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Zatoichi stopped, an eighth of a centimeter from connecting with Mizu and grinned. This man, who also held the same handicap as himself, without the benefits just challenged him to a sword fight, even with fake swords, dueling a Mayanari with swords was deadly. "Alright, I accept your offer for a duel." He said grinning. He remembered where the wooden sword had fallen, remembering the strange clunk of the wood on dirt and the force pressed out against his kimono. He reached down grasping the hilt of the wooden sword and grinning. He dropped his stance holding the sword as if ready to defend and smiled. He assumed the stance of the heaven blade, his senses, speed, and strength increasing all at once with the activation of his clan skill. "Alright then, I am ready to begin." he said grinning. In his mind he could see the wind moving around his opponents assaulting his ears with a full image of both of them. His senses were now over a hundred times that of a normal person, he could hear both of his opponents heat beats, he could smell their sebaceous glands, producing oil and sweat to maintain their temperature. He could feel their muscles tense, pressing against the air around all of them and he basked in his attunement with everything, even without being able to see it all.

Taking his own wooden sword in hand, a scimitar shaped practice sword; Immolatus grinned as he spun the sword, toying it in his hand before resting it in his palm and enclosing his grip across it. The scimitar was a blade designed for slashing and swift movement, Immolatus' own talents relied on the ability to quickly slash and swap hands into a secondary slash; a double strike technique compared to relying on one hand. Feeling the blade rest calmly in his enclosed hand, Immolatus took his own fighter's stance, waiting in the north corner of the sparring field. "Alright... I'm all set, let get this show on the road... I've got about two hours before the coffee withdrawal symptoms start acting up... So have fun, but don't play toying around too much or I'll have to get serious and finish it quickly to get my next dose of coffee" Readying his blade, Immolatus glanced side to side, watching both opponents as well as he could to see which would make the first move. Three way battles were tricky, involving concentration on multiple opponents. Fought best with dual wielded weapons, using only one weapon was even more difficult to avoid injury on; especially with simple weapons such as swords...

Zatoichi smirked as his opponents took a ready stance and decided he would fight how he was trained. He quickly locked the sheath on his unnamed Katana, making sure it wouldn't reveal the blade and dashed at immolatus, drawing the sheathed sword and swinging it horizontally at his stomach, keeping the wooden training sword to block with. This would be an interesting fight, especially if his opponents attempted to block. He started forming a plan in his mind, calculating their movements by listening to how their muscles tensed, flexing unflexing, forming a mental picture in his mind of a battle playing out in front of him.

Zatoichi smirked as his opponent vaulted, grabbing a second weapon and decided to try and fight him with a scimitar, a broad edged curved short sword. Zatoichi decided to take advantage on his opponents choice in weapons and stopped, listening as his primary blade was pushed up. He heard the wooden training blade split the air around him and rolled, into Immolatus' arms coming up pressing his back up against the mans body. He bent his knees dropping and swinging his elbow back into the mans stomach, and then kicking against the inside of the mans leg. He had planned for his opponent to slash or stab at him, and knew from repeated training drills that the inside of a swordsman's arms were his main weakness, this is the main cause behind extensive close combat exorcises.

A clever gambit, the blind samurai Zatoichi had done that on purpose; using an easily countered attack in order to lure him into a counter attack of his own. Then by countering Immolatus's counter attack, Zatoichi had slipped out from under the attack and used his bare elbow to counter. Immolatus had not expected the man to be able to reacted with such accuracy, but quickly realized he could not stand there gawking if he were to avoid being hit. Using the momentum from the cheap shot towards his gut, Immolatus pushed off of the ground into a forward front-flip, aiming his legs into a kick towards his opponent and avoiding his opponent's counter attack.

"Huh?" Pillo blinked a few times as she turned her head to the side hearing the sound of someone crying. When seeing the younger girl cry she couldn't help but to feel slightly bad. The girl then walked over to the Hyuuga, still having the wooden sword in her left arm. "Um,.. You okay?" She asked while kneeling down and having her head tilted to the side showing that she was confused. She then glanced back to the two males who where fighting, unsure how to handle this.

Mizu sniffled slightly as she looked to pillo. "No....I'm not okay" she said crying through her words, a arm covering her face, you wouldn't believe a young girl who spoke of such things had a soft side. She turned to imo. "And Imo-kun is mean...and he's mean too" she said poiting to the blind man. "Everyones....mean" she said crying at the top of her lungs again, was she seriously crying or was she just playing around.

Mizu sniffled a bit as she looked at Imo. "C...candy" she said looking at it with a sort of disgusting look, did he really think candy would be enough to keep her quiet...a grown man just attacked a 7 year old girl with a sword...A FREAKING SWORD...that wasn't going to be enough to keep her quiet. Tears began to run down her face again. "I'm not scary" she said starting to cry again.She did take the candy from Imo and put it in her mouth, instantly she spit it out, it was disgusting. "Nastyyyyyyyyy you tried to poison me Imo-kun...I...I...thought you were my friend Imo-kun" she said, she began to yell again, if Imo or someone didn't do something soon she'd blow Imo's visor off his face.