Rivals
The two firebenders danced. Or at least, that's what the fight would look like to any untrained observer. Blasts of flame were dodged by inches as the two mobile warriors played an intricate and dangerous game. Had any untrained observer been clued in as to the true nature of this event, they would have no doubt thought the advantage obvious. One man was far larger than his opponent, and it looked to be a difference of years rather than just height. His loose shirt bared his arms, and the sweat made his rippling muscles glisten under the firelight.
His opponent, in contrast, was short and young. Rather than the raw physical power his opponent so obvious had, he looked thin and weak. But those who knew the fighters were well aware of how the match was actually going. The baggy clothes that covered the younger man hid toned muscles, not large but still powerful. His smaller frame allowed him to more easily dodge the bursts of heat and light that flew around the arena, and closer inspection showed that his own flames were no smaller or less intense.
Both were too skilled to be caught easily, bending away what was too close for comfort. But the elder fighter had to exert more effort to move himself out of harm's way, and bend defensively more frequently. It was slight, difficult to notice, but the observing Masters could see the fight taking its toll on one warrior more than the other.
A less experienced or skilled fighter might have pressed the advantage then and there, eager to end the battle, but the younger firebender was in no hurry, and continued on implacably. If anything, that seemed to simply anger the larger man. Firebending was derived from passion, and while Lord Zuko and the Avatar had dispelled the misconception that anger and rage were the only sources of inner flame, they were still perfectly valid emotions to fuel powerful firebending.
The larger man's bursts of flame grew as well, swelling in size to match his shouts of frustration. The smaller fighter's movements sped up slightly, but if the increased pace of the battle was wearing on him at all, he did not show it through the mask that covered his lower face. The lack of results only toked the flames of his opponent's anger, and the fire came hotter, faster, and in greater and greater quantities.
When it became obvious that trying to outlast was no longer worth the effort for anyone possessing less than limitless stamina, the younger man quickly changed the pace of the fight, coiling his body to jump. Reading the motion, his opponent aimed his next punch higher to intercept. Rather than take to the skies however, the young firebender launched his own blast upwards and back to force himself down into a slide that took him below the incoming attack.
Sliding to a halt directly in front of his opponent, the young man leapt upwards, dealing a powerful blow to his opponent's chin, the first true hit of their match. Not expecting the sudden change in range, the older man was staggered by the blow, but quickly regained both his balance and his confidence. In a close range fight on even ground, his superior physique would no doubt give him the advantage.
Rather than being forced to contend with more hand to hand combat however, he was instead forced on the defensive by a flurry of flames that he was forced to bend around himself at the last moment. Just as he was getting used to the effort and preparing to go on the attack again, the young man burst from the flames, running forward at a great pace. The older firebender tried to counterattack with a blast of flame, but the younger man was too close, and easily ducked under his outstretched arm.
Batting the outstretched appendage aside with his left arm, the younger man used the momentum to deliver a powerful palm strike to his opponent's chest that exploded with a rush of flames. The fire propelled the older man backwards, out of the ring and into the wall. With no one to sustain them any longer, the fire died out in the arena, leaving a young man standing in the center, not even out of breath from the drawn out fight.
As the Masters began to voice their congratulations on his victory, the older man staggered to his feet. Some of the nearer Masters heard the telltale crackle. "Lao, stop! The match is over!" shouted one as he started towards the man, but his fury at his loss drowned out his mentor.
The younger man turned as the bolt of lightning was loosed towards him, flying through the air at incredible speed. Horror struck the gathered Masters as it struck the poor soul dead center. Instead of falling down however, he began moving his arms in an intricate motion.
"Is that… waterbending?" asked one of the Masters in shock. Any response was drowned out as the crackle of energy became a fervent screech that sounded like a thousand birds taking flight at once as the lightning pooled in the young man's right hand. The whole room was still for a split second, before the young man dashed forward at incredible speed. The lightning in his hand carved a furrow through the stone floor of the arena as he dashed forward.
The fistful of lightning impacted the wall next to the older firebender's head with a loud crash that even overwhelmed the chirping for a moment. As the lightning died out, the young man struggled to pull his arm out of the stone wall he had embedded it into as the gathered Masters swarmed the two.
AN: Now I don't
know if Kakashi was reincarnated as well, but I'm just saying, what's the point if our eternal rival didn't follow us across time and space?