

He wouldn't let over thinking slow him down, before his actions had hesitation, now they had none, no lag from his anger at Mors, for he realized there was no cause for it, he did not become a shinobi to silence people from agitating him. He did it to become a weapon, the best weapon, the symbol of his village's power, and this Goliath was his first step. He pulled his arm back at the same speed, changing its position from pointing up from his hand, to pointing down to keep himself on his guard.

Such improvement in such a brief time, this young one before him could become worthy. He rolled and started acting before thinking, he even stopped talking. He was ready for the child to act as soon as he knelt, Mors was on the balls of his feet, slightly separated, both facing the Genin before him, his arms to the side, elbows tucked in. He took on an orthodox boxer’s stance, before the blade sailed through the air. 

It was time to play, for some enjoyment now. Mors’ right hand would spring forward, at twenty strength and fifteen speed. It would come as a right hook aiming for Ketsueki’s left cheekbone. The kunai would miss Mor’s chest but hit more under the collar bone, but it would only enter slightly just enough to leave a slight bleeding gash. Expecting the jab to cause the Genin to reel back a little and put the kunai away from Mor’s body. He would the slightly bend his knees, step into Ketsueki with his left foot, and come straight up with a left uppercut. Aiming for the left underside of his jaw.

Ketsueki had little time but his body had already responded to the movement, reeling backward with all he could muster, continuing to pull the Kunai to his chest, pointing the tip outward. He barely got out of the way of the jab and tightened his pulling back of the kunai accordingly, feeling the wind and some of his fist on his cheek, leaving him surprisingly unshaken by the show of force. 

Given the range between the two the boy had to drastically weave backward, making him mostly prey to Mors' pace. Until. Keeping an eye on Mors all Ketsueki could see after the man stepped in closer was his fist coming upward, given that his hands were already almost together at his chest, the boy used what little time he had before the uppercut struck him to position the blade above Mors' fist, which had it's destination under the boy's jaw, he also placed his other hand over the hilt of the Kunai, plunging downward to try and stop and counter the blow with all he had, the man named Mors' own momentum forcing him to drive his clenched fist into the tip of the Kunai, still wet with his own blood.

Mors had the child before him on the ropes a rebuttal for all he did, there wasn't much Mors could do about the kunai actively being pushed into his hand. Your average shinobi would avoid such an injury, but Mors was far from average. This was nothing to him it would not be the first time, or the last for that matter. Sacrifices had to be made for Mors to truly enjoy what was happening. And at the moment it would be his left hand, he didn't mind it being out of commission for a short period of time. He would not flinch as the blade would enter his flesh of the abductor  pollicis brevis part of the palm, as Mors would manipulate his hand enough for the kunai to slide in between his first two fingers, instead of having his whole hand skewered. 

At the same time, of Mors seeing the kunai move from where it was too where his hand would end, he'd reach into his right front pocket and pull the kunai out of it, at his full speed(15). All in one quick action, he'd hold the point towards ketsueki and aim just below his ribs in a spot to avoid hitting any vital areas, though it seemed as if he was going for the kill, at his full speed and strength. Sacrifices has to be made to get what you needed done.

kill! was the thought the passed thorough Mors' mind as his kunai cut through the air. Maybe out of habit, muscle memory, or even just the lust for blood; Mors' trajectory slightly changed to one of fatal repercussions. He’d stop the kunai just above the flesh of the young child, withdrawing both himself and the kunai driven into hand away at full speed from ketsueki. Which would rip the kunai through Mors' hand since it was already inside of it. Maybe the boy was in shook from his almost death or something Mors did not know, nor look, simply walked away. ”We will have to continue this at a later time dear boy.” Those would be Mors’ last words before disappearing into the mist. Maybe the next time the boy will show a greater improvement Mors could only wonder as he slipped to his hole.

[Exit, spoke to ketsueki he knows and agreed I could, TWC: 2504?, 10 stats]

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Ketsueki was in shock after the man allowed his hand to be punctured and the connective muscle to his thumb to be destroyed by well. Now Ketsueki's blade. He looked up as Mors drifted away. "I...Look forward to it." He said looking to the kunai. He had actually succeeded in coating Mors blood with this blade and it made him smile, he felt some sort of odd catharsis from this. Even as the fluidity of his movements gave way and he began to move as stiffly as he ever did. He turned to the still sleeping Pup, who had grown just a bit by now. Walking back toward him. "I injured him. Even though I could feel how strong he was, I put a dent in him. Maybe it was because of his carelessne-" He froze. Wait a minute. He. He didn't so much as seethe in pain when he was pierced by the kunai. Ketsueki looked at the blood, thinking to himself...Just what was he?

(Exit Claiming 1 Kunai, 1804 words so 9 stats)

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