Game of Death: Uchiha vs. Tenjin

The wind howled in fury from the northern hills, the setting sun shined a strong light over the eerie shadows that had begun to wake, each a form that gave men nightmares. A slight valley nestled itself between the hills and a roaring blue stream on a few miles from the graveyard that is to be the battlefield for two men. The gloomy shades danced across foot high dew coated grass, each blade an emerald green, all identical in the lush sea of vegetation. The soil was still soft from yesterday’s rain and pressed down into footprints from Tenjin’s slow jaunt as he made his way towards the tombstones but stopped halfway down a large hill, only a silhouette as the sun fell to give birth to the night. He stood there, his ebony colored coat rustled in the gusts of air until the skeletal moon lifted itself into place and the star lit sky flickered with a thousand flashes. Beneath the stellar, poised Katsuro with a cigarette in his lips, its ember exploded with color when Tenjin inhaled the smoke. Crimson hair dangled in front of his ghastly face before being swelled with grey smoke as he exhaled. His eyes were shut and mind was blank, only reminiscing about the morning’s news when a knock on his door revealed a woman dressed in black gave him a scroll held and bond together with a red ribbon. The scroll was made of papyrus instead of paper and had sand like texture to it. Upon pulling the ribbon from its tight lock it revealed to him a shocking paragraph stating his opponent was his old master, Uchiha NeVann. He came back into reality and open his eyelids, letting the world see his blood tinted pupils as he stared down onto the buried dead. His cigarette was burned to the filter and ash that still held its cylindrical shape finally fell when his lips muttered soft words yet in a deep tone of voice “So it begins, Sensei.” The ashes whirled in the zephyr before it grew angry again and turned into a mighty uproar sending his coat in a violent dance and rustled his pant legs as he released the filter from his mouth and made his way down to the resting dead. Large monstrous trees stretched their limbs in all directions, sharp branches and rotting bark enhanced the creepiness of the ancient timbers. Granite and marble gravestones marked mass graves and few coffins of past warriors that had fallen in battle on this very island, this didn’t affect Kenpachi the slightest. His attire was masked in darkness, he dressed casually this night yet he looked like he was attending a funeral for he wore nothing but black. His coat had golden buckles but were unlatched so that he revealed sculpted abdominal muscles layered in pale skin. Katsuro’s face was expressionless but was nearly unseen behind his red devil lock haircut.

He sat upon a tombstone, which read something in Japanese he didn’t bother to read. Pressing his cuffed fist against his chin he waited for his nemesis, waited he did but impatiently, tapping his left boot constantly against the grass causing them to flatten in its pressure. A sigh of boredom escaped his mouth as he lit another cigarette and took in the strong menthol vapors slowly until he saw a figure making his way towards him in the clearly where it formed a small natural ring surrounded by the graves, perfect for opening a fight. Fumetsu flicked the Newport into the distance, extinguishing in the still wet earth. Keeping his face down slightly, the clanking and jingle of his buckles ruptured the dire silence before he stopped ten paces from Uchiha and lifted his head in an arrogant manner before pushing his curtain like locks from his face. He formed a scornful smile at his once teacher and suddenly a sharp pain erupted in his right wrist, the same wrist that Uchiha broke during his tutorage so many months ago. The pain wasn’t physical but mental, Tenjin gripped it and tightened his hold so hard that his arms shook before he released abruptly and his smile turned into a snarl. The tension was thick, it could be felt by both men, deep within his stomach Kenpachi felt a stir of rage and anger, he felt the dishonor of abandoning his lessons to go rogue. Up until about a month ago he remained a hired killer before becoming a member of the infamous Les Assassins Silencieux, a family of people similar to him. Without rush he pulled his arms from his jacket and tossed it onto a deep brown tombstone letting the sleeves dangle off the sides and the lower portion lay atop the grass. His body was wrapped in leather bands, they spiraled up his arms and some around his torso. His muscles flexed in the dull moonlight before he engaged his standard stance and cracked his knuckles before balling them into fists.

“Normally this is where I give a dramatic speech and tell you to prepare yourself…….f@#k that $h!t. You know what you are up against...Master.” His voice was calm but deep, a slight sense of anger hinted his sentence.

A sudden high pitch released from the vocals of a swarm of bats as they flew across the sky and became mere shades in the moon and stars, the flapping and screeching signaled Tenjin to attack. His feet kicked off the ground for a split second sending turf tearing behind him as he darted forward and released a swift straight punch aimed for Uchiha’s nose but in the momentum he shifted his feet and spun still on the ground and used the energy as a boost of impact with a spinning backfist which flew at NeVann’s throat. He hoped the move would distract the seasoned fighter long enough for him to pull off a Wu Shu style leg sweep as his rotation ended so that he may use the buckled ninja’s shoulder as a platform to kick off of and send a heel kick pinpointed for the temple. Whichever outcome happened, Tenjin would perform a series of single armed back handsprings to gain some distance.

A top the W.A.L. tower the shinobi sat. His left leg dangled over it's edge while he proped his right on the ledge. Vann's arms folded over one another, they rested upon his knee while he looked at the horizon as dawn broke. The once dark blue sky blanketed in star was now a light blue, and in the distance a majestic blend of reds, oranges, and yellows spread from the the bright fire ball welcoming a new day. Many days he had woke up early just to enjoy the beauty of the sun rising. Lost in the scenary for moment, vann was bought back by the loud sqwauking of a large hawk. Passing over head, the bird circled around for a few passes before landing atop the roof. Then folding it's wings, it walked over to him. Then hoping on to the ledge the bird lowed it's head before lifting up it's right talon. In it was a rolled up parchment wrapped and tied with a silk black ribbon. After handing it to the shinobi, the hawk leaped from atop of the tower. Seeming to be in a nose dive the hawk spread open its wings and glided for flapping them again and flying off. Pulling the end of the ribbon it quickly untied, then hanging it over the the edge of the building he let it go and watch the wint take hold of it as it streamed down to the ground. Unrolling the note he began to read.

Congradulation Uchiha NeVann,

You have been choosen do to your skills in the martial arts, to take part in the Game of Death Tournament. This is strictly a hand to hand combat tournament. As it progress the host may decide to add the useage of weapons. But the only rule at this point in time is no powers allowed, and the useage of them will be an automatic forfeit. With that said if you would like to compete in G.o.D. make your way to Sakamoto International Cemetery in Nagasaki where you will meet you're first opponent Kenpachi, Tenjin. Good luck.

After reading the letter he ripped it to small pieces and tossed them in the air. As the pieces flutted to the ground far below, Vann stood to his feet and balanced himself as he looked over the edge. Then taking a deep breath he closed his eyes and drove off the ledge. With his legs togther and his arms spread out in a V, Vann felt the rush of wind on his face as the sound of his hair wavering echoed in his ear. Tucking his head, and curling his body. He preformed a double sumersualt before landing feet first on the ground below. Then walking in the tower he made his way to D.O.V.A.  Making his way to the main computer he typed in the coordinets of the portal that was stationed in Japan. The cylinder shaped device began to light up and shortly after a liqud like wall appeared in it's center. Vann slowly walked up to it and placed his left hand up touching the watery like texture before walking completely through. As he took his second step he was already on japanese soil. Headin to his bunker Vann went to his weapon cabnet, he figured it would be better to have a one he was use too. Those not taking his katana Vann grabbed a collapsable bow staff that exented to 8ft in lenght. extending it out he tested it out. Spining it in a circle a few time he stopped and collapsed it, knowing he couldn't use it this round he connected to his belt. Then reaching down he crossed his arms and took ahold of the side of his shirt. Then lifting his arms up he removed it, before going over to his closet and pulling out a black sleveeless shirt that bared a large Uchiha symbol on the back and the new W.A.L. symbol on the front left side.

Vann then made his way to the vehicle holding bay. He smirked as he saw his favorite mongoose, an ATV type vehicle. Then grabbing the key, he placed it in the egnition and cranked it up. The engine roared to life as he sat upon it. Picking up a pair of sunglasses that rested on on the handle bars, he opened them up and placed them on his face. Revving the engine a few times, he hit the high beams and sped out the bay door into the dead of night before making it to the highway. The rubber of the tires screech as it touched the pavement of the highway. While travelling down the roads, the wind whipping at his face, he began to think about Tenjin. Tenjin was his student, a man of great promised. Yet he threw it away and took up the life of an assassin. Right before he went rogue, Kenpachi challenged the shinobi. Vann made short work of him, and in the act of trying to teach him humility. Vann broke his wrist in three places before leaving him to fend for himself. Looking at the signs above head he saw his eixt was only a 1/4 mile away. Moving over to the lanes on the left he took his off ramp, before travelling down a road that brought him to gates of SakamotoInternational Cemetery. Turnign off the lights and the engine of the mongoose he dismounted it. Leaping over the closed and locked gate, he landed and noticed soil was still soft. This was the sign of a resent rain. The weather was a mild chill with a fog that left visiblity at about twenty feet. Walking farther he finally making out a shilluete of a man he knew it had to be Tenjin. It was time for him to show his true fighting skill and prove to the world that his Sharingan was only a tool to him like a kunai or his swords.

Long time no see my former student, I hear you're apart of the world reknown assassin group L.A.S.

before he could speak farther Tenjin cut him off yelling“Normally this is where I give a dramatic speech and tell you to prepare yourself…….f@#k that $h!t. You know what you are up against...Master.” before throw a straight right aimed for his nose. Caught off guard at ergerness to bring him pain, Vann's head was sent flying back by Tenjin's rock like fist. Stambling backward Vann manged to his arms up, protecting his neck for the back hand that came at him. Still trying to get his footing, he felt them leave from under him from Tenjin's leg sweep. As he landed on his back, he placed his hands flat on the grond, and arching his back he pushed himself up in a kick up fashion. Only to be driven down to one knee as Tenjin used his shoulder as a stepping stool. Rolling forward he dodged a knockout kick to the temple. Rising back to his feet and turning around he wiped some blood that had ran down his nose when he was punched. His dark brown eyes narrowed as he watched the assassin handspring away. He was more angered at leting himself get caught off guard, more then he did geting punched in the face. Timing the speed and distance inwhich Tenjin was flipping away. Vann used his raw speed to meet him as he landed with his back to Tenjin. Then raising his right arm and swinging it back, Vann planed to ran into his face, returning the favor from earlier. Then while Tenjin would be stunned, and his fist was coming drop. Vann placed his left hand over it and pushed back jabbing his spear like elbow right under where the rib cage connected to hit his diaphragm driving the air from him. The reaching up as Tenjin slumped over to grab the back of his neck as he kicked his shin, and using his levage to flip Tenjin back frist on a gravestone. Before steeping over him, and leaping while arching his back. Then tucking in his knees to his chest, execcuting a standing moonsault but landing knees first on his collar bone. Rising to his feet he waited in a Akido type defensive stance. 

The air sat still, motionless, dead as the two combatants faced off with the ferocity of caged wild beasts. The swarm of the devil’s children swallowed the moon as the bats fluttered in arches and spirals, blind to the fight below. Shadows lurked and crawled across the ground seemingly sliding over the soft flesh of earth enveloping all signs of life in darkness but banished by the shining moonlight leaving patches of mother’s earth gift to man visible to the naked eye. Grizzly cold clutched the battlefield almost as if death itself awaited and watched this fight, his skeletal grip rolled up Tenjin’s spine as he back handspringed in a display of outstanding acrobatics with speeds as if he wore the winged shoes of mercury. His mind however was focused and calm, envisioning past experiences of battles and calculating his next move prematurely, a technique that does more harm than good in some cases. He only thought about what skill to use against his master and caught glimpse of Uchiha advancing at him with hell at his heels. With every wheel Tenjin seen him come closer and closer in between sudden flashes of darkness given by the environment. His reaction time was on par with the finest martial artist but his constant shuffling of ideas nearly blinded him to the battery that was to come. Eyes hazed over, a blank stare came over Kenpachi’s face as he vaulted to his feet before planting the soles of his slate colored boots deep within the supple terrain.

His hands barely lifted into combat position and his mane iridescent with shades of cherry and rose circulate before his eyes before a quick whip of the neck sent gave him sight only to see a heap of flesh and bone collide with his nose bridge causing a surge of pain to blast into his sinuses. His eyes watered and a pulse of blood sprayed from his nostrils as he constantly batted his eyes to regain his original sight. Stumbling backwards only to kick the ground to support himself from falling only to be buckled by a sword like elbow in the center of his abdomen causing his ribs to flex and contort to form around Uchiha’s elbow. Without warning a gasp for air followed by a regurgitation of blood, splashing onto NeVann’s turned back before the skilled shinobi lowered his center of gravity and using Tenjin’s own weight to send him towards a gravestone back first. The leather wrappings glistened as he was launched and contrasted his pale skin. With little energy he twisted his spine and spun his legs like the rotors of a helicopter causing his whole body to contort just before landing on his palms. He balanced himself on the worked marble, grinding his fingernails against its grain, his legs above his body in a 30 degree angle. Fumetsu’s reflexes and dexterity saved himself from being crippled from shattered vertebrae. As if those moments were not affected by time the wind exploded again sending the last remaining leaves from the devilish trees in a torrent around Tenjin, yet he smiled as it passed. He gazed through his inflamed locks at his old sensei and using his whole upper body muscle’s to push himself of the tombstone and in a somersault forward. As he landed his body as low as the slab of marble itself he crouched in a ninja like position, a principle stance that Uchiha himself taught him. Genshokage’s physical self was gripped in the shadows behind him, only the reflection of his hair punctured the void as he flexed as hard as he could while he caught his breath. Blood still trickling from his pearl white teeth and down his lips, for a moment Katsuro cupped his left hand under his chin letting his plasma crash into his talon like hand.

Katsuro felt something he longed for that moment not the thrill of battle or the intense rage he summons for an attack; no this was something he had hoped for, for a long time. A feeling only a warrior such as himself could muster and embrace it like it was his very child, the presence of death. He awaited someone from somewhere willing and able to kill him but give him the rightful state of honor to grant him nirvana. This spiritually uplifting sense tossed and turned in his abdomen, warping his strong sense of honor and pride into something more, barbaric. The word honor meant nothing now; his mind was not blocked or barred by simple codes and moral values that even such a vicious man like himself still called necessary. As he rose from his gargoyle like posture, he formed a sinister smile and mouth simple words but without speaking my turn

Bursting forward like a blood drunk beast yet keeping his predator mind set in balance with his human calculations, he shot left and right, seeming to the point he would break his ankles as he slid across the ground at the highest speeds is now oxygen enriched muscles could propel him at towards his mighty foe. Fumetsu’s pupils locked onto the ninja as if a aura drawn him closer and as he came within range his body tensed and shot down in a front roll kicking up dirt and turf once more. As he tumbled he kicked himself up and sent his fingers for Uchiha’s right bottom rib in hopes of hooking his fingers behind the bones causing immense pain before attempting to tear his fingers free still cradling several pieces of flesh and bone using tiger claw style. As this move was only the decoy his right fingers aimed like daggers for his old master’s armpit to drive them into the heap of nerves yet he attack with such velocity it was likely if the move connected it would tear into NeVann’s muscle and possibly strike major blood vessels. This sequence of attacks was all done in a crouching position before sweeping around like a serpent still laying on his side to strike at the shinobi’s Achilles tendons with hopes of tearing them with a pinch like maneuver learned from studying forbidden techniques from scrolls. From the laying position he sweeped his legs around to lift him to his feet in a hunched posture only a few meters from his enemy.

After delivering a serise of attacks that caused the spewing of blood for his pupil. As the he ruby colored drops ran down Vann's neck, back and right arm. He felt a warmth of joy that his one he once call his disciple had grown so much. He knew that if this had been few months ago Tenjin's spinal column would have been mangled unthe tombstone leaving him paralyzed. Yet as quickly as he was joyed, Vann found himself struck with grief at the fact that someone with so much talent and promise that choose to take under his and teach him his way. Had turned his back on his sensei dishonoring not only him but his way of life. Vann really had no one but himself to blame in the end really, he knew of the darkness that resided in Fumetsu's heart and yet he still oftered his tutalige anyway in hopes that his philosophies could help calm the evil that he held deep inside. Yet that fact was lost and it could be easily be seen as Tenjin posture went for human to animalist as he rose to his feet. Seeing this barbaric form of Tenjin before he knew that his stance at this point was useless. Locking eyes with Tenjin, his left leg that was bent do to him puting his weight on it slide forward while shifting his weight to his back right leg. His right arm that had a clinched fist rose to his eye level and rested three inches from his face. Then fulling extending his left arm that had a flat palm aiming upward turned 45 derees, this was a quicker defensive to offense stance from kenpo. In mid stance change he saw a smile of malicious and sadistic intent form on Tenjins face.

Though very humid, the air had become quite stale. The pale moon light demmed as it he the cumilation fog that had fell to an akles hight from the ground. The wind blow in softly causing the thin branches as leave on the above head to sway. It was like a calm before the strom for the shinobi as he watch Tenjin come at him, zig zaging back and forth like a snarling bloodlusting beast. Timing the patern of Vann pushed off hisback leg having it leaving the ground, and pivetting on his front left he threw a roundhouse kick that would have flooded the charging Fumetsu. but at the last approaching second he rolled causing the ninja to kick nothing but air. Spining completely around, Vann fell back into his stance.But as his foot went back to touch the ground, he felt a sharp pain as if he had been stabed with five throwing knives at once in his left side. The right side of face had squinted from the agonizing pain shunk in. Breaking the flesh and ripping at his muslce tissue, Tenjin's finger nails felt like razor blades as they  ripped from his side. Vann's eyes bulged as it fet as though the assassin was claws were dragging for a hours eventhough it was on seconds.  Then from the corner of his eye he caught sight of Tenijin second strike, and turning his body to the left he raised up his knee to chest level and obstructed the path of the attack with his shin. Now with his left knee up Vann stood in a different kenpo stance looking at his student that was still crouched down like a viper perparing to strike, and strike he did as he aimed for the tendents of Vann's leg. Though his move was swift it was quick to the shinobi who had leaped and sifting the axis his body went completely horizontal and rotated twice clockwise before he sent a kick at Tenjins face, before Tenjin preformed a windmill like break dancing move to rise to his feet.

Landing on only his left foot, his right knee up at chest level. While his right arm extended with fist clinched, and left brought in, elbow pointed upward as the palm was open pointing forward like a blade. Five thin steam of crimson ran from his side from Tenjin attack, but by then the rush of adrenaline numbed the pain. Looking over at what Fumetsu had become a look of disgust fall over his face and his lips parted and the sond of his voice was carried by the night air. So this is that what you become... The path that you have choosen. I find myself almost ashame to look at you. And for this I am sorry... I have failed you not only a teacher but as friend. I really thought I was doing right by you, by teaching that of philosophies and art of the ninja. Never would I have guest you would become an assassin! I take it our last meeting in which I broke your wrist sent you over board... Believe me when I say it was to teach you humility, not humiliation. But now seeing the fire of destruction in your eyes and the haterd that calls your heart home I must not be so merciful this time. You shouldn't have turned your back on me and left your training half complete, for now I will so you that I'm not only revered as an elite ninja, but also as a master of the martial arts! The intensity of his eyes could turn even the devil himself as pale as ghost, and unfortunetly all his fury and anger was concentrated on Tenjin. Dropping to a karateka stance he charge at his student with both fist clinched and at his side. Reaching the assassin he planted his front foot and threw a stright right at his face, but this was only a ploy to have Tenjin raise his defense to face. The attack was a rising left in to his abdomen, that was soon followed by Vann grabing the back of Tenjins neck and jumping up while raming his knee into his face. The knee was made to make him stumble back, and as Vann landed he would grap Tenjins leg pulling him forward while driving head first like spear into Fumetsu's stomach before Vann sent his elbow down into the leg he had ahold of with intent of breaking it. Finishing the comb by lifting him up and driving Tenjin to the ground while throwing all of his weight to his right arm that the shinobi placed over his students collarbone to snap it in two. As the two hit the ground, Vann summersaulted off of Tenjin and with his back to him. He truned only head and utter in a soul chilling voice.

This is my level! Not only can I chain together different attack but also different styles. First the Yamatsuki a karateka strike, then Kao Loi a Muai Tai knee strike. Ugyuu Haitou a chinese kenpo strike and lastly kuchiki Daoshi a juijutsu take down. It's kinda ironic that our match was placed in a graveyard, cause this will be your final resting place.

His eyes full of fire and passion, almost a desire to to send his pupil to the after life. For he knew he didn't do it this time Tenjin surely wouldn't hesitate to be the end of him. Turning around the wind caught his raven hair, causing it to sway infront of his face as he glared down at Tenjin.