Kicking off from the ground, you land on the wall and flip over the fireballs right as they converge, using the force of the explosion to propel you further through the air and towards the middle of the gym. Partway through the jump, a metal ball meets your trajectory, which you block with both palms, flipping around again and landing about halfway between where you started and where the heir still stands.
The heir has produced an oversized, heavy kusari-fundo, the ball end of which returns to his hands shortly after you land. One end of the chain weapon is ball-shaped, and the other is more of a cylindrical handle. Overall it's larger than normal, with a very long, thick chain and both ends more than a foot in length/diameter.
You can't help but smirk.
"Even your chosen weapon is a pale imitation of Lord Hanzo's," you shake your head, before fixing your opponent with a glare. "That's perfect, let us see how strong others have made you, Honorable Nephew."
His eyes widen in rage at the special attention you give the moniker, and once more he swings the kusari-fundo at you.
Dancing away from the attack puts you where you wanted to go, next to a weapon rack alongside one of the walls. You pick a ninjato off the rack, dodge another strike from your opponent's kusari-fundo, and then approach him. When he pulls back for another strike, you slam the tip of the sword through one of the chain-links, pinning it to the floor, and dive in.
Your opponent slips his hand down the chain, off of the cylindrical end. He swings that end barreling towards your face, though you duck out of the way and catch the strike on your forearm, chain wrapping around it.
Instead of striking at you again, your opponent instead pulls you in. You let him, kicking off the ground and aiming a kick at his head. He gives the chain some slack, and your kick instead hits his chest with a meaty, ineffective, slap. One of his hands completely envelops your left ankle, squeezing it with not-inconsiderable force.
"Not so smug now that I've got you, dog?" He questions, and you decline to answer. "Where does your strength come from then?"
This time, you do respond, but only after firmly planting your right heel in his throat, causing him to let go.
"Myself, of course," you duck the ball of his kusari-fundo, finally free of your trap, "though I owe credit to my teachers." The hand seals for Howling Movement are quickly flashed through, your natural speed more than enough for the heir. "And perhaps-" you consider for a moment, and can't help yourself, "-no, certainly-" a one-two punch combo sends the heir reeling, stumbling backwards as he regains his footing, "-the gods."
Your opponent growls, swinging the kusari-fundo in faster and faster circles, turning it into a steel-colored blur. "Of course you pray, you're a barbarian raised by a traitor mother!" The kusari-fundo sails towards you at great speed, and you only barely get your head out of the way.
The follow-up strike from the other end is far slower, not having gained the momentum from being swung, and you cleanly smack it out of the way. Again, you're able to strike your opponent twice, a right hook to the ribs and a cross-knife to his neck with the left. The second attack doesn't quite land on-target, but a trickle of blood issues from his ear nonetheless.
"I don't appreciate that," you offer, sweeping for his legs, though his bulk means the endeavor is fruitless.
"Of course you don't, bar-"
Your kick cuts off his sentence, blasting him across the gym and causing him to drop the cylindrical end of the kusari-fundo.
"Not that, though your running your mouth is something that's quickly becoming hard for me to stand. I don't think you've ever met my mother," something truly cutting worms its way onto the tip of your tongue then. "Or your own, for that matter."
Interestingly enough, his responding profanity is muttered instead of bellowed.
He charges you, both sides of his weapon coming in to crush you at different angles. A three-pronged attack much like his opening ninjutsu, though far harder to dodge. Still though, very, very boring.
Stepping in, you spin on your heel, lifting the other leg at a ninety-degree angle as the ends of the kusari-fundo smash into one another. Your opponent strikes a split second after his weapon does, something you relied on to land your devastating wheel kick.
The heir's knee touches the ground, the ends of his weapon clattering to the ground.
"This is boring," you flatly state, "you bore me, Honored Nephew-" you make sure to put special emphasis on those words, "-or should I say abomination-" you shrug, "whatever I call you. Why did you challenge me if you were going to turn out to be such a disappointment?"
Though you do want to hear his response, you turn away from him, and begin walking back to the doors.
[] Leave him, even if he attacks you again. The heir has proven that he isn't worth your time. Maybe you can convince others he isn't worth Ame's time either.
[] Should he attack you again, continue to fight, you want to pick him apart a bit more, maybe find out more about him. If he doesn't, you'll leave, and if anyone asks, talk about his cowardice. After all, you're not the one bleeding here.
[] Stop before you actually go, there's no way he won't continue fighting if you stand in his own personal training area in defiance of him. This is the best way to learn more about the heir, and just why Lord Hanzo would consider someone like him worthy of his time, much less to be his successor.
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A/N: Weird to say, but I'm not sure how I feel about this one. Then again, I'm feeling pretty weird in general so it might be just me. Either way I hope it's alright, and moreover I hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving!
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