The Kaguya Arena

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Commissioned by the now (mostly) extinct Kaguya Clan, this massive arena has provided entertainment and an area in which to train for all. Ardent believers in military superiority, the Kaguya hoped to use this facility to strengthen themselves. After their failed rebellion, the village took full ownership of the Arena and continued running it. Joint Chunin exams are similarly held here every few years when the rotation schedule deems it. When not actively used to entertain, any may enter and freely spar, using the many weapons and equipment stored within.
 
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Cheers erupted from the humungous arena as an outcry of excitement could not be contained in the audience members' frail bodies. The infamous Suisei festival returned back after its suspension due to global events. Here at the Kaguya arena shinobi from Land of Water were able to showcase the results of their training. It was the best platform as they were to be graded for their performance and given tips to enhance their hidden potential. The festival was a rite of passage as it gifted those who wanted to immigrate to Kirigakure and those who wanted to rank up or obtain special items. The rules were simple there was absolutely no killing, but brutality should not be held back. The tournament was free for all and could enter the ring at any moment. Those who are left unconscious are disqualified. Let the festivities begin!
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As Sōma kneels to embrace her daughter in a tight embrace she says, "I'll be fine, little dragon. Your momma will win this for you and give you the freedom to live your life as you wish." The girl cries out "Win it for us mum" as she treats Tsutsui to a kiss on the forehead, and Sōma pats her small head and rubs the right horn with affection, knowing how much she likes this gesture of affection. In the end, Sōma led her daughter out of the room and into an open area where her skills will be tested. She tells her to stay in the closest seats, and as the woman looks around her, she smiles and leaps into the arena. "Dear Ladies and Gentlemen! I am Sōma Chinoike! One of the rightful and legitimate daughters of the fabled Nubatama and Chinoike clans, I am here to serve and establish my place in Kiri!" She proudly stared at Tsutsui again as she declared her intentions in a powerful voice.
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The crowd became ecstatic as the foreign woman's speech echoed throughout the crowd. Individual whispers amounted as the woman stated the clan she hailed from. The same clan that their infamous leader hailed from, the Chinoike Clan. The woman was also hailed from another clan that was completely unheard of in the Land of Water and attendees impatiently sat on the edge of their seats. A deep sigh released itself from Sumato's lips, and then shortly he started to break down crying. "I swear I have the worst luck in history. Every day I consider if this shinobi life is worth it or not." The words loosely exited but fell upon deaf ears as the announcer was not listening. After being introduced the jounin was pushed into the ring shortly after. Biting his tongue and breathing as much oxygen he possible could, Sumato attempted to restrain himself from crying. Too scared of his opponent, his eyes targeted her feet. Sumato Tsuchigumo was a student of Chinoike Isamu and pretty much had the gist of his sensei's heritage and their abilities. The best way to fight a Chinoike or an Uchiha was to look at their feet. A few claps and cheers could be heard but were quiet for the most part as the crowd was not impressed with Soma's opponent. "That's the same guy who failed the Chunnin exams 6 times consecutively", "I hear he only became Jounin because Lord Isamu felt bad for him", "Welp this is going to be an easy win for the Chinoike Woman". The snarky comments seemed to come from all directions but did not falter Sumato as he was used to it. Even so, this was what the tournament was for anyway.

Without further or ado, the jounin grabbed three smoke bombs and thrust them towards the middle of the arena. Immediately making contact with the ground, the dark gray smoke emerged and in which would both blind his opponent and the audience. Not intending to hold back, the descendant of the Tsuchigumo weaved hand seals within a blink of an eye. Molding and manipulating his chakra to be converted into a soapy substance, it was not long after forming the necessary hand seals that Sumato's jutsu had been activated. Partially expanding his chest, a large volume of bubbles unleashed from Sumato's grasp traveling and hovering around Soma. What could not be easily picked up on, was how indistinguishable and varying the fifty bubbles laid dormant were. With one snap of his finger, the bubbles containing different colored coated powders exploded onto the scene, ensnaring the kunoichi in a secondary cloud of smoke. It both stimulates the nerves of the lacrimal gland in the eye to produce tears and irritation in their nasal passages. Since the smoke was conjured with Sumato's chakra it was hard to pinpoint his location as he soon flickered from existence hiding within the smoke nearby. The bubbles continuously surrounded Soma mimicking that of landmines. One bubbled hovered 50 feet into the sky as it physically and neurological mimicked an eye.

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Sōma narrows her eyes as the smoke mess with her sight and smell disabling her ability to sniff him out "clever" she claps her hands together and began weaving through hand seals while making sure the bubbles don't touch her, trying to pinpoint his location with her senses only to detect his chakra all around leaving her no choice but to force him out from wherever he's hiding. Her cheeks and chest swell big before releasing a large stream of water into a wall surrounding her and forcing the bubbles away from her, taking another breathe she forms another set of hand seals then stomp her foot down creating four earth clones to surround her as a secondary defense while her daughter stood up already worried about her mother.
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The bubble eye hovered over the arena piercing through its master smoke bombs and analyzing the battlefield, while Sumato cautiously concealed his presence. Sumato of the bubble-style ninjutsu was a dangerous shinobi to fight against for those who relied on lineage and special ability as they always overlooked the shinobi deemed as 'regular'. Mastering the shinobi fundamentals and transforming the most basic of techniques into fatal ones, is what made the Tsuchigumo jounin unique. The Witch Queen mysteriously avoided coming into physical contact with the bubbles but had failed to realize that the sphere objects were merely her own protection, shielding her from the contents inside was the main issue. It was clear that the woman still had not caught on as she continued to weave hand seals and concentrate her chakra into her throat. The foreign Chinoike's chest expanded, her back arching only 30 degrees, while her facial cheeks balled up as she absorbed a bunch of oxygen and suddenly released it all at once. Within the second of her concentrating chakra within her throat, Sumato managed to already perform the necessary hand seals, to counter the B-rank jutsu that spat from her lips. As his chakra corroded the stage with his soapy substance, it was not easy for his opponent to locate his exact whereabouts as he seamlessly traveled through the smoke as if he was composed of the same composition.

The stream of water that Soma relinquished was fairly impressive as it rose from the ground and constructed into a semi-circle of a dense wall of water. Mounting up above several feet off the arena the waves crashed down onto the rocky ground causing a small quack as it traveled quite the distance. The volume and force of the water dispersed the gray smoke and now revealed Sumato's location. The wave of water crashed down into piercing into the individual whose body simply paused and then rhythmically traveled amongst the water's waves, though the attack hit the individual it would become obvious that this was merely an optical illusion. Sumato's body dispersed upon impact, fluttering into numerous flopping piranha's, who seemed nothing but to be submerged in water. The instant before the user was stuck by Soma's attacked Sumato had replaced his body with his aquatic summoning. Seconds if not minutes would have passed by before Soma realized that Sumato stood behind five feet behind her. While her water jutsu was proficient it was outlandish and not appropriate for the predicament that she was in, as it felt like Sumato's gas state abilities reoccured once more, how did this happen? The water wall collided with the bubbles popping them on immediate contact and releasing the contents to the battlefield. The luminous gas had filled the surrounded with a swift succession after being released from the enlarged bubbles. It had not taken long for Sumato's jutsu to come to fruition as the gas both blinded and temporarily erased Soma's sense of smell. Other foreign gases would have entered Soma's bloodstream as they infiltrated the pores all over her body, which would affect the other remaining senses, slowing down her reaction time.

Due to her slow reaction time, Soma was now an easy victim to Sumato's torment. Clinching his left fist, chakra poured into his left hand. Immersing his balled-up fist coated with a blue color-coated aura it intensely slammed into Soma's right facial cheek interrupting her from forming the hand seals to summon her earth clones. As the punch connected, the Kunoichi's body defied gravity as it lifted from the ground traveled towards the opposite side of the ring where Sumato once stood. Like a magnetic pull, her body was pulled downwards crashing down into the floor and submerged with the water that she once summoned. Not holding a considerable amount of strength, Sumato's punch would not severely injure the woman, but instead, bruise the woman enough to where it would sting and swoll up her face. Smoke emitted from Sumato's fist as his punch connected, his eyes targeted his left hand as he was much surprised that he was able to land an attack on his opponent. It was apparent that the woman was not Isamu, but was to still not be underestimated. An uproar from the crowd emerged as they could not believe what they were witnessing. Just off the first few minutes of the fight, the perception of Sumato had changed as they noticed the growth from when he was a mere child.
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Feeling the fist connect with her face was a shocker to her and to Tsutsui on the stairs watching in horror as her mom is struck by this man, this opponent who many didn't think much for is now showing his worth on the battlefield, a battle Sōma will have to fight hard to succeed if she wants them both to earn their right here. Feeling her body lift up from the strike felt weird especially when she's held there in the air "the hell is this?! how is able to hold me suspended in the air like he as OH SHIT!" suddenly sent down into the floor and water with a splash, sluggishly getting up on her knees with a scowl on her face punch the floor with a small amount of chakra she pumped in her fist cracking it but unknown to the man who looks surprised about hitting her, was he proud to have hit a woman? or was he proud that people are witnessing his skills? who knows who cares, gathering some chakra and pouring it into her shadow caused it to move like water, the shadow announced its presence through an inaudible hiss barely heard by anyone except those with enhanced hearing, her shadow burst from under her into the form of thirty pitch-black snakes coming at him leaving him distracted. Leaving the snakes to dine on him through biting on his legs and leaping up at his arms suckling on his chakra at a fast pace like infants pumped with three shots of adrenaline while some began to return to Sōma as her shadow replenished the chakra reserve.
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"Here Hector entered, with a spear eleven cubits long in his hand; the bronze point gleamed in front of him, and was fastened to the shaft of the spear by a ring of gold...."

Kazuo was no Hector. He was not from noble bloodline, he had no family, nothing but his training and his lessons. And the more he meditated to soothe his fears, the more he felt like he was nothing.
First fear: Fear of failing. Easiest to tame. As a student, his duty was to learn. He learned only too painfully, of the learning that came not from books, but from battles. A battle would always involve misstep, until mastery was there. And the only way to obtain mastery is to internalize the whole journey and continue it.
Second fear: Fear of his own mortality. Kazuo knew his power, yet knew how even a trained body could be grinded to dust by it. The arena should be fine, but with every jutsu-inflicted wound in training or battle, Kazuo needed not to fear for his life: He simply felt like a glass cannon.
Third fear: Inadequacy: A glass cannon who's no one, no thing, so frail, how can he really make use of his talents? Be out of the harm's way and dish out as potently as you can? Kazuo trained dishing and receiving and avoiding damage diligently, methodolically... perhaps too much. Anything could happen in battle: and he could sense, anticipate how inflexible he sometimes was. Prepare for a lion. Get slammed down by a sea lion out of place. Worse things happen at sea.

He might have felt like two years back in a battlefield, but there was only one way to dispel that. Live it as he lived his two years. Something in him whispered again:
Go in, give them your everything, inevitabely fall, repeat until last man standing. This is how heroes were forged. Even if you won't be one, at least you'll give ten talents after receiving five.

Kazuo stood by, watching the arena for now. His Sensei duked it out with some foreigner. Kazuo deemed her better than himself. Kazuo also expected Sensei to make short work of her. Could he... no, it'd be inviting a snake piercing his back. Better to dispel ignorance by watching the combatants carefully. From knowledge, confidence. But the opportunity, more an instinct than anything he could make sense of, goaded him inside. Go in now, join the fray, your own fears keep you from your destiny...
Destiny?
Has this incessant voice forgot already?
I am Kazuo Chinokawaki, genin of Kirigakure. And I am nothing.

It retorted with the wit Kazuo wished he had.
Therefore, there's nothing you can't be. Up to you. Decide. Decide...
In battle, you don't always have the privilege of knowing your enemy. What better way to learn than to.
Most of warfare is based on deception. Even more, on handling information.
Kazuo argued with himself often like that. His personality was becoming like a broken mirror under pressure of his anxiety: But an ideal of heroic and fearless shinobi still goaded him into action-first approaches. It's what heroes are made of, that instinct. Heroes and dead people, perishing before their time due to carelesness.
Anyone could enter at any moment. So on he observed the two battling it out. He would come out and face the heroes with destinies shining bright. He, the nothing, ready to be anything.
He merely refused to go in blind.
 

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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.
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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.
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Tsutsui grip the rails tight, her eyes are wide and fearful of this man and his abilities that appear to put her mother in a corner with nothing to defend herself, sure Sōma possesses more techniques in her arsenal that Tsutsui isn't aware of but can't help with this fear that grips her soul, to fear that people with greater power could take her own mother away and leave her an orphan again, well she has gran gran Yu and Suzume that'll take care of her. Watching the fight go on and her mother siphon the man's chakra turns and looks up at her with a smile which drops immediately, why? is his disheartened look caused by her horns that glistens from the sun, is it her small, petite frame that she herself considers a defective growth, whatever it is doesn't like the way this is going. The uneasiness caused her unique bloodline to awaken allowing her to feel every existing electrical current in the area which didn't help her at all. Sōma sat there ready to launch her next attack thanks to the water around them and the seal markings her snakes have applied and the extra chakra they stole from him has given her the edge she needs when she reaches for her kunai to cut her arm to rid of the poison in her blood the man addresses her "huh?" cocks her heads to the side then looks at her daughter with a confused look but once he finishes she narrows her eyes and went to say something but he left in bubbles then another presence came, her daughter looked panicked, did she sense a danger? I got to go and see what's wrong. prepares to rise from where she is but stops once on a knee when the Mizukage appeared looking pissed, possibly mad at the man for leaving "look my lord I ca-" cut off from her sentence when the man began scolding her about the outcome of this fight, how the man who left like a coward could've ended her life instantly heh the nerve of this man to scold her when his fighter left.
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Sōma chuckles when he demanded her to awaken her power and remove the poison that plagues her body now "You have the nerve to scold me for this fight when clearly your warrior leftover something he believes to be weakness or lack of skills or discipline my lord but no my daughter has never seen real combat let alone this kind, she's still learning as my disciple" rose to her feet drawing a kunai then plunge it into her palm where blood spilled "Fine I'll show you my Ketsuryugan!" with her eyes closed blood leaked from them feeling the power surge in her body, feeling her chakra rise and expand through her body, her chakra that now courses through her became visible around her form as an ominous dark purple color "The rightful daughter of the Chinoike Clan will not disappoint!" then the poison began to leave her body like a mist then her eyes open revealing a very blueish-white Ketsuryugan, black ring and a ghostly green pupil "here's the blood of our ancestors, the witch of the Chinoike!" slams her palm down summoning a katana plated in gold and black sheath and hilt a gold, drawing the blade out revealing a scarlet red blade "Lets honor our clan in this fight!" this display of emotions shocks her own daughter.​
 
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