[Iron Fist Tournament] Round 0 : Naisu v. Tyko

He would lean to his left, stretching a bit. His right arm extended, his left grabbing his elbow. He wasn't going to risk getting a cramp during this fight. His tongue hung out of his mouth as he did so. He begun to crouch down, doing squats waiting for the signal to begin the battle. . . . but he wasn't going to waste time doing nothing.

"Gotta give it all I got!" he thought to himself. He didn't have much to bring to the tournament, but he had himself. Anything he won, he would give it to Mother Akira for sure. After all, every bit would go towards bettering the future of Sunagakure.

Naisu was surprised at Ryuhei's defeat... having seen the mage's abilities firsthand in Edolas. He thought the warrior was capable of much more, though he could have simply just underestimated his opponent he supposed. The Shadow of Snake chose to ignore this for now, his black hair glimmering in the spotlight as his preliminary match began. Natsume was in the stand watching over him, her tiny hands clasped together as she focused her gaze on him. Whether or not she admitted it, Naisu could tell that she was worried about him. He let out a small, subtle grin from the left corner of his face, his hazel eyes scanning his opponent with a transfixed stare. He called out to his opponent, an essence of cheer in his tenor voice as he spoke, "Let's have a good fight." With that, the battle would begin.

He would let his opponent make the first move. As soon as the man seemed ready to fight, Naisu would unveil his powers...

He sat there, looking at the three rings below. Both of them held two combatants. They were pitted against each other based on random circumstances. This was only the initiative to start their fight, they would have to fight again, a second time, after the tournament officially began.

He lifted the microphone to his mouth, pausing for a moment. He looked over the fighters. In one ring, Malm stood with a mysterious goat woman. In another ring, a familiar samurai stood in the ring with his good friend Alexei. And in the ring in front of him, stood two men he had not seen before, but had recognized their names.


He stood there, throwing the microphone aside. He was going to enjoy this event. He could feel it.

During this thread, the fight begins after this post.

During all other IFT Thread FIghts, the fight will start at the end of the next post. This means the person who posts next, will not be able to initiate anything. However, this does not mean they cannot react.

With a smile on his face, he would begin to rush at the man. They both stood at the familiar starting points that all fighters begun their journey with. His fist would begin to move at his side, a hook ready to swing, "Get ready!" he would say.

Tyko was ready to fight for the country he believed in. He would get in close and hit the man with a barrage of attacks. If that didn't work, he would have to make light work of his feet to make sure his fight wasn't the least dramatic. He had a show to put on.

With the words spoken by Kaseki, the Snake knew the battle would begin. Tyko chose to initiate the fight as he charged at the young Shiratori. Naisu studied his movements, determining Tyko's ability and skill. He was much slower than Naisu, and for the interest of conserving his power for later rounds, Naisu chose to limit himself to a similar level. He would not use his magic, only his basic weapons and his mind. When the man came running toward him with fist in tow, hazel eyes scanned his movements timing it so that when the man was but only a meter away from him: Naisu would lift up the knee of his left foot, extending the leg in a swift motion to intercept the incoming fist attack, stretching his long leg to kick the combatant in the torso. Assuming the attack hit, the combatant would be sent flying back from the force of the hit falling a few feet back from his original position. At this point the Shiratori's foot would retract as he continued his previous standing position. His hands motioned toward his left side, where his black blade Kokuei was sheathed in its black scabbard. He unveiled the fine thin blade, ready to spice up this fight.

"I won't lie to you. You'd be better off giving up now," he said with cool words, his grin remaining true.

The boy seemed to take things slowly. It seemed to be an advantage to Mr. Japan. Seeing his leg rise, he decided to make a clockwise spin. If he couldn't punch the man, he would give him a nice elbow to the face. Following that hit, he would use his right leg to sweep the man off his feet. With his target off balance, or on the ground, he would be able to end the fight fast and easy. Shouldn't be too tough, right?

But something felt a bit off. With none of their deaths being valid, how far would someone go to win the fight?

So it seemed that the man had spunk behind him in this fight. Naisu outclassed him in just about every aspect of fighting, yet the lad still continued to try and outclass him.  As the lad avoided the kick with what could only be described as an awkward movement, Naisu scanned his movements once more and prepared himself for the counter. His left foot returned to the ground before spinning on his left foot, his right foot raised as his body spun rapidly for a grand spinning roundhouse kick, the leg meant to collide right into the man's face as he attempted to close the distance with an elbow. As the two exchanged blows, Tyko would realize that Naisu was much faster than he, and as a result of that he would feel the dynamite power of the right boot.

This match was going to be his, and the sooner the Sunagakure shinobi realized that the less painful this would be.

There was no room for error. As his arm would soon meet the leg of the man, Tyko's right leg would continue to slide at a swift motion to the man's leg. He would have to move lightly if he was going to make it out alive. With the force behind the man's leg, he knew it would be a tight match for him, but it would be a performance nonetheless.

As his torso would twist, his right arm to the man's leg, his left fist would swing around. He was much too far away for a shot to the face, so the man's knee would have to do. His expression would change after being pushed a bit back from the man's leg, but he would make his next attack unrelentlessly.

Naisu's blow struck true, albeit being blocked by the man's arm causing him to feel the impressive force of the Shiratori's kick. He was surprised the man could withstand his attack and coordinate himself well enough to block the attack in time. Naisu was in a compromising position as he made the worse call he could have possibly made ever. His kick had been the most vulnerable position, him believing it was good enough to break the man entirely with the amount of force behind it. As a result Naisu suffered, his arrogance getting the best of him as the man managed to break his leg. Naisu yelled out, the crowd cheering and laughing at the pitiful display as he fell to the floor on his stomach "I have no other options, I can't afford to hold back now,"' he thought to himself as he fell.

The young Shiratori unveiled his vast power, rolling on the floor following his fall and extending an arm as he leaned up with his abdominal core. Tyko would know what it was like to be burned. A massive wave of fire rushed out to meet him, hopefully ending the fight and allowing the Shiratori the ability to heal.

Name: Flamethrower
Rank: C
Description: The user charges one of their arms with the fire element whilst making a fist. They then release a 10ftx10ft wave of fire towards their opponent
Strengths:
- If it connects it deals C rank damage.
- Moves at 10 m/s
- Range of 10 meters
-Is capable of hitting more than one target depending on the proximity between the two targets.
Weaknesses:
- Can be eaten by Fire slayers
- They can be destroyed of canceled with any form of a D-Rank or higher water spell
- Travels only in a straight line.
Duration: 1 post
Cooldown: 3 posts

"Well, shit." He looked at the wall of fire. There was no way around it. With no jutsu, no skills, no shield or sword, it was going to be one hell of a hit. He could feel the heat impact his body, and burn away at him. This was the only error he made.

He had no idea what his opponent could do. But with this in mind, he would be sure to remember to tell the others about this man's skills. It seemed as if some people were in another league. There was no reason to go on. He was severely outclassed.

Tyko Concedes. gg, no re.