Naruto- White Fang Template

Mokama was in a bad mood today; dark lines etched themselves on his forehead, and his face was scrunched up in a grimace.

He could see it; Kagami and Marama were locked in a battle, their swords inches away from giving death to their opponent.

'Why did you have to go and cut that guy's arm off? 'he thought with regret.

As a grandmaster, he could see their sword swings, the path that the sword would take, the expected clashes...and he knew they were in a deadlock.

While Kagami had speed, Marama had his reflexes and strength to match it...

His face dropped low. Yes...the great Mokama was anxious; the big and strong man had gained a liking for Kagami. His few days of fighting and teaching had increased his liking for the boy.

'Men talk with swords after all,' he thought to himself.

He even felt a bit responsible for him, and seeing the deadlock that could break at any moment, he feared the worst would come on his pseudo-student.

...

In the arena

'Fast slash + chakra sword'

A move that I had done since the zenith time today, I was consuming chakra at the rate at which I consumed junk food.

My mind was in a turmoil as he blocked another one of my swings through sheer reflexes.

'Chakra enhancement'

That pesky little chakra enhancement of his was a curse to their opponents and, in my case...me.

The platform had longs since gave into dents and fissures.

'Duck and upward thrust'

Gracefully moving under the edge of his sword, my muscles went into overdrive; chakra had to be consumed at a fast rate, so I might as well give it my all.

Another fast jab later, I still wasn't any closer to injuring this monster of an opponent.

'Kagami...what is my style?' I thought to myself.

I could tell Marama had developed his style, a counterattacking sword style based on his superior strength, reflexes, and chakra capacity.

'What's my style?' I thought to myself as I parried another one of his swings.

'Being fast is not a style.'

Being fast was just something I was good at. In all my fights, I have somehow been superior to my opponent or had some sort of advantage.

'It was merely who had more chakra, more skills, etc.'

'Quick parry!' Parrying his sword, I flickered behind him and slashed at his back.

His enormous odachi, however, had already moved in his path to strike me.

'He isn't defending his back...he is going for my head?'

Marama was a type of opponent I had never faced before...

'A suicide swordsman'

Retreating on my attack, I continued applying pressure.

'I am not bad at counterattacking but not particularly any good at it,' I thought to myself...

My mind was in a flux of different thoughts. I didn't know, however, that single bit of lost concentration was something Marama took advantage of.

"Ahh!" I shouted as a large cut formed itself on my chest.

Flying back, I could only resist by flickering to the other side of the platform.

'What the fuck was I doing?'

Thinking about a battle style in the middle of a fight, this wasn't a spar...this was a life-or-death battle.

And now, I had a gaping wound on my chest.

Blood soaked my clothes as I hastily tried to reduce my blood loss by tying my clothes.

"Where is your earlier confidence now!" Marama taunted me, his smirk evidently declaring he had already thought he won.

"Fuck off." I flipped him another middle finger.

'I don't like this fucker at all,' I thought as my tied clothes barely stopped my bleeding.

I better not die of anemia ...

'You know what, I will focus on his weakness and keep attacking him.'

better to die in a battle than elsewhere, My right hand clenched my sword...my left dangling with my near-broken wrist.

My chest felt like lead had been poured all over it, almost like a thousand needles were pinching at it...slowly and steadily, as to deliver as much pain as possible.

I looked towards the stands. Seeing the populace growing feral at the sight of my near end filled me with bitterness.

Somehow, even among all the cheering and the pain, I could spot the worried face of Shisui; he had stood up on his seat, and it felt like the boy would just break the rules and try to save me if anything happened.

I smiled.

'Don't worry,' I mouthed.

Mokama was the next person that I spotted. His long hair was tightly wrapped in a ponytail...he was worried, and it was evident.

'Give up.' I saw his lips moving...

I winked at him and turned towards Marama...

'Give up? ...Nah, I did win.'.

"Done sending your regards," he spoke to me; it looked like his battle-crazed state was over...the inherent kindness I had seen at the start was back again in his eyes.

"Do not mistake it as if the battle is over," I replied back.

'I know my fighting style.'.

It isn't applying continuous pressure to find openings; it isn't tricking opponents to create them either, nor counter-attacking.

'All of them are my fighting style.'.

I know now, since the day I had first regained my disjoint memories of this world. For some reason, this style of fighting always stood out to me.

'Analyze your opponents weaknesses, exploit them, and take whatever form you must to gain an edge.'.

These words repeated themselves in his mind.

"We will see about that," the purple-haired samurai replied back.

The conversation had ended, and the battle had begun once again.

'Not this time.'

'Body flicker'

Flickering to his right, I saw his bewildered face for the first time in the fight... Before, whenever I flickered, I did so to an opening that he showed me.

However, his right side was something he could easily protect.

' Fast jab: ' Jabbing as fast as I can, my sword moved in a straight line.

He could have blocked it; he could have saved his ribs from the onslaught that I would make befall them.

'But you won't, would you?'

As I had planned, he instead went for my shoulder, the one that had control over my sword.

'He might lose a rib or two; however, one injury in my shoulder and the battle is over.'.

At least that's what Marama presumed.

Puchi

My blade pierced first, entering his insides... I saw him struggle for a second; however, through sheer determination, he continued his swing.

However, the signs were pretty obvious to me, and as his sword neared me, I saw his face bulge into one of shock.

My body twisted itself at an unnatural angle, his blade merely leaving a nick on my shoulder.

'Body flicker'

Now you are the one injured, and I am in control.

The tides had changed once again.

.....

"You, ugh." Marama held his bleeding wound as he made his distance from Kagami.

'What was that?' he thought to himself... it seemed he had been foolish enough to think that an injured lion wouldn't bite...

'He is just like her... Misachi,' the blue-haired woman, however, took a few battles before she could accurately do what Kagami did.

He saw Kagami, pouncing on him, once again, his sword flowing in a deadly arc.

'I could defend,' Marama thought...

However, as a swordsman, sticking to one's battle style was imminent.

It wasn't as if he didn't defend; however, Kagami had purposely left a big opening, as if baiting him to attack.

As a samurai, defending at that moment would have been the same as turning back on his very sense of self.

'I will win this...my way,' he thought as he once again let Kagami slash at his side while his sword inched slowly towards the white-haired opponent.

Arghhh!" " The sword had once again cut through the wound...the pain was immense; he felt as if someone had just crushed his chest.

'However, I have to continue.'

He knew Kagami had predicted his trajectory, so he had planned beforehand.

Flowing the chakra towards his hand, his speed increased, only for a while but enough to disturb Kagami's retreat.

Marama smirked, 'My swordsmanship won.'

His effort and sweat had paid off; his sword had almost entered Kagami's body.

That's when he saw Kagami becoming a silhouette; his form, as elusive as ever, was already moving to another point of the arena.

As if time had slowed down for Marama, he could see his defeat inching closer.

The gap between his sword and Kagami kept increasing.

'It is my dream to win this championship...will I lose here?'

He had worked through the sweat and tears every single day, participating in battles that he once couldn't even dream of winning.

That's how Marama Sichaki was shaped.

'I haven't yet proven to that man...'

his eyes became red with blood, chakra flowed through his body, damaging his meridian however they also gave him in an edge.

"You are not going anywhere," Marama spoke.

Huh" " was all Kagami could muster as his body flicker was stopped by the hand that had gripped his shoulder.

Marama had stopped Kagami in his path.

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