Akkuma
"Alllll-rriiiiight, our first participant is a Miroku Aaaakuuumaaaa!" Enter a gregarious man, possibly monster. He seemed to be one for the dramatic.
"Let those who would challenge my clan first bare witness to our strength!"
He declared and the crowd clapped as he approached the center of the ring.
"Miroku Akkuma comes from the frozen lands of Kirigakure and HE CLAIMS that their shinobi are the best because of their tenacity & ruthlessness. So let's see what he can do!" The crowd rejoiced with another series of applause. With a grandiose display of blood magic, forbidden seals and summons that transcended normal mortal confines Akkuma summoned his army.
"Now we show these mortals how it's done."
Zangyaku launched two hate spikes at the dummy. Satoshi stepped forward out of the coffin of shadows he was summoned from and gathered chakra into his hand. The corporeal, visible dark chakra grew bigger and pulsed with energy. Chakra became water as it grew to a Rasen-Tsunami dashing forward Satoshi slammed his attack down on the dummy. Dark tendrils shot out from Zangyaku and Satoshi unleashed a torrent of Rasen-Shuriken upon the dummy. Meanwhile the demon sage Kiri-nin Akkuma dashed forward slashing at the dummy with a concussive force, causing the unfortunate manequin to shudder in place. Re-appearing between his two summons after the last of his Higuma strikes, finally he held his scythe before him and what was done appeared to be only a flicker to less than discerning eyes. The force of that single swing cut through the air. Hitting not only the dummy but the walls behind it, the force would be enough to cut deeply into most materials.
He concluded with a loud, bloodthirsty roar the Kiri-nin demon sage raised his weapon up in the air. His back to the crowd, he departed. The dummy decapitated, the chest fractured and the head rolled across the arena.
In the crowd, not a sound could be heard but a young woman passed out. Blood poured from her mouth. Part of the crowd gathered around her, one of them called for a medic. The medic hopefuls had all left for the exam, all that would remain would be the select few who decided to spectate the exam. One of them would start tending to the strangely damaged woman and the announcer would let out a little cough.
"All righty then folks." He coughed a second time,
"Looks like we have a weiner... I erm mean WINNER!"
After the commotion ended, a young man was summoned into the ring. A fresh dummy was placed on the field whereupon the announcer called out the the crowd.
"Now we have, uh... a young man from Otogakure," the announcer proclaimed. A pair of samurai were exchanging out the dummies when this statement was made and they walked off without replacing the mannequin with the fresh one in hand and they exited the area without leaving the replacement.
"Isayama Takayuki!" There was a round of applause, not quite as energetic as the previous due to the unfortunate accident that caused that woman to mysteriously fall ill.
Isayama Takayuki
The young man seemed bored and somewhat reserved as he meandered into the arena. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed, his hair and shirt rumpled. It was always neat to see youngsters give this a go. He had an intense look about him despite his youth, despite the fact that he did not seem to want to be here. The young man cut his thumb and spread a strange symbol onto its armored breast before stepping away. His hands started to then form a seal, the announcer narrating the young boy's movements when the boy stopped. As if he just remembered something important he turned to the announcer and said
"Hey... can you hold this?" The smiling teen handed over the jacket to the announcer.
"I'd really like to not wreck it in the exam."
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"Ha-ha, hear that folks. This kid is pretty intense. Whatever you want,"[/color] the announcer laughed as he took the jacket from the Jounin hopeful and left the arena. Darkness seemed to swell immediately from the boy and permeate in the arena. The clock was ticking, in a flash a firestorm erupted in the area. It was impossible for the audience to even see what transpired, fire and smoke so powerful and noxious even the audience had to take a step back as a wave of heat seared the very air they breathed. In the sky, a ball of fire plummeted down at them, fire lashed out towards the rapidly falling fireball and the audiance let out a unified gasp. It stuck down, like a nuclear bomb, a cloud of smoke billowed into the air and the concussive force sent those near the edges of the area reeling back. At the heart of the area, there was a crater and at the bottom of the crater was a one Isayama Takayuki. The dummy was nowhere to be seen.
Wowee, great job there kiddo! A real-spit fire!" The crowd burst into a loud applause,some whistled and shouted out 'good job kid.' Shame the kid did not like fighting, he was good at it.
Otandai Shoma
After that display there was a brief intermission, the dummy was never recovered but they refilled the arena with a few tons of sand and mixed stones. In the meantime, a young meditative man waited for his turn to make his village proud. His turn would finally come, the young man looked more like a older student with his choice of garb despite his broad shouders and matured face. The crowd met him with applause, excited to see what the next display would bring.
"And here we have Oooootaaaaandaaaaiiii Shoooooma!" The announcer yelled out his name, extending the vowels as he called it out as if the Iwagakurian was entering a boxing match instead of a demonstration.
Shoma represents Iwagakure and Master Masuda Furu, thank you for coming here!"
"I shall display a small amount of the strength shown to me by Master Masuda Furu, Swordsmaster and Samurai of the Fire Country, and the blessing of Sarutahiko Okami, immortal guardian spirit of the Petrified Forest." The examinee then pressed his right fist against his left open palm, bringing the joined hands to the left of his hip before he bowed to the north, to the south, the east and west. The crowd was utterly silent while he did this, curious to see what he would do after he centered himself.
He pulled out a wooden blade, there was a guffaw heard among members of the audience.
What was he going to do with that? This was followed by more meditation and concentration before a possibly enlightened or suddenly prepared fighter would proceed to bludgeon the unfortunate puppet with his stick. He was fast, for the most part it looked like Shoma was standing next to the puppet, the only sign that somethng was happening was the fact that the puppet was denting and shuddering. with the final blow a resounding crack was head and the breastplate of the puppet was split.
That seemed to be everything. The audience was quiet for a moment before they joined their hands together in another round of applause.
"Well, there you have it folks. That was a new one," he spun around and punched the air with his fist.
"What an incredible display of power with a non-lethal weapon!"</B><i></i> Not far, a young man collapsed. his body was covered in bruises, it appeared that he was badly beaten but no assault was seen. He was still standing somehow but he appeared badly hurt and considering the expression on the man's face it was entirely unexpected. His visage contorted in pain, a fellow spectator leaned under the young man's arm and started to escort him away.
Another one? Members of the audience whispered.
Izumi Amaya
A fresh dummy was placed in the arena. A cute girl walked out into the arena, some clapped, a few jeered, a few whistled. She would square off with her newest nemesis: a dummy. It sounded like a rather mundane experience but people can make something of just about anything. Her long spiderleg-like fingers danced through an array of handseals. Some rather complex and as she did this. She would perhaps not cause the damages the others had but she performed a miracle in Soons Haven that day. Snow fell from the heavens, the flakes as sharp as razors but the people would not know that as they fell to the ground inside of the area. They scratched at the armor that the dummy wore and as it did so a woman in the audience started to bleed. It was not noticeable at first, even to her. These shallow cuts under her clothes. So razor-thin, they were barely felt.
Inside of the arena the young woman continued with a physical assault against the dummy, it rattled where it stood and the same young woman appeared to be knocked over. Someone in the audience would ask her if she was alright, the scene was not as great as the previous other injuries. She would be scratched up, but the good Samaritan would assume it was from the fall. Inside the area the young woman would continue her attacks, the final state of the dummy unknown as a great igloo of icy mirrors surrounded the battleground. The audience with sit and wait with bated breath for her ultimate Haku technique to resolve revealing a snowy floor and a tattered dummy. They would applaud the entertaining spectacle and she would depart.
Matsui Jomei
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"Veeeerrrry Good, let's have another round of applause as our next demonstration comes onto the field. Maaaaaatsuuuuiiii Jooomeeeei!"[/color] The crowd clapped excitedly although there were patches of silence. Some of the spectators had gotten restless after the previous several displays. Was something going on? No, they would not do that here. No.
The young man made his appearance, not as gregarious as the past few, more somber or perhaps nervous although he was dressed to impress in Iwa regalia.
“Is it alright if I start from fifty meters out?” He called up to the announcer as if he were a deciding figure. The judge nodded in affirmation. When the kid looked as if he was ready to go, the announcer declared it was start time and the clock started to tick down. The boy was not just a meek young lad, but rather a spider that was not skittering away. All four of the appendages were crimson and their hardened carapace glistened dully in the sun with sharp barbs on his forearms. The bow on his back unclasped and drew before him, it grew to be thrice its previous and original size. The other pair stretched a string from tip top recurve and took a spider mucus arrow - rock hard and sharp enough to pierce through steel.
While the young man prepared the camera panned over to a robed man shaded by the brim of a wide hat. It was none other than the Tsuchikage Ii Hissori.
<B>"And here we have a late-comer, Tsuchikage Ii Hissori!" The announcer had unwittingly ratted the tardy Kage out but there was a appreciative applause from the crowd. The could not see the bags under his eyes or the pallor of his skin although a few ladies and a confident young gentleman would make their approach to get a closer look at the foreign leader and try to shake his hand. The speakers blared and the son shone greatly, this was the worst place for the hungover man to show but he must be dedicated to this young man for whatever reason.
With a single decisive action, hand on grip and arrow resting on the shelf, Jomei drew back a single gilded arrow. He released the arrow as the second ten-second round started and with a propellant force the single arrow shot through the air with a whistle. The arrow hit is mark and shot through the unfortunate armored mannequin, straw and dust flew out from its backside and as this happened the Tsuchikage let out a cough. His heart hurt just then.
Was it reflux? Perhaps that unsettling drink he had the night before lingered still in his gut. The straw conflagrated in the air, being reduced to ash before it reached the ground and the poor dummy rotated on an unseen axis like a top rattling as it went 'round.
His other appendages were already in the midst of a series of handseals before the arrow even landed on its mark. The center of the stadium floor glowed as if a sun was birthed in Soon’s Haven today, yet it continued to shrink down, and the burning ring became less, and less magnificent, but the searing heat partitioned the audience and the puppet into two separate arenas. Jomei's last two hands revealed themselves, a sextet with his
middle and ring fingers pressing against his palms from which he of pair of yellowed spiderwebs that spun about in an arching transit into a
circular current of flames. The crowd 'oohed' as the flames consumed his webbing,disappearing beneath a cloud of gloomy smoke.
The smoke cleared to reveal a molten cocoon of golden webbing, which covered the target and field alike. And once the buzzer rang, the crowds cheered and to their knowledge nothing went wrong. The confident young man left the area waving with likely a smile on his face. As the cheering ended, a grumble came from within the coccoon, the webbing rattled unnaturally. Then, the golden webbing began to tear and rip strand by strand as if the wooden target was about to get up and walk away. Riddled and intrigued, the stirring crowd settled back in place long enough to watch as the giant coccoon erupted with countless Sand Spiders which picked the target apart once the coccoon was set. There was a yell or two among the arachnophobes in the audience but most saw it as the work of a showman and erupted again in applause, giving the boy a standing ovation for his encore.
"And there we have it folks. Maaaaaatsuuuuiiii Jooomeeeei from Iwagakure!"
Ayatsuri Ginjiro
That was supposed to be it for participants. The announcer was about to give his closing statement when one more shown up at the arena gate. The waltzed in as if he belonged.
"Uh, it looks like we have oooooneee more!" He waves his hand in the direction of the young man.
"Hello all! My name is Ayatsuri Ginjiro, and I'm very excited to bring this show to you today. I hope you enjoy it!" With that, the young man slipped out a scroll from the bunch that he carried around his left leg. Unfurling the scroll, he released the seal on his newly created Advanced Puppet. A puff of white smoke surrounded them briefly while the Kohonan attached his chakra strings to the automaton. Calling out to the audience, it was clear that the young man liked the attention.
"Watch closely, everyone! This isn't something you'll see everyday!" With a flick of his wrist, the young man prompted a portion of the puppet to lift up from the back, allowing for the young man to step inside of the puppet. As the creation wrapped around him like a piece of living armor, he began to test the puppet's coverage and range of movement.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, keep your eyes on that dummy. You don't want to miss the action!" Suddenly, as if melting away into the very air they breathed, the young man disappeared. It would take a truly talented tracker ninja to find him now. His voice would reverberate out from seemingly nowhere, but would assuredly make its way to each and every one of the onlookers.
"And now, for the main event. Might get a little hot out here, everyone..." Suddenly, the dummy seemed to erupt into flames — a beam of highly condensed light and heat simmering the little punching bag. And yet, the puppet that Ginjiro operated was nowhere to be seen. Not a moment passed before two great balls of infernal fire appeared on top of the dummy, violently exploding as it expanded to incinerate the thing. This poor dummy had been through hell and back, literally.
As the fires burned bright, a silhouette could be seen against the bright backdrop of the fires. It was the young contestant, still within his puppet. Smiling and posing, the young man called out to the crowd once more.
"Behold, the power of the Village Hidden in the Leaves. Don't ever forget the might of Leaf City!" And with that, almost as if to add a slight bit of sass to the end of the performance, the young man in the puppet suit extended his arm down to release one last wisp of fire onto the dummy. It might have taken the full ten seconds of time allotted for Ginjiro to complete his tasks, but he certainly surpassed the Otogakurian's 'high score.' However, there was a reason he stopped half way through the round.
He wanted to stay conscious.
The ground was scorched. The puppet was nowhere to be found. The puppeteer, still in his smoldering puppet armor laid unconscious on the ground.
Meanwhile, someone in the audience let out a terrible scream as a viewed spontaneously combusted. Chaos would ensure this time as the unfortunate person only ran a few steps before they passed out, leaving only blackened bones. The civilians screamed and started to scatter. Some blamed the reckless unconscious youth, others blamed the shinobis as a whole considering this was not the first accident. What if none of them were coincidental?
An angry audience would then begin to converge on the spent shinobis.
The madness of a thousand witnesses fleeing the theater of combat fell silent once the frightened ones made their hasty exits, and the remaining citizens attempted to rampage on the foreign ninja who came to exhibit their strength. Before the enraged citizens could even throw a punch, they were all captured in pitch black spheres of chakra. An abundance of the black concentrated chakra constructs were littered around the place, sitting pretty as the conflicting ninja tried their own takes on assessing the situation. There were there chaps who took a moment to breath and take things in; and then there were the alphas who led with their might.