A Duel - The Tigers Claws (p)

It was yet another hot day, and the relentless heat of the summer had reached its peak entering the middle of the season. Found sitting in his bedroom was yogimiru his head firmly placed within one of the new books he had recently bought, finding it hard to concentrate on the words as his energy and impatience built the young man wiggling in his chair as he tried to read. Leaping from his chair with a spring into a long limbering stretch he would loudly announce "God dam it, how long will i be waiting to be assigned a squad".A full two weeks had passed since he obtained his genin status and although he was able to take on d and e rank missions he was itching to test his strength with a real challenge.

Slothing around the house without purpose yogimiru became bored, wandering from room to room, letting out a monumental sigh he decided he would enter the village and look for something to do. Dressed in his standard outfit consisting of a long white kosode and hakama tied together with his ninja headband as a belt, opening the door the bright sun was blinding for a few seconds as his eyes adjusted.

Leaving the hyuuga compound yogi would begin to wander around aimlessly moving deeper into the central hub of the city. The busy streets and overall excitement of the city vibrated throughout the village lifting the spirits of the community, passing by shops yogi would stroll passed a enormous aged building baring a dated architecture echoing repeating sounds *Yah, yaH*.

Peaking his curiosity his feet moving on their own followed the noise to enter the establishment, filled with rows of people varying in age and sex rehearsing the actions of the man in front of them demonstrating martial art techniques. "I don't think ive ever seen this place" he thought to himself as his head rolled around and his eyes absorbed the area, greeted with a warm welcoming smile "Hello there young man, Have you come to join out class" a voice would chime from outside of yogimirus peripherals.

Circling around to yogis front side stood a short man roughly 5'6 his body was toned and strengthened displaying a bodies peak physical condition, the man now looking over yogi and noticing his village head band he would speak once more despite yogimirus silence. "Oh a ninja have you come for a sparring partner?", peaking yogis curiosity and forcing a response "Oh you guys offer sparring here?, that would be fantastic" replying with a smile.
"Of course, we offer all village ninja free taijutsu training here" the man replies, feeling excited at the prospect of a challange yogimiru would cockily state "Hope you have someone good" with a devious smile, "Oh im sure we can offer a challange, come with me" the man states with a slight chuckle.

Escorting yogimiru to a fighting ring behind the row of student the man stands in the middle of the ring sliding the top of his gi off to reveal his stone chiseled muscles. Taking a deep breath and loudly exhaling the man would place his hands together and bow towards yogi "I hope i can offer a challenge" the man states assembling a kung fu stance.
Adopting his mark, a meter from one of the dojo's teachers yogi would return the curtesy and bow towards the teacher before sliding into his gentle fist stance, his left arm taking his back and right arm curled and pointed towards the man swaying like a snake ready to strike, "We have a few rules here, first, only taijutsu techniques are legal, second we award points based on striking, a clean hit will be worth one point and a knock down will be awarded with two, the first person with a total of five points wins the bout. Do you agree?" instantly replying with a confident "let's get to it then" the pair leaped into action.

Yogimirus opposition would make the first more closing the meter gap within a blink of an eye he would launch a pawing strike with his hands held like a cats claw, caught of guard by the mans speed yogimiru would barely be able to react, contorting his body to had the strike barely graze by him. Putting yogimiru on the back foot the man would resume his attack with a left right combo with one strike being launched diagonally across yogis check and the second blow aimed at the young mans stomach.

Being placed on the defense yogi had no other choice but to react to the pressure, barely tracing his opponents movements and his body twisted in a compromising position he would only be capable to shift his centre of gravity backwards to avoid the diagonal slash but not enough to ward off the blow to the stomach. Receiving a savage blow crippling him and lowering him to one knee the teacher retreated back two his mark announcing "knock down, 2 points."

Amazed and inspired by the skill of the man standing in front of him yogi raised to his feet with a smug grin "Finally a challenge," he would state taking his mark once more. Activating his byakugan and returning to his gentle fist stance the pair would exchange a nod leaping into action. Now able to preceive his opponents actions slightly fast yogimiru was able to react, upon the pairs clash a barrage of strikes and counters would be exchanged between the two, utilizing the kung fu style : tiger the dojo teacher would swipe and claw at the young man launching a blistering three hit combo consisting of a horizontal swipe directed towards the head follow be two diagonal swipes with the left and right.

Yogimirus body acting on sheer memory would use the base of his palms, intercepting each blow and redirecting its flight path outside of his strike zone. Retaliating with a swift counter-attack after his successful parries, yogi would strike slamming his two main fingers into the left shoulder blade of his opponent.
The teacher following yogis movements would instantly react sending his right arm to intercept yogis strike his a grab, reaching its mark as the strike connects to minimize the damage the man could suddenly feel a striking pain radiating through his muscles. Staying on his feet and backing away he would simply reply "Clean hit, one point."
The pair having exchanged twice where slowly becoming use to the others rhythm, reclaiming their starting positions once more the teacher would grab at his shoulder, the striking pain from his shocked teketsu point had slowed down his right sides movements "So thats the hyuuga gentle fist, It certainly packs a punch" the teacher would start releasing his shoulder and returning to his tiger stance.

"As do your claws" yogi would reply with the start of a chuckle returning to his stance. The pause between the two showing a sign of respect they could each feel when the bout would start. Putting on a class of high-level taijutsu, the spar had become a spectacle, multiple by standers watching keenly the two would begin their third exchange.
Trying to throw off the mans timing yogi would be the first to attack becoming the aggressor, whipping his arms with a range of piercing finger strikes and flat bottoming palms yogi would pursue the tiger user with a relentless pace. The teachers style much better suited to aggression would ever slightly falter, reacting and countering the majority of his blows yogimirus hand would slide between his defenses finishing a five hits combo with landing a palm bottom on the mans chest.

Leaping backwards as yogis forceful palm hits his chest the dojo master retreats to avoid the majority of the impact. Finding himself a few feet away from the young man he would stand firm briefly before dropping to all fours, letting out a gasp and feeling the impact of the shredding blows of the gentle fist the teacher undoubtedly was in a searing pain.

Taking a few seconds to compose himself yogi showing worry for the man would merely ask "Im sorry are you okay?" the teacher raising back to his feet and stretching his body would smile at the young man "Im fine, Knock down two points. Thats three to two your favour." Starting the bout once more yogis opponents aura had seamed to change, becoming cold and serious he intent had clearly changed.

Leaping into action with the furry of a alpha preditor, the master would batter yogi with a forceful attack, seeking his prey like the styles name sake his overwhelming strength and speed would cause yogi little room to respond, barely intercepting the strikes yogi would reach out to parry. While being able to meet his opponent attack with a parry the mounting power would force through his defences hitting yogi with several crushing strikes bruising his right arm and left rib.

Pushing from his forward foot backwards yogi would retreat before the finisher landed, "Clean hit one point"  yogi would grabbing at his rib taking a moment before meeting his mark. Directly tied at three to three the pair knew that a finishing blow could win them the bout. Standing across from one another the two exchanged looks communicating everything the needed to within one glance.
The pair aiming to finish the fight would enter there final exchange, maintaining the furry speed and strength of the previous bout the dojo master would seak out the victory with a overwhelming display of strength, responding with slick and weaving movements displaying accuracy and agility the combat would resemble that of a snake and a cat locked into a death battle.

His opponent swatting at him with a blistering combination holding a multitude of horizontal and diagonal swings and followed with the introduction of slicing midding kicks his feral movements pounced around the young man, sliding and darting in response yogimiru with great precision weaves around evading the blows.

The mens actions moved with such a high level of ability the majority of their movements where missed by the watching bystanders. Set into a silence the room was filled with the slapping and clapping noises of the exchange. As the two remained in explosive action there rythm had matched each reacting to the other as if they knew what the other was thinking. Pushing well passed several minutes the two continue their dance around the ring each taking turns on attack and defense it seamed like they were locked in a stalemate. Coming two the same realization the two separated giving a meter distance between the two, Both entering the finishing stance the teachers hands would glow with a dense blue light around his hands.

Yogimiru entering his eight trigrams stances he was suspicious about was coming, seeing the heavy chakra around the mans hands the finger tips sharp like claws the threat was obvious. Waiting for the master to attack he would initiate the technique the moment he was within striking distance. Pouncing into the air with a newfound agility the master would aim to finish him in one blow, Retaliating with firing two strikes the first to lands would be the winner.
Time slowed down as the pairs strikes moved towards one another, the mans new found speed had provided him the edge, avoiding yogis first strike by rotating his body and then following to hit the young mans thigh with a devastating blow. Crippling yogimiru with agonising pain the unknown technique send the young man crashing into the floor with a muffled groan of pain.

Standing above the young man and announcing "Knock down, two points and game", barely able to return to his feet the attack of a tiger certainly left its mark, his body withstanding a radiating shock it felt like the impact was absorbed through his whole leg. Standing straight and offering a humbling bow towards his opponent yogimiru would offer a smile "Thank you for the fight, My name is Hyuuga Yogimiru" he would state as a sign of respect.

Returning his sign with a similar bow and revealing his name "Thank you young man, they call me Master Moji, im a teacher at this establishment." the man would reply as he take a seat along side yogi. Exchanging a comfortable silence over the passing minutes, Breaking the silence by raising to his feat and taking his leave, "Yogimiru, i look forward to seeing you in the future" Moji would say before yogis departure, "Thank you master, as do i" he would reply before limping out of the building.


Ap used : -1 Byakugan - 20 Teketsu Needle.  - 5 Palm Bottom, - 20 Eight Trigrams : Sixty four plams
Total ap : 150 - 46 = 104
Word Count : 2109
Stat Gain : 10
Jutsu Training :  Eight Trigrams : Palms Revolving Heaven : 2011/3000
+ 989 = 3000/3000
Gentle Step : Front Kick - D Rank : 1120/1250
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