Winning Vote said:
[x] Win
-[X] You can feel the way your new strength flexes in your chest, and you want to exult in it. Weapons, all weapons, are yours and yours alone. You are the Queen of Steel and these Tools of War will Bend to your Will. Her hand is not on her fan, in this singular moment of shock: replace yourself with it, spinning a staff from the ground to your hand in a glittering arc as you slam the haft into her abdomen. As she falls, your dragon of metal will rise again to follow her down with a shimmering wave of steel, shackling her to the ground in a blanket of wire and blades. With your opponent immobilized, flicker in to menace her exposed throat with the staff still in your hand; she will capitulate to your mastery.
You see your opponent take a step back in shock, and the world around you slows to a crawl, every one of your senses heightening to a razor's edge as yours eyes dart across the battlefield. You can feel new strength blooming in your chest, a new fire racing through your veins underneath your skin. Goosebumps flare along your arms as you take in a breath, your lungs filling with air for what feels like the first time in your life. You want to bask in it, to luxuriate in the feeling of power that courses through you, but you can't. That's not why you are here, and it's not who you are. All your focus narrows in on the figure standing in front of you, your entire existence strung through with tension in that one singular moment like a razor wire. It is as if the very universe itself is holding its breath to see what you do next.
Then you
move and the moment is forever broken. You let go of the knife that you were holding, letting it fall to the ground behind you. Your hands curl so fast into a hand seal you fingers leave after-images in the air, and you feel the pulsing chakra suffusing your body eagerly leap to your will, the crackling force in your soul eager for what's about to come. You see the fan ahead of you, and you know what you need to do. The recoil hits you like a solid wall of force, your will clashing with your opponent's as her subconscious mind realizes what you're trying to do and desperately tries to force you away with everything she has. But you grit your teeth, everything inside you screams that you don't just want this girl beaten, you want her
humiliated. So you tear your way through, simply shattering everything in your path as the chakra carves a path between you and her. With a flash and cloud of smoke you find yourself face to face with the sand bitch, and you catch a glimpse of her rapidly widening eyes, but you're already moving. A bo staff spins from it where lay discarded and you catch it effortlessly, in one singular impossible motion you slam it home into her abdomen.
There is a single, sharp ring of metal striking concrete as your knife finally hits the ground.
Your opponent's body folds in on itself like a piece of paper as she is sent flying by the impact of the staff. She tumbles through the air, skipping once across the floor like a stone across a pond, before her hand lashes out. The air itself twists and warps around her as her feet skid across the concrete, leaving her crouching in a cloud of dust. She looks up at you and you see the blood starting to drip down her face. You smirk, because no matter how good she is you have no intention of giving her a chance to recover, and your hand whips out. Golden lines snake out from your fingers, tracing along the metal strings you use to control your weapons, as every discarded tool of war that litters the ground of this battered arena leaps to your will. A swirling torrent of steel and iron hurtles across the field towards your opponent.
You see the faint shimmering of air in front of her, and you grit your teeth as the howling river of blades crashes against her defenses. The sound is like nothing you've ever heard, a non-stop cascade of thunder as thousands of weapons meet the over-pressurized shield of air desperately trying to deflect them away from its charge. Some are, ricocheting off like falling stars to land half melted and useless on the ground, but the rest drive home. The tide is too large and too fast to be resisted, and the howling gale of blades lands decisively with one final momentous crash. Then all that reigns is silence.
Gradually, the dust clears, and all that is visible is an indistinct pile of wires and twisted metal.
Then there is a scream, and the pile explodes in a massive pressure wave, once again scattering the weapons through the area as the winds swirl around you.
You are already moving. You flicker through scything wave of air and the falling weapons until you find the girl in the middle of a ring of metal. You find her laying there on her back, desperately trying to lever herself up into a sitting position, and breathing heavily from her last effort. She's in rough shape, her blonde hair is matted with blood and you can see cuts and lacerations all over her body through her shredded clothing. It's clear to you she's close to the end of her rope.
You land on her chest and you feel something crack underneath your foot. She coughs as she is forced back into the concrete, and you can see faint lines of scarlet blood start to drip from the corners of her mouth. You gently rest the bo staff on her throat. "Give up" you say simply. Her face is pale and tight, though how much of that is from the pain and the blood loss you don't know. Her eyes are wide open with equal parts shocked confusion and hate, but eventually she just lets her head fall back with a groan. You look up to see the referee moving over and looks her up and down quickly before looking at you.
"Winner: Tenten" he drawls out, and a tidal wave of relief washes over you as you step back. You did it, you won. You won. You hear cheering from the viewing platforms and you look up to see the other Konoha genin waving to you...well you see most of them...some of them...okay two or three are actually waving and most of them just look shocked, but in your mind they're all cheering for you. Unfortunately you don't see Gai-Sensei among them, but you try to push down the stab of disappointment. Last time you saw him he was rushing Lee to emergency surgery, and that was all of a half an hour ago. The thought of Lee snaps you back to your opponent. She's still lying there underneath your foot, and as you glance down at her she let's out a wet cough, sending a spray of blood out of her mouth. You realize that you have a choice to make.
[ ] Help her up - She may be a utter bitch, and the sister of that monster that tried to murder Lee, but you're better than her. And you want her to know you're better than her.
[ ] Ignore her - She'll be fine, the proctors will take care of her.
So yeah, you won, and now everyone just saw you start glowing and all your injuries heal themselves in a burst of golden light. Then you methodically took apart someone who was beating the shit out of you five seconds beforehand. I'm sure this will engender no suspicion whatsoever. Also, I am taking into account shinobi's already prodigious physical traits when looking at physical charms, so keep that in mind.
I'm going to try and keep a two-day update schedule for this quest, but I need to get back in the swing of actually writing again, so the start might be a bit rocky. Hopefully I can keep up a slightly faster tempo than this one ended up being.