Why not? [Open RP]

[Uragaeshi Riyoji]

Today was like any other, wake up, skip breakfast with the family, wander around until you get tired and find a place to sleep. Ri awoke in his bedroom at the same time as normal and got dressed in the same clothes as only, and making sure to grab his weaponry and straw hat before exiting his home. Like pretty much every day, it was cold in Kumogakure and Ri complained to himself via his thoughts while staring into the gray abyss that resides above the village. Occasionally he would hear a female's voice and look that way to see if they would be eye candy. Sometimes they were, other times they were the most hideous thing he had ever seen. As he wandered, Ri became increasingly hungry and eventually decided to pay more attention to his surroundings until he found a place to eat.

The first place he came across was fairly close to the Colosseum, but he didn't really care at first. Yet, as he ate, he found himself looking at the Colosseum more and more. Maybe the thought of glorious battle excited him? Or maybe, just maybe, this food was making him high. The second possibility seemed more probable if you look at Ri's personality, but that didn't change the fact that he was certainly interested now. By the time he had finished eating, Ri came to the decision that he'd try out sparring in the arena. Using "why not?" as his personal excuse to do so, he stood up and made his way into the Colosseum. He had to sign several papers in order to gain admittance into the ring, which annoyed him of course, he thought it would be quick and easy. But whatever.

After the final paper was signed, he was allowed entrance to the ring where he was told to wait until another person went through the same process. Letting out a sigh as he walked to the side opposite the entrance, Ri removed his straw hat, bow, and arrows. Sitting down, he rested his back against the wall behind him and placed his katana in his lap. He figured it would take a while for another person to enter, so he decided to close his eyes and rest until the time came to fight. Why was he doing this? Why did he choose to enter a Colosseum and fight, wasting valuable energy doing so. Oh wait, right, "Why not?"

The fact that he used such a dumb excuse like that to fool himself, that food he ate HAD to be drugged if he thought like that. But oh well, it was to late to turn back now, what was he going to do? Exit the ring and say, "Hey, sorry, I don't actually feel like fighting, can I just leave?" Screw that! It'd ruin his reputation if he left so soon after entering without so much as a bead of sweat running down his forehead! He'd have to go through with this, and hey, how cool would it be if he got a scar or something? Chicks dig scars, so this could defiantly be a good way to become a chick magnet. This thought brought a smile to his face, the game has begun, he'll be both a bad ass warrior, and a hot guy with scars. He'll be irresistible!​

 

[Morikou Asuchi]

Asuchi pushed his way through the crowd at the Colosseum, trying to find his way to Shinbatsu’s Path. He liked to come down here to train sometimes; the facilities were top notch. The only downside was that the quality attracted everyone and their mother, so it was annoying to deal with all the people, but it was worth it. Sometimes.

He skirted his way around the Colosseum, heading for the familiar entrance to the training grounds, when one of the promoters caught his attention.

“Calling anyone and everyone. Do you think you have what it takes? Do you want to test your mettle on the highest level? We’ve got one combatant inside the walls, waiting for someone tough enough to take him on. Are you that challenger?”

Asuchi normally ignored these guys but something about his words and the tone of his voice was interesting. It seemed that the man already inside the walls had been waiting for a bit for someone to fight. He was probably restless. Asuchi was looking to train anyway. It had been a while since he sparred against anyone. He didn’t know how strong the man was, but, as an experienced chuunin, he was confident that he could hold his own. Besides, fights in the Colosseum were non-lethal anyway. The worst that would happen would be some cuts and bruises. He was a shinobi, when did he not have those?

He walked up to the promoter and nodded, before being swept through some tunnels to fill out some paperwork. Standard liability waivers. If anything ridiculous happened, these things didn’t mean much anyway. Why bother in the first place?

After a couple flourishes of a pen, the tunnel into the ring was opened and he walked out, throwing his training bag to one side of the entrance. He took a few more steps forward and looked at the man sitting down on the opposite side of the arena. Glancing to each side, he said more to himself than anything, ”So… when do we start?”

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[MFT]

 

[Uragaeshi Riyoji]

As he heard the voice in front of him, Ri opened his eyes and looked at who he could only assume to be his opponent. He didn't seem to tough, but looks could be deceiving, so he'd try not to make any assumptions. Just to be careful, Ri planned on preparing for the fight a little before it actually even started, thinking of a couple of ways he could do that.

"I suppose we just start whenever. Let's have a fair fight." Ri said this with an honest smile, but wasn't being completely honest. He clapped his hands together and bowed, but it wasn't out of respect as much as it was to hide some hand signs. With luck, he would successfully fool the man that had just walked into the ring into thinking he was bleeding all over, he just had to be subtle with casting the jutsu in order to make sure he won't know to try and stop it. Although it was a low level jutsu, it could still give him the perfect distraction to get the first hit in.

Picking up his katana, he began walking over to the man. As he came within range, he quickly drew his sword and slashed as quickly as he could, aiming for the man's neck. Of course he was going to stop if his distraction worked well enough for him to not dodge or block his blade, but it was mostly just to see if his opponent was susceptible to genjutsu. Wether his sword was blocked, dodged, stopped by himself, or whatever was going to happen, he would jump back and await the mans first move.​

 

[Morikou Asuchi]

Asuchi reassessed his opponent as the other man stood up. A youthful presence touched his features; he appeared to be a teenager, not quite yet crossed fully into adulthood. Despite this, he nearly matched Asuchi inch for inch and pound for pound.

The other fighter wished for a fair fight and bowed. Asuchi returned the gesture, missing the hand seals his opponent was concealing. In the field, of course, he’d never make such a mistake, but treating this as a simple training spar lowered some of his usual defenses.

When he finished his bow, Asuchi’s eyes widened as he saw the teen in front of him, who was previously completely fine, covered in blood. His mind began racing, trying to figure out what his opponent could possibly be doing. He knew that blood jutsu existed, but he’d never seen any in person. What could he possibly be planning that involved looking like he’d already taken quite a beating?

Unfortunately, the distraction would not go over as planned. Preoccupied as he was, if you’re a combat veteran you tend to notice someone quickly approaching holding a sword. There was a quick flash of movement, and then Asuchi was acutely aware of a large amount of steel heading straight for his neck.

Alright, so much for a training spar…

As quick as his opponent was, speed and agility was kind of Asuchi’s thing. He met the blade with his own forearm, shrouded in a mix of otherworldly energy and his own charka, a swirling deep purple layer covered by translucent blue. As his arm met the blade it slowed only marginally, sweeping the steel up and safely away from any part of Asuchi’s body. The attacker jumped backward and seemed to wait for a counter attack. Very well.

The purple and blue surrounding his arm dissipated. Regardless of what his opponent apparently intended, he was not here to kill, simply spar. We’ll simply ignore the fact he could take a life just as easily with his bare hands.

Asuchi decided to keep things simple to start with. It was his standard battle strategy. Don't give away too much at the beginning, simply probe your opponents defenses and figure out where you can hit them the hardest. Some tried this strategy when they weren't prepared to dodge a few blows in the information-gathering stage. It didn't work well for them. Asuchi, however, was very skilled at not dying. He glared at the other combatant, and then decided to put his plan into action, disappearing into thin air. He quickly rematerialized behind his opponent, throwing one elbow toward a temple and then dropping down to sweep the man’s legs out from under him.

 

[Uragaeshi Riyoji]

Even though his distraction plan didn't go as well as he'd hoped, his opponent did seem like he'd be fooled by genjutsu, so there was something Ri could use. When the man before him suddenly vanished, Ri was a bit bewildered at first, but still managed to react fast enough to dodge the first blow as he reappeared. Dropping down while making another several hand signs, Ri intended to make his opponent believe he had successfully hit him with the first strike. Of course, casting the next jutsu required some amount of focus, and he didn't see the second attack coming, so he was swept off his feet right as he finished the jutsu.

Rolling out of the way to avoid any further attacks, Ri hoped that his opponent now thought he hit him with both attacks. This, again, could give him a chance to fool his opponent. Assuming he was aiming for the head, Ri began acting like he was a bit dazed from the impact that hadn't actually happened. He stumbled over to his bow and arrows, which he picked up after tying the katana onto his waist. Taking aim, Ri fired a shot which completely missed his target, hopefully adding to the illusion that he was handicapped currently.

Holding his face to keep trying to continue his act, he stumbled a little into the arena and took aim once more. This time, he rapidly shot three consecutive shots at his opponent., one for each arm, and another for his leg. Of course, these were spot onto their targets since Ri wasn't actually disoriented, but they had much less power since he shot them so quickly. After firing the shots, he ran around the colosseum to the right, hoping his opponent would dodge, and dodge in that direction. If everything went as he hoped, he'd be ready to attack as the man was distracted by the arrows.​

 

[Morikou Asuchi]

Asuchi pushed himself back up into a standing position after he swept his opponent’s legs out from under him. The teen was acting peculiar now. He struggled to keep his footing as he sought his ranged weapon. There was enough force behind the elbow to momentarily concuss, but a trained fighter should have shaken it off almost immediately. An arrow flew harmlessly over Asuchi’s head as he stood, unmoving, studying once more. Why would he even go for a ranged weapon if facing someone who could teleport? Any attempt to stay at range was useless if Asuchi wanted to close the gap. This guy definitely wasn’t thinking straight.

He let loose another volley of arrows. Asuchi initially expected these to be off target as well, but realized that they were headed straight for him. Luck, this was not. This man was all about ruses. Good to know.

Asuchi dodged to one side, but he wasn’t quite quick enough as he felt one of the arrows slice into the flesh in his upper arm as it flew by. A surface wound only, but still disappointing. He looked up and noticed he was right in the path of his opponent. He seemed to be planning a follow-up attack, but Asuchi had his own plans. His form shimmered and flickered as multiple afterimages appeared around him, all warping the very fabric of reality around themselves. They all seemed faded and not-quite-real, but so did Asuchi’s actual form, so they were nearly indistinguishable. Each image of Asuchi raised their palms in concert, white chakra gathering quickly into each of their palms before shooting out toward the charging target. All but one disappeared after a split second, their illusory energy fizzing out of existence, but the remaining blast traveled straight and true.

 

[Uragaeshi Riyoji]

His plan didn't work perfectly, but he still landed a hit, so he knew his acts were working, but he also knew that it was only a matter of time before this turned into a kind of "boy who cried wolf" scenario. Ri had to find a way to start attacking him directly without just hoping his trickery would work. Of course, trickery that's genjutsu could still work just as well if he used it correctly, but even those tricks can eventually be prevented.. As faded versions of his opponents form began forming around him, he knew this wouldn't go down well if he didn't do something soon.

"Shit..." He said as he made another few handsigns, he did have and idea, but it wasn't guaranteed to work. As his opponent raised his palms, mud clones began forming all around Ri. Although these clones are highly fragile, it should at least block whatever it was that was being sent at him. When the balls of energy began flying at him, he knew his decision was at least a decent one. The clone that was blocking the side which the real Asuchi was on managed to prevent the attack, and when Ri saw there was only one real attack, he smiled and sent his clones at his opponent. He had no intentions of harming him, especially since he couldn't with these clones, but he could trap him if they could get close enough.

His teleportation and imagery tricks were also getting a bit annoying, maybe he could make him forget these things? Making another few handsigns, he used a genjutsu technique that would hopefully cause his opponent to forget how to use his techniques. This, of course, would allow him to move in for a taijutsu attack if his clones successfully restrained him. Drawing his katana, Ri moved in just behind his clones, and as they came close to the man, Ri cut them all down. This would cause the mud they were made of to fall in Asuchi's direction, hopefully covering him and preventing him from moving.

If this plan worked like it should, Ri would attempt to sweep his opponent's legs out from under him, just like what happened to him, and continue spinning until he could attack with the back of his sword, aiming for the ribs. Up front attacks were kind of fun, maybe he'd have to fight like this more often..​

 

[Morikou Asuchi]

”Ugh, mud clones??” Asuchi groaned in exasperation. The thing about mud clones is that they were… well, muddy, and Asuchi didn’t like getting his clothes dirty. In his training clothes, it was simply an annoyance, but if he were still wearing his tailored peacoat and slacks, he would have been downright angry. He needed a way out of this dirty situation, and fast.

There was a little combo he used to get out of sticky situations, and it looked like he might need it. As the filthy golems shambled in his direction, he blazed through some hand seals and quickly created a standard clone before scampering off to the shadows. There weren’t exactly many good places to hide in a colosseum, but he was a shinobi, surely he could figure out something. Let’s see if his opponent could find him.

Meanwhile, his clone watched as the mud clones closed in. When they were nearly on top of him, they suddenly dispersed, showering him with thick brown sludge. Soon thereafter, his legs were suddenly removed from under him, and replaced by the cold hard ground. As he looked up toward his attacker, he saw the hilt of a sword heading straight for his midsection. The clone got his hands up just in time to block most of the force of the attack, although he still took a blow. He rolled to one side before shooting back up to his feet, now on the offensive. He led with a punch toward the man’s gut, before following with a wild haymaker to the side of the head.

 

[Uragaeshi Riyoji]

Ri had confused the clone for his actual opponent since he hadn't noticed the switch going on, but the strikes thrown at him were fairly easily avoided due since the mud from the clones should have slowed it down. But something felt off, the chakra he had been focused on before seemed to be in two different places now. He ignored this for now and continued his fight with the clone, but he now considered that this may not truly be his opponent. Jumping back, he took out his bow and arrows once more and prepared a shot. As he released, this one seemingly missed as well, but would bounce off the wall behind the clone and come back to it, aimed at the back. Just to make sure it would be more difficult to avoid, he fired three shots consecutively at the it's chest. His suspicion was making him less cautious about where he was aiming, but he didn't completely realize this.

Just to ease his suspicion, he looked around the rest of the arena to try and find the second source of the same chakra, eventually he located it's source and thought about a possible attack. Coming to the decision that he should act as though he didn't know something was there, he slowly backed up to try and reach the location. To add to this act, he had his bow ready to be drawn back again. After a couple seconds of backing up, he turned around and aimed up with his bow, releasing that arrow and then several more afterwards. The arrows fell from the sky onto the position which he believed the second source of chakra to be, but this caused him to run out of arrows. Throwing the bow down, he now went on the defensive, holding the hilt of his katana so that he'd be ready if the attacker were to teleport again.​

 

[Morikou Asuchi]

Asuchi sat watching the battle between his clone and his opponent. This archer was pretty proficient with a bow; he was able to deflect shots off of the environment. Asuchi kept studying the rival shinobi as he looked around. It was possible he realized he was fighting a clone, but it was also possible that he was simply looking around to help prepare another tactic. Best to be ready, just in case.

As the other fighter spun around and launched a volley in his direction, Asuchi flew through another set of hand seals. These did something quite similar to the first, switching his position with that of his clone. The clone had taken a beating from the arrows shot in its direction earlier, but luckily it was sturdy enough to absorb the damage. The additional volley now raining upon its head proved to be too much, however, and it disappeared under the hail of arrows.

Now behind his foe, Asuchi quickly hit a dead sprint, straight toward the other man’s back. He launched himself into the air as he ran, tucking into a ball and spinning head over heels. He hit the ground just shy of his target, but that was all according to plan. He completed one last rotation on the ground, before kicking upward with both of his legs. If all went to plan, he could jump into the air after his opponent, and then smash him back into the ground.

 

[Uragaeshi Riyoji]

Was the one he had attacked with his mud clones actually the real one? This whole situation was kind of confusing Ri, damn, confusion was supposed to be HIS weapon. Whatever, the clone was out of the way and he would only have to focus on the real one now. Turning around, he noticed the man sprinting at him, but by the time he saw this it was already to late. He took a kick straight in the stomach and went flying into the air with a, "Shit!" Of course, his trying to recover from the sudden pain in his stomach didn't give him time to react to the second attack either, so he was sent right back to where he was merely a moment before.

As his back hit the ground, dust flew up and Ri let out a "mmf." He took a deep breath in and took a moment to rest and catch up to the situation. Hopefully his opponent wouldn't attack someone who should appear to be incapacitated. After a few moments, he got back on his feet and looked to wherever his opponent was, so long as there weren't two of him again.

"That's gonna leave a bruise.." He mumbled, partially to his opponent, but mostly to himself. He was running out of genjutsu in his arsenal, but he was sure he could think of something. After cracking his neck, he made a few hand signs. Smirking as he finished, he looked to his opponent and put on his best villain act. This was in the hopes that his genjutsu would make himself highly intimidating to his opponent.

"If you believed that little attack may have done something, you are sorely mistaken, it was merely a poke to me!" He felt idiotic while doing this, but if it helped the genjutsu work it's magic it'd be worth it. As he spoke, Ri would slowly walk toward his opponent with a sinister smile on his face, sword in hand. If he was allowed to get close, he would attack him with the back of his sword, aiming for the neck. If not, he would try and follow his opponent's movements.​

 

[Morikou Asuchi]

His lotus strike connected. That was pleasing, it was the first major attack he’d landed this fight. It should hurt quite a bit, how his opponent reacted to the attack would be interesting to see. The muscles in Asuchi’s legs tensed as he sprung up into the air after the other man’s flying form. A quick mid-air somersault aligned him perfectly, and the two spun back toward the ground at a terrifying speed.

The way the technique was designed Asuchi took less of the impact. It wasn’t a painless process, but he was able to roll away relatively unscathed. That was compared to his opponent, who was lying motionless on the ground. Asuchi almost sprinted over to check on him before he saw a stir of movement and the other man rose back up to his feet. He seemed less… shaky than Asuchi expected. Usually after that technique, people are dazed for a while. He caught the other combatant mutter something, but he couldn’t quite make out the words.

He saw a flurry of hand seals once more and braced himself for an attack that never came. That was always worrying. If someone ran through some hand seals and then blasted you with a fireball, at least you could deal with that. If nothing came, you know they did something, but you were never sure what it was until it hit you in the face and killed you.

He glanced back up and saw a villainous smirk staring back at him. Through those lips came a proclamation that his last attack barely hurt! Asuchi’s brows furrowed. That was one of his more powerful techniques. People had been killed with that jutsu before.

He was so wrapped up, confused about what was occurring, he didn’t pay as much attention to the other fighter as he should. The attack that came was a repeat of his first attempt, a slow walk followed by a slash to the neck. Asuchi’s reaction wasn’t as graceful as the first. He lacked the time to properly dodge or parry, but that didn’t stop him from trying. He tried to drop down under the swing, but ended up taking the full force of the blow to the side of the face. Since it was the back of the sword, it didn’t injure as severely as it could have, but it hurt quite a bit, and there would surely be a bruise there for a few days.

He grabbed at the injury with one hand, but his ingrained training was screaming out at him. The attack had left the other fighter exposed for just a fraction of a second. Perhaps he could capitalize? He dug one foot into the ground and pushed off, his knee heading straight for the man’s exposed midsection. Ideally, it would stun him temporarily, and give Asuchi a chance to follow up with a flurry of punches.

 

[Uragaeshi Riyoji]

Ri was happy he had landed a good hit, although it wasn't in the place he had aimed for, it was still progress. Of course, the feeling of success didn't last long as he suddenly took a knee to the side. Although this certainly hurt like a bitch, he still managed to dodge a few of the punches that followed after that attack, and after that ended he jumped back. He could taste blood in his mouth, which was probably the result of his being hit in the side and feeling something crawling up his throat. Was he hit in the kidney? Probably, but that wasn't important right now. Spitting out some of the blood in his mouth, he smirked at the fact it turned some of the sand red, it was definitely the best color.

"That one did hurt, bastard.." He said to his opponent, hoping to buy some time as he thought of what to do next. He was definitely still able to fight, but he was also running out of ideas on what to do. The fight hadn't really involved any ninjutsu yet, just a mixture of gen and tai, so to try and finish up, why not give one of those a shot? To bad he didn't really know to many. And since it wouldn't do to much, why not get a bit risky? There didn't seem to be to many things going on that could give him scars anyway, so he would create one!

To start, Ri began sprinting at his enemy while blasting through a set of hand signs, and flipped over him as he got close. The hand signs before would cause the ground beneath his opponent to become very sticky and muddy, which would hopefully make it a bit difficult to dodge. Now the next couple of seconds would require even quicker hand signs, as he would have to activate the next jutsu very quickly to get the outcome he wanted. As he came to face the man's back, he would attempt to pat it. Now, this wasn't just a simple pat, but it would certainly seem that way. Really, Ri had placed a combustive seal on his hand using fire ninjutsu, and if he successfully touched the man's back, he would set it off, causing an explosion that would hopefully send them both flying. If not, he would simply land and look at the other with disappointment.

This was obviously a highly risky, and stupid, move on Ri's part. But he didn't care to much, not many other ideas he had.​

 

[Morikou Asuchi]

They couldn’t keep this fight going for much longer. This was for sport. It wasn’t a fight to the death, and if they kept going it would become one. Asuchi saw the other fighter spit out some blood, and he knew that he was in similar shape. When did they actually determine when this fight was over?

His opponent began sprinting at him, flying through a set of hand seals once again. This one liked his jutsu, that was for sure. Asuchi bounced on the balls of his feet, ready to dodge the coming attack. As the figure rushing toward him sprung into the air, he crouched down, still anticipating an attack. But he dropped lower than he expected. He glanced down at the ground and saw that it was suddenly much more… muddy than before. ”Seriously, what is it with you and mud?”

His back was exposed, and ready to be attacked, but the new terrain prevented him from spinning around as quickly as he would have liked. He felt something make contact with the center of his back, but it had no force behind it. It surely wasn’t an attack.

Then, there was an explosion.

The force of the attack knocked Asuchi unconscious for a split second. The next thing he knew, he was against the opposite wall of the arena, with a splitting pain in his head and ringing in his ears. He didn’t feel any pain immediately on his back, but then the adrenaline subsided a bit and things got very unpleasant very quickly.

Asuchi looked across the grounds, where he saw the other man’s body haphazardly sprawled out like his own surely was a second before. He didn’t even have time to get clear of the blast. How reckless.

”Why in the world did you think that that would be a good plan??” Asuchi shouted. He didn’t quite have it in him to counter attack right now.

 

[Uragaeshi Riyoji]

The split second Ri had to enjoy the fact he came in contact with his opponent was a good one, but obviously didn't last long. The only thing he saw before flying into the wall opposite the one Asuchi had, was a bright light that was almost blinding, and burnt like hell. He was knocked out for a bit longer, and when he did wake up, he realized that the plan was a little stupider than he had already though. His arm had third degree burns at the very least, and he could feel it, but somehow he lost no appendages, which he was certainly thankful for. Taking a look around, it seemed everything had flipped up side down because of the glory of his attack, or was it him that was upside down? He didn't really know, everything was a bit hazy after that.

Didn't he hear something after regaining consciousness? Oh right, he was asked a question, that he somehow managed to hear after the explosion. "Hell if I know, but I'm sure it looked cool! He shouted back with a bit of a chuckle. Speaking of looking cool, looking at his arm, it was nearly burnt to a crisp, probably just barely didn't kill all of the skin. Yet somehow it didn't hurt, probably burnt his nerves. "So do you think they have some med nin here? I've got a bit of a problem.." He shouted to the other man as he rolled backwards and onto his feet, only to stumble and almost fall back down again. It took Ri a moment to regain his balance, but when he did, he limped his way over to his opponent.

Ri would reach out his right hand as he got close enough, which he would then remember that was the one he just damaged, and switch hands. It was a surprise that he was still able to use the damn thing, but he knew he probably shouldn't. "I'm Ri by the way, nice fight." If his hand was accepted, he would try and help his opponent up to his feet. The round was over, at least Ri thought it was. At this point, he didn't think that anyone could expect them to fight further, seeing how any further and one would probably be injured further, and seeing how this one already caused one to have to visit the hospital.

Ri was surprised that he didn't mind the burn, probably because he knew it was bad enough to turn into a scar, which was one of his secondary aims, well, fantasies anyway.​

{MFT}

 

[Morikou Asuchi]

‘It looked cool’? This guy was too much. Asuchi’s back was burnt to shit, and it appeared the other man’s arm didn’t fare any better. Asuchi had confidence in the village’s mednin, hell, his own mother would probably oversee his recovery. She would insist. But this would hurt for a long while, no matter what the talented doctors and nurses over at the hospital did.

His opponent was apparently thinking along the same lines as himself, as he asked if they had mednin on site. Asuchi was about to answer, but he saw two of Kumogakure’s medical shinobi enter the colosseum and begin moving over toward them before he could form a reply. ‘I’ve got a bit of a problem’, the man said. Maybe not quite understatement of the year, but it’s definitely up there.

What the man did next though, was absolutely astounding. He rose to his feet (after some difficulty) and limped across the colosseum to help Asuchi up. The burned chuunin stared up at his opponent and muttered, ”I’m fine, thanks.” before struggling to his own feet. ”Uh, my name’s Asuchi.” It was an awkward time for introductions. They were about to be carted off to the hospital, and they would no doubt be separated to prevent any additional dirty attacks from either party. This would normally be the time for a handshake and a “Nice fight.” “You too.” like Ri attempted, and before that final attack Asuchi would have gladly obliged. After being severely burned in what he intended as a simple sparring match, however, he wasn’t feeling too cordial.

The mednin approached the two and began to prep them for transport to the hospital. Asuchi could only hope he wasn’t out of commission for too long.

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[OOC: Fun fight!]

 

[Uragaeshi Riyoji]

Ri was a bit embarrassed that he would have to be carried out of the colosseum, he did just walk by himself for a handshake, so he saw no reason why he couldn't continue walking to wherever he would be taken for medical attention. He was a bit disappointed that he didn't get a handshake like he had wanted, but it was understandable. He did just blow the guy up.. As he was placed on the cart that would be his ride to the hospital, he let out a bit of a sigh while looking over at the other man. Besides the burns that he could almost guarantee would hurt like hell later on, granted that the nerves weren't destroyed, the fight was pretty fun. So he didn't really understand why his opponent didn't seem to happy. Oh well, unless there was now a grudge held against him, there would be no worries in Ri's mind.

And there were a couple pluses to the fight as well, he'd get a sick scar, and he learned of a way to making fighting fun for him. Offense! He was sure to be more aggressive next time he got into a fight, and maybe he'd even visit the arena more often, what seemed like it would be a hassle was actually pretty fun. So overall, this was an eye opening experience.

"Let's do this again some time!" Ri said jokingly with a slight wave to Asuchi as they began moving. As he was carted out of the arena, several mothers covered their children's eyes as they saw Ri's condition. Taking another look, it certainly seemed worse than it had initially, but as he's been telling himself, it will leave a cool scar.

"How did you manage that?" The med-nin that was escorting him asked.

"Shhhh.." Was the only response he got out of Ri though, since he was now fast asleep, clearly exhausted after he worked more than he ever had before. The only motion he made after that was placing his hat over his face to block the light from getting into his eyes, and the next place he would wake up was the hospital with his hand in wraps.​

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[OOC: Agreed!]