Adrenaline surged into the audience's body as they could not contain their excitement silently. Shinobi were more than tools, but also entertainers when sparring in front of civilians who had no skill nor desire to become a fighter. For once, Sumato was praised for his fighting capabilities something he was not used to. The feeling felt good, and it reassured him good of how much he has grown through the years. His sensory ability was unconsciously activated as he could feel similar chakras within the crowd. Tilting his head to the side and slightly upwards, Sumato's dark blue eyes darted towards his pupil who recently was discharged from the hospital. A large grin appeared on his sensei's face as he now tilted his whole body towards the young genin to confront him. Laughing as he spoke, Sumato giggly voice uttered words that certainly shift their attention to Kazuo.
"Hey, Kazuo. I know you are so eager to test out your strength come out here and show them what you're made of!"
Sumato's sentence was complimented with a smile as he finished his sentence. The audience of course followed Sumato's voice like a linear line that led straight to the soon-to-be chunin. This attention gave enough time for Sumato to make an exit as he felt he was not suited for this battle. About a hundred scenarios of how he could defeat the woman an instant infiltrated his head. Finally pondering in her eyes, he noticed that her dojutsu had not been activated, he then questioned if she was holding back her true strength or not. But this ultimately did not become his concern. Shifting his head backward, he made eye contact with the young girl who once stood adjacent to Soma. It was obvious this girl was her daughter and her horrific face simply broke Sumato's heart, as she witnessed his brutality towards Tsutsui's hero. Those who truly knew Sumato's position as a member of the Interrogation and Torture Unit and the Kirigakure's Tactician Division knew that he could psychologically destroy a person with minimal effort. His skills were simply not best equipped to fight an opponent like Soma. Sumato's eyes follow lingered upwards as he followed the movements of his opponent. Not moving an ounce of his body he could feel his chakra being absorbed from his body as he watched the shadow snakes return the foreign chakra to their master. He simply smiled before opening up his mouth.
"You'll see there's nothing special about my chakra, but consider this a parting gift. Your fight is with my student Kazuo and Lord Isamu, two people I know will definitely benefit from that fight. That look on your daughter's face should never appear again. Get stronger so she doesn't have to worry okay?" Sumato's words were nothing more than motivational and before the woman could respond his body would have dispersed into bubbles and floated away. Before the audience would realize it, Sumato would have been gone.
It did not take long for the audience to notice Sumato's absence and a wave of mutual anger erupted from the crowd as they now assumed the tournament was over. The chants they spat were aggressively mean and discussions of refunds became a common theme. Before they could rush the ticket booth, a small cloud of smoke had appeared where Sumato previously stood. A silhouette lasted in the cloud of smoke for ten seconds that felt like an eternity as the crowd wondered who stood in the middle of the smoke. The figure was undisguisable as the physical appearance did not match any features that they were used to. Slowly subsiding it soon became apparent who entered the ring, and the crowd's roar had rumbled the arena, blocking one's ability to hear their own thoughts. Not paying the audience no mind, Isamu's infamous stare pierced into the woman who resided from the same clan as him. Watching the fight from outside of the arena, he was not much impressed with Soma's performance so far, she was not blood-thirsty enough for Isamu and this angered him entirely. His upbringing was vastly different from Soma and her daughter, which he managed to call his strength. In terms of his Chinoike lineage and abilities, he would not hold back on the woman, wanting this to be a teaching moment. Isamu's right eyelid folded over his right eyeball covering his mysterious dojutsu in order to 'deactivate' it. His left crimson eye pierced through Soma, only wanting her to look at his Ketsuryugan. As he constantly concentrated chakra into his left eye, the Mizukage was able to use his dojutsu as sensory ability as he evolved enough to see sources of blood and iron within living beings and the earth. Divulging deep beyond the many layers of skin and into her bloodstream, Isamu spotted the poisonous gas that mingled within her bloodstream. The gas was merely harmless but very much useful as its capabilities were enough to slow down Soma's five senses. With his telepathic abilities deactivated, he managed to direct his words verbally to his opponent.
"You're lucky this isn't a real battle..." he paused. "
Sumato would have killed you in an instant." His words pierced like daggers and his tone of voice ruthless. "
To think we are of the same clan. I won't let you embarrass the Chinoike Clan any further. I suggest you activate Ketsuryugan and relinquish yourself from my pupil's jutsu that still lays dormant in your body". Isamu stood still with his left arm in his pocket and right arm to his side.
As he waited for her to prepare herself, Isamu chakra no longer able to be contained in a single entity relinquished itself and instantly coated the body of water on the ground, while siphoning Soma's chakra from the water and converting to chakra safe for consumption. The water lifted up as it was called back to the sky, broke down into singular water molecules that were not conjoined together. The water now not visible to the naked eye surrounded the Chinoike lord becoming an extension of his body. This form of jutsu was uncommon and never witnessed before, giving off the idea Isamu had the ability to evaporate water at godspeed, though this feat was manageable it was entirely wrong. The water simply became a part of his
will.
