M vs N - Gladiator Spectator Mode [IO]

The energy sizzled in the air as another fight was getting underway. Saya, once more, found herself in the midst of the audience as they waited for the announcer to finish the introductions. She sat up straighter when familiar names registered in her mind. Reizo and Komori? A frown. What were the odds that those two in particular would be fighting. This would certainly be an interesting matchup. Except, well, couldn’t they have changed the hype man? He was such a Komori bias and fanboy.

Sexiest man alive. Hah!

Saya simply snorted at the title, somewhat grateful that she wasn’t within the immediate vicinity of the Hozuki’s fangirls. They were several rows and seats away from her position, which was relatively empty. The perfect spot. No one to bump elbows or shoulders with. And her ears would certainly be safe from the screams and hollers of the girls. And the other spectators around her were all men and women who seem to enjoy the fights rather than the fighters’ good looks.

”I wonder how this fight will turn out.” Saya said out loud before her vision was suddenly blocked by a tall and lumbering man. His hefty body frame completely dwarfed her own. What…? She looked around and found that there were plenty of other seats that the buff man could have taken. ”Sir,” The girl reached over and tapped him on the forearm before asking her request. ”Do you mind relocating elsewhere? You’re blocking my view of the arena.”

The man would look over his shoulder and roll his eyes at her. He didn’t bother to reply back; he simply returned his gaze to the front where the fighters were still getting ready to enter the battlefield. Saya frowned. Was it because she came in civilian clothes? It probably didn’t help that her small stature made her look younger than she was. He most likely took her for another of Komori’s airheaded fans.

Her current situation frustrated her. She couldn’t very well man-handle the citizen. That would incite a new reason for the civilians to breed their hatred against shinobi. Such things were not something Saya wanted even though it was very tempting to simply kick the man out of the way. The match was going to start soon and she really needed to convince the large man to go elsewhere.

WORD COUNT: 396

“I told you, you need bed rest Komon” Amai would say as her hand hovered with green chakra above his bandaged back, The hyuuga would wince in pain as his eyes scanned the arena, his body still ached from his fight with Komori about a week ago. “I know, I know. But I wasn’t gonna miss my brothers next fight” He’d smile as he took her hand. “It sounds like they’re starting. We better find our seats”

As the two climbed his byakugan would make eye contact with a group of girls who seemed waaaaay to into his brothers intro. And he’d notice that they pointed at him. odd Komon would think to himself as he continued to move with Amai in hand.

He’d start to move down a row with many open seats, well above komoris fan club. “Theres a spot over there” Amai would chime in, pointing towards a familiar face, before leading the way.

“Do you mind if we sit here?” Amai would ask the supposed stranger. Regardless of the answer Komon would let out a cough before awkwardly saying. “How’s it going saya” leaning to the side so he’d peer out from behind Amai. Komon was wearing his leather jacket, but the shirt and vest that were usually beneath it were replaced by full body bandages, as his body was still being tended to by medical specialists like Amai.

Amai:

Max had heard a lot of commotion regarding these new "fights" that were going on now. Civilians seemed to not be able to get enough of it, and so Max was curious to see what all the fuss was about. He stood before the Kumo Arena, watching as countless people poured into the stands. 

It would seem as if he were running late.

Max would look around, hoping to find a friend so that he didn't have to sit with only Napa to keep him company. He would see a bunch of squealing youthful girls cheering and holding up signs and such, all of which had been wearing "Sexiest Man Alive!" shirts and merchandise. Rather odd, since Max hadn't a clue as to who they were cheering for...

That was when he heard the announcer call out the title, followed by a familiar name. It had been Komori "Hyuuzuki" that they were going crazy for. Plus the announcer said that he had been undefeated. He was a talented shinobi, but undefeated? Perhaps he was a "paper champion" and was merely besting people in fights that he knew he could win in order to continue his streak of victories. Of course, perhaps Max was wrong about this. Only watching the fight wold clarify.

Max would spot Saya, and begin to approach and hear her asking the burly gentleman in front of her to please move and take a seat elsewhere, as they had many free seats in the same area. He didn't seem to care about her request, and so Max would approach the man. Max hadn't been in any mood lately to deal with folks "politely" and so he would walk in front of the man, standing on the seat in front of him and demand he move. "You are blocking the seat behind you, and there are other seats. I suggest... no I demand you move." The man didn't seem to care much about the thoughts of a young boy, and so Max would ruin the mans event. Max would use summoning to bring one of his puppets out (his remaining skeleton puppet), "Move, else I will move you!" If the man protests, the puppet will pick him up (an easy feat considering its strength stat) and forcefully move him to another seat. If he was compliant, Max would simply set the puppet in a seat near him, ready for direction from the young puppeteer. 

Almost a complete shift in tone and demeanor, Max would give a "Hello Saya!" Before claiming a seat beside her. It would seem as though Komon was here too, and he looked rather beaten on. Max would wonder what could give him that much trouble, as Komon was a talented shinobi and not easily bested. He was standing with another person, an older lady Max wasn't familiar with. It would seem as though much has changed in his time being a hermit and learning all about medical practices and techniques. 


"Hello Komon! I didn't know that Komori was in this fight. And undefeated? Has he been beating up on Genin and Chuunin to make himself seem cooler than he is? That seems like something he might do." Max would say in jest, not realizing that Komon was the first win. "He also has a serious following it would seem." 

Max would realize his rudeness before apologizing and introducing himself, "Hi maam, I'm Max. Nice to meet you."

Max would then see Reizo down there too, and he would immediately light up. It was Reizo against Komori? This should be good. A real opponent for "the sexiest man alive". Obviously Max wasn't fully aware of the depth of the Hozuki bloodline and the advantage the "Hyuuzuki" had. Max simply knew that Reizo was his teammate and a powerful combatant. This would be a wonderful time to study them in combat and learn what he could. 


(OoC: I'll let Saya decide how the NPC reacts.)

Doo doo doo, entering from here. Assuming the clone was able to make it to the stands, the deep yet upbeat voice of Clonemori would sound out from behind everyone.
 
“’Sup, nerds.”
 
Clonemori took a moment to see who had shown up this time. Not as much as the last match, but maybe it was just the Komon fans that were disappointed with the results. Besides, Reizo was more under the radar than either of the twins, so his following must have been much, MUCH lower. The Hozuki clone heard murmurs from the members of the crowd who had noticed his presence, some of whom were forced to take double takes since he was in two places at once. “Let’s give it up for Komori, huh?” He looked around to everyone in the immediate area and started clapping his hands, which the crowd around him joined in. He smiled as he turned to Amai. “And who might you be?” He said, bowing slightly to her. “Psst, Komon. I don’t know if you saw in the area, but I mouthed ‘dibs’. Put in a good word for me, eh?” He’d then turn to greet everyone else, i.e. Max and Saya as he had already addressed his brother telepathically. He’d watch himself fight, taking notes about how awesome he was. By this time, his group of fangirls noticed his presence, whispering amongst themselves. He simply gave them a small smile, causing some screaming, some blubbering, and some passing out.

But, if for some lame reason, he was not able to appear just yet, this all happens whenever Komori can get the clone seal off.

WC: 284
AP: 449

Renji would be in the training grounds laying on the floor with his head rested up against the trunk of the tree behind him. To anyone else this would be but a normal tree, but to the young Hyuuga this tree meant more. It was the site of the biggest life altering moment of his short life. The place where team Senshi had first assembled. In the time since finding out about the passing of his team leader, Renji had found himself gravitating to this one spot a lot.


As he was laying there,  he would remember that there was a fight happening today at the arena. Seeing as the last one was epic, Renji would want to see this fight from start to finish. The arena was not to far from the training grounds, and Renji would make it with more than enough time to spare. Not being in the best of moods, the young genin would not want to be bothered with all of the fan girls that where sure to be populating the spectators section. He would instead active his tree climbing jutsu and scales the building, walking to the top of the roof and takes a seat on the edge of the ledge over looking the fighting area.

Renji was pretty high up and for most people they would not be able to see anything from this distance, but luckily for the boy he had a byakugan that allowed him to see the fight just fine from where he was.

Arriving with some time to spare the Hyuuga would use this time to scan the crowd with his byakugan, he wanted to see if anyone else was here that he knew. As he was looking through the crowd he would come across  his teammate Saya, she appeared to be having a discussion with some big tall guy. Since hoshi gate, Renji had become quite proficient at reading lips  through his byakugan and he would see that Saya was asking the man nicely to move.

Seeing the way the man rolled his eyes and the frown it caused the girl to make would piss the young genin off. Having just lost one of his teammates, Renji was super protective over the other two. Getting up from his seat Renji would make a mad dash towards the area that his teammate was sitting in. She was a few sections over and a few below him so Renji would jump down a section every few meters.

Finally at the section above where Saya was sitting Renji would see through his Byakugan that Max was now standing on a chair talking to the man. Seeing this would cause Renji to become even more enraged.

Renji would jump down from the section above his friends landing in a super cool and graceful manor, one that even Komori would be envious/proud of had he been here to see. But Renji was not here for style points, he would immediately jump to his feet and grabs the man’s shoulder, holding it with just enough pressure to let the guy know he was not joking. “you should probably move” pausing for a second to make direct eye contact with the man “or should we help you” a straight expression on his face as he nods his head to the side bringing the man’s gaze to the puppets Max had summoned.  If that was not motivation enough for the guy to high tail it out of their then of course, Renji would assist Max’s puppets in relocating the gentleman; but hopefully the man would listen to reason.


Unlike Max, Renji’s demeanor would remain unchanged, still visibly upset as he takes a seat a row in front of everyone. he would also realize that Komon was here as well, and on a date at that. “what’s up everyone” Renji would say as he greets the group as a whole before focusing in on the fight as it was about to start if it had not already started. Renji would also pull out his jutsu encyclopedia, in hopes that he would be able to look up some of the jutsu used during the battle.

Renji would be confused when he sees Komori’s clone jump up into the stands “really? Hope that doesn’t come back to bite him in the butt.” Renji would mumble under his breath before returning to watching the fight.


WC
725

These fights seemed to go far too quickly for the average person. It went really fact for someone like Sakana who could actually watch the fights in with their fast speeds, he couldn’t imagine a civilian. He would think this as he was at the concussion stand trying to buy a pretzel (of course they were out of those so he had to settle for popcorn) and something to drink. He had waited for what seemed like forever and to top it all of it seemed as if the fight was staring. He practically threw the money down and quickly rushed to his seat which he had planned to have been next to Saya, but a bunch the rest of his friends had walked in while he was in line so he would just fill in wherever was empty.
 
Much to his surprise he would see an altercation between Renji, Max and some man sitting in front of Saya. They seemed to threaten the man into getting up out of his seat. The Meijin wondered the reason for the hostility considering they were supposed to be at a fun event. Sakana would go down and sit with his friends. Assuming the man had relocated himself, the chuunin would say “Easy now you two. I didn’t everything that happened over here, but forcing a civilian, even a rude one, out of his seat makes us look bad as shinobi. We’re trying to get people to respect us, not fear us. Are you okay Saya?” After the words came out of his mouth he realized it may have been a bit much, so he put on a grin and opened his mouth again, “But anyways, would anyone like some popcorn?” Then Sakana would would extend the bag towards his group.
 
It wasn’t until after he noticed Komon with some girl not to far away from them. He would have tried to introduce himself, but the fight was now in full force, and he got the feeling the if he didn’t watch it now there wouldn’t be anything else to watch a few moments from now. So, he turned his attention back to the fight, where Komori and that Reizo dude he still didn’t really know were fighting.
 
WC: 379

Her expression turned sour as she found herself continued to be ignored. This was not how the genin had wanted to spend her day. She had been wanting excited shouts and the “oohs” and “aahs” of the crowd when a particular move was executed splendidly. Instead, Saya found herself digging a hole through the man’s immense back. Luckily for her a friendly voice tore her away from her less than cordial thoughts. She blinked. A pretty girl with medium length brown hair was asking her if some of the seats were taken, and behind her was Komon Hyuuga.

Their hands were laced together sweetly. Another blink. Ah. Were they an item? That was the term, right? Saya couldn’t seem to remember as she stared at interlocked hands for a moment longer before addressing them. Her smile was small and a little forced. ”Not at all,” she said before jerking her head towards the obvious obstacle in front of them.

Saya certainly wouldn’t be able to see if she sat and judging by the other girl’s stature she wouldn’t be able to see either. Komon probably could, but his bandages were clear as day underneath his jacket. ”Though I suspect we wouldn’t be able to see much of the fight.”

And before Saya could even answer Komon’s greeting to her, Max and Renji appeared with a rather menacing demeanor. The blonde boy, usually sweet and innocent, had summoned one of his skeletal puppets. Renji, on the other hand, was devoid of the grin that had seemed to be a permanent fixture on his visage. His expression was drawn closed and his Hyuuga eyes were glaring at the civilian. It was quite the spectacle and with their combined efforts easily convinced the man to choose a seat elsewhere. A very, very far away seat.

”I take that back. Go ahead and make yourselves comfortable.” Saya said to Komon and the lady, gesturing for them to take up the open seats next to her own.

Turning her gaze back to her teammates, her heart swelled at their actions even if they weren’t portrayed in the most welcoming light. They had done it for her, and that was all that mattered to the girl at the moment. A small smile began to etch itself on her lips as she nodded towards them. ”Max! I’m glad you’re here.” Saya commented lightly as she lowered herself in between Max and the couple. Renji, however, chose to settle himself in the row in front of them. ”I’ll finally see Reizo in action. Right, Renji?”

Though her tone of voice held a bit of excitement to it, she cast her dark haired teammate a worried look before deciding to talk to him about it at a later date. It was Sakana’s presence that pulled her away from her troubling thoughts. She waved at him in greeting, ”Yeah, I’m fine. Good to see you here.” There was another sentence at the back of her mind, but Saya thought better of it. Sakana had always been someone that worried, and knew that her words usually fell flat on him no matter how many times she told him she could take care of herself. ”And I’m fine. Thanks for the offer though.”

She shook her head in a soft decline before sitting up and excitedly patted at Max’s hand. ”It’s starting!” Her face brightened before it immediately turned to a scowl. Komori had turned towards their direction and winked. Saya simply assumed it to be towards the girl with Komon, which confused her. Wasn’t it against the “bro code” or something? She glanced to the side to check up on the couple’s reaction, only to do so for a split second before diverting her gaze to Reizo’s face on screen.

For a split second the blonde jounin disappeared; he had made the first move and tried to close the distance between him and Komori. Saya knew she couldn’t afford to blink or else she’d miss something in the already intense fight. Komori, on the other hand, had begun a lightning technique.

WORD COUNT: 688
TOTAL WORD COUNT: 396 + 688 = 1084

NOTE: This post ends right in the middle of 2nd posting round of the main thread; when Komori pointed his finger at Reizo with a lightning jutsu. At this point, Komori’s clone couldn’t have been summoned yet.

Renji and max were both unexpectedly hostile, uncharacteristically in fact to the man in front of them. If there was a fight, Komon probably would have had to stop the two from injuring the man. But luckily, he listened to them without much of a fight. "That was a little much guys" Komon would say as the fight began to start.

Komori looked Amai's direction before mouthing dibs. Assuming he was still looking, he'd be greeted with the middle finger from both Amai, and Komon. She'd heard stories about the hozuki's way's and had been thoroughly warned. "Wow you really weren't kidding were you?" She'd ask, obviously assuming Komon had been exaggerating.

"Nope, that's just Komori in general" Komon would say, as his brother and friend clashed in the arena below. Hopefully it would be an entertaining match.

Max would simply hang his head a bit lower, knowing that he might have overreacted a bit. Max had been going through a great deal of stress lately, and the being that was growing inside him and telepathically linked any made it worse. It only served as a reminder that he still wasn't in the same league as Lord Mortarion. 

Almost under his breath, but loud enough for those around him to hear, he would simply apologize. He wasn't entirely sure what had been coming over him lately, but hopefully he would get a grasp on it before he did something that he would later regret. 

"Thank you for the assistance though, Renji. It is good to know that you have my back, even when what I am doing might not be the best course of action." Max would place his hand reassuringly on his teammates shoulder to really show that he does appreciate it. He would then move his hand off of Renji's shoulder, because just sitting there with your hand on your friends shoulder was weird, and even Max knew that.


"I can't wait to see how this pans out! Reizo should prove more than enough of a challenge to make Komori earn his "undefeated champion" title." Max would say, graciously accepting some of the popcorn that Sakana had offered. 

"How have you been, Sakana?" Max would ask, only for the fighting to begin. Things were moving at an incredible pace, Max barely able to keep up with the speeding Jounin.

Clonemori poofed away (or never showed up who knows)

--Exit?--