Tsuna vs Enishi [Observation]

The day had came and gone, and now stood the finals of the Nova Exam. The stadium had been crowded as the village came to see and cheer on their own champion. One had been seen leaving the area of one Tsuna Hoshimura, clad in black attire and a mask that could only be seen as "demonic". The black threads covered his body from neck to toe paired with a pair of black boots. The eye sockets of the mast bore an eerie blue light as he walked through the crowd and to the top of the stadium itself. The place where the VIPs, Shinobi and other members of Hoshi proper stood one Morio Ametsuchi. Three figures stood at his left and right, one flying directly above his head. Many did not recognize the quartet and they would be right not too. To his left stood a slender woman with long, flowing purple hair. Her clothes were reminiscent of a distant time. A beautiful ivory and purple Kimono adorned her body paired with a pair of long shinobi tabi. Her purple eyes scanned the crowd for a moment before moving slightly over to the armor clad male. To his right however, stood a smaller male who seemed to be unamused by all of the people, but stood tall with the others. His attire had been rather interesting. The young male wore a chestplate with armored pants and a hood, his dragon like red eyes were focused on the stage as they walked down the stairs. The black dragon floated above the trio in silence, the aura of the dragon causing a slight panic among the more normal of the crowd, but to others would be a spectacle. The three would continue onward until Morio had reached a seat that had his name written on it. Two seats beside him had been empty, so the trio sat.

Confusion could be heard around them as they sat down, the mask had remained on but the silence between the three was cut short by the younger male," Why are these people staring as if they do not know you...Its the mask. Take the dumb thing off," the boy would proceed to play grabby hands with the older Ametsuchi until his left hand had reached out to stop the boy in his tracks. Sighing he would place four of his fingers on his right hand on the mask as a distinct clicking could be heard. As the gears of the mask whirled to life and after a small his he would pull it forward to reveal his face. The icy blue eyes would settle on the male as he pushed his face slightly and sat the mask in his lap," You know better than try to remove my mask Ryouma...Next time i'll punt your ass somewhere," a soft giggle could be heard from their left as Reimi apparently was humored by it. The dragon however was unamused by the antics of his pact bearer and his...ilk. His eyes however moved to Tsuna and Enishi as he finally broke his own silence," So that is who you made the armor for...Interesting. That boy carries Hoshimura blood in him doesn't he? I look forward to seeing what comes of this," the dragon was intrigued only because it had been quite some time since he had seen a Hoshimura do battle. Maybe their ilk had grown since his time. For now Morio turned his gaze to the stage, wondering who would come out on top. His money had been on Tsuna fore a variety of reasons, but maybe Enishi had something new that could put him ahead.

Morio's WC: 613
Raimei: 613 WC
Ryouma: 613 WC

And so the finals had come. The last time Yuuma had entered into the finals of anything, it had been the Chuunin exams where he had witnessed the glorious rise of both of today's combatants. Admittedly, he much more preferred to be in the stands than taking to the field. Performance had never been his strong suit as he had plainly displayed in his withdrawal from the previous exams. But not these two. Both of them stood out in the field, facing one another and battered by both the announcer's commentary and the shower of applause that came from the stands. In recent years, the once cold and standoffish people of Hoshigakure have found themselves energized by the shinobi practice that they had once feared. A result of many long days of hard work that many in the stands today had taken part in, though no more than the two that now stood each other down in the middle of the arena.

Standing at the railing, Yuuma would be cloaked in the newly made Mantle of Stars with the display of the constellations above rippling over his form down to the floor beneath him, a reflection on what the night would have shown had the sun taken its leave of the day. A sky blue gaze would turn first to the combatant he knew less, Enishi Kurosawa, a man he had met for the first time in the Chuunin Exams though hadn't ever gotten to formally meet face to face. Apparently, the man was known as some manner of Sage though Yuuma hadn't had the opportunity to have tea with the man and knew very little about him. His eyes flickered across the field to Tsuna as the black armor-clad knight made his way out. He could hear the uproar of cheers and idle comments offered on behalf of the spectators, but Yuuma briefly looked back to a time when he and Tsuna had found themselves at a contest with a family and their troubles, only to end with a brawl in a warehouse. It felt like so long ago, yet Yuuma remembered well the fire that burned in the younger partner he had that day. That fire that had never dimmed or wavered for a moment. The same fire that would now sorely test this Sage in order to see who would rise to the top.

Together, these two shared the singular goal of excellence in the things they do. Both shared a defeat by Jin Akimichi, and both had taken tremendous strides forwards whilst Yuuma had been tending his pharmacy. While he had been sweeping floors and counting vitamins, these two had been pushing the boundary of their body and mind to hone them into a finer weapon than either of them held today. These two. The shining stars of Hoshigakure. Yuuma was certain the two of them were sharing words though he was much too far away to make out the details. Quietly, Yuuma hoped that the two of them were sharing words of encouragement as the two of them stood at the very pinnacle, having overcome every foe up to this point and standing to prove themselves. The monk's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden shout from the stands near him, a cheer going out for Enishi that would cut through the arena like a blast, prompting Yuuma to glance back towards Ryumi past the hood he had pulled up. A small grin pushed across Yuuma's face before he looked back to the battlefield. "You have come a long way, Tsuna. And there is still more to go. You walk with our village behind you and beside you every step of the way. Show us all how brilliant you truly are."


WC - 625

The bickering continued between the two males for just a moment before Ryouma had sighed and crossed his arms much like a child. Admitting defeat was not in his nature but the feeling of that gaze from the dragon behind him was the equivalent of a grandad telling his grandchild to chill the fuck out. Ryouma instead decided to look at the arena and wait for the battle to start. Morio was about to turn to look at Reimei to see what she thought so far when he heard a familiar voice enter his ear. Turning just slightly, the icy blue eyes would find Miki's own green eyes. A smile appeared as he turned back slowly to the stage," Well if it isn't Miki. I knew I heard a familiar voice. How have you been?," her question caused him to chuckle for a moment as his index finger on his left hand lifted for just a moment as he pointed at Tsuna," I am rooting for the one I made a very special armor for. If he loses this then i'm going to roast him alive...," there was no hint of a joke in his voice as he could hear the small dragon behind him chuckle. Morio would activate his Kenseigan and begin to watch as the fight began, maybe they were exchanging words first but the chakra around them, to Morio at least, would begin to mold and erupt outward. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he continued to watch. Both Ryouma and Reimei would activate their own Kenseigan as they could now see what their father had been looking at. This was just the prelude to the fight, but once Tsuna made his move it was apparent he was going in with the intent to end this before it began. Maybe Enishi would have a response, but it seemed his will was gone. Such a shame it would end as soon as it began, but due to someone in the stands not far from him screaming for Enishi not to give up, he found his resolve.

A small smile appeared on his face as he activated that technique again...Grand Chariot? The bane in his side when they had fought, but if Tsuna had been watching he would have a response for it. The two continued to clash but what came next was what Morio wanted to see. If this fight ended quickly it would be interesting, if not maybe Enishi might have had a chance yet Morio doubted that.
Morio's WC: 425
Reimei's WC: 425
Ryouma's WC: 425

Morio chuckled as he looked back to her and looked down to himself and then to the two beside him," Well besides me growing up a tad and getting some nice eyes, nothing much. These two are Ryouma and Reimei. You can call them my children of sorts even though one acts like a brat and the other quite well-mannered and nice. The grumpy lizard behind me however is someone very close to my family...and has charged me as his "champion"," the red eyes would slowly find their way to the champion of the Ametsuchi, a glare but the young heir didn't care. It was comical at least. Turning his head back, he would continue to watch though something that Miki said caused Morio to chuckle," Tsuna has a student? The cold and bitter male actually warmed up to someone. You must be either very special or very fortunate to be taken under his wing, one could almost be envious of that," though he didn't turn around to speak to her the words would reach her nonetheless. The start of the match had been favorable for Tsuna, but Enishi found ways to deal with what had been coming toward him whether it was dumb luck or resourcefulness. Seeing this side of Tsuna made sense because he knew the male was very cold and ruthless. Unlike Morio who wanted nothing more than to enjoy the tides of battle, Tsuna wanted nothing more than to end them before they began.

As the two clashed, he noticed a few things in Tsuna's arsenal namely the seven pieced blade that he carried on his back. It was definitely made of Hoshimura steel but not something he forged," So you've made your own weapon i see...Let's see how it holds up against the storm," maybe it was his pride as a blacksmith, but he knew his crafts were nothing but amazing. What did catch his eye was the transformation Tsuna had done. The strange amalgamation of chakra felt foreign yet similar to Enishi's and Yamato's which led him to believe that they all carried the same type of transformation ability. Something he may have to look into later, but this only meant he was taking this truly serious. As he moved toward Enishi, Morio sat up fully taking an interest in what would happen next," This may be the last decisive moment for this battle...watch closely."

The entire battle had been building up to a certain point, Tsuna Bittersteel and Enishi Kurosawa were both fantastical opponents and shinobi inside of this very village. Ones that everyone in the stands could look up to as a standard that all shinobi should hope to achieve in their own lifetime. Ryumi is staring at the fighting events unfolding. She wanted Enishi to win, she wanted him to win because no one else in her side of the stands wanted him to win against Tsunayoshi. She heard every clash of metal, every roar that was ushered from Enishi’s own mouth with each attempt at striking down the Hoshimura. She could feel the excitement beginning to spread throughout the very crowds themselves with how the battle was going. Boys and girls are all cheering for Tsuna and Enishi to continue fighting. Each scream that was uttered was followed shortly after byu another one, and then another one. It was everything the finale of this exciting tournament had in store. The spectacle enticed the crowd to watch further while two shinobi were battling it out for honor and the position of becoming a part of the Nova corps. The constant blaring of noise had Ryumi positively invigorated with relief that Enishi had been doing so well. Especially when he pulled out that wicked sage mode that he had been hiding within his back pocket the whole time. The stadium erupts in a magnificent gold, covering the entire Audience with the sheer light that was being reflected off of the aura itself. Ryumi was practically shouting along with the crowds at this point, calling for Enishi to win. Everything was so close, everything was going perfectly, Enishi could actually get it into the bag!

Yet suddenly the crowd stops, before a sudden gasp fills the stadium, commotion brimming inside of the stands with people shouting and screaming. She tried to squint her eyes as to what had happened. Yet it was only the aftermath of everything else that had her wide eyed at the results. Enishi’s chest had an entire shuriken embedded into it…. Enishi had… Enishi….

Was he going to die?

No, Tsunayoshi wouldn’t end a prospect like that… Yet why did she feel a sudden cold as well. A few of the crowd felt it as well… The way he stood there, staggering and barely even able to stand…. Yet he continued to fight! Enishi would continue to fight against The Raven. Yet vestige of once soldiers and people of Hoshimura all clammered around Enishi… He was completely surrounded… Yet he still would try and go out swinging… Ryumi only started with amusement and pride at seeing someone risk it all…. Enishi surely was someone formidable… Yet she couldn ‘t help but want to fight as well…. She controlled herself however, only standing within the stadium as she stared without blinking… Enishi’s crucified body was certainly alarming. His blood flying across the stadium in blackened heaps on the floor, his body plunging onto the ground with a sudden slam. As Ryumi felt her heart sink slightly… Did he… truly die?

No, instead Enishi would speak with Hoshimura it seemed, giving one last final hurrah even in the face of defeat. Ryumi could only pause for one moment before simply raising a fist to show her respect for the battle at hand, sure it was a bit corny, yet she felt better in doing so then in any other moment. This fight, with all of it’s twists and turns and spectacles and bloodshed. Was something that made her feel alive to see again, she felt this spark, her body flickering slightly with energy with every passing moment. Her admiration continued to grow on these two, and towards Morio as well in the back. Who had also fought within this tournament to determine who would become a part of the prestigious Nova Corps.

“Good job you two.”

WC:654
TWC:1577