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Fugen stepped into the village with a look of fascination. His mind was almost thrown back to the time when he was talking with his parents not too long ago after his little skirmish with the man named Jiroubou. His parents were still against the idea of him fighting against others but he stood his ground and they finally caved in. The father had told him that when Fugen returned, he would have talked with the Akadou clan to see if he could get a proper tutor so that Fugen could learn how to better utilize the clan bloodline within him. But that memory was quickly thrown from his mind as he heard the sound of a mass of people shouting in unison, practicing their fighting style from multiple locations. This was a village of interesting proportions. Fighting styles of all kinds appear everywhere all around him. A multitude of dojo's filled the main street, each one of them having a front that would rival the academy's training grounds. He walked through the streets, amazed at the grand size of each of the main dojo's, Each and every one of them where able to house what looked about to be nearly two hundred members at any given time which in and of itself just further emphasizes the importance of physical power and force through the use of arts and stances one derives from learning at one of these institutes. Fugen wondered if he should learn from one of these dojo's and picked at random which one he would try out first.

He walked into the Dojo of Yueng Bolo, a smaller sized dojo so Fugen thought he would be more accepted here with the measly amount of taijutsu he knew. As he entered, he found the members of the dojo already in training, practicing in unison their kicks, punches, and form all in a line and in order. Fugen fascinated from this walked to the side of the room where others sat waiting for either their turn to practice or for their fellow members to merely finish. The practice continued for a few more minuets before ending with everyone bowing to their master. "Rest my brothers. I must greet the new blood."

Fugen, realizing that was him the master was talking about, stood up quickly as possible and bowed as he was sure was custom for those within this village. "You look to be looking for a dojo to join. Are you not?"

"Yes, I am looking to learn from the best. You will find my knowledge in taijutsu rather lacking and I wish to remedy that as quickly as possible."
"Well, we will see if you are worthy of joining our dojo. Fu-yung! Fight this man. Test his strength and determination to see his worth."

Fugen found himself face to face with a rather large and muscular man which brought a thought to mind. "Why the hell do I have to get the large muscular meat heads to have the pleasure to fight," The man assumed a stance that Fugen was not familiar with before taking a position where he could throw around the techniques he stole from Jiroubou easily since there was no true style the man presented towards Fugen. Fugen took a deep breath before his opponent jumped forwards, throwing a short jab towards Fugen who reacted subconsciously knocked it to the side before another fist went straight for his chin in an arch. Pretty much an upper cut. Fugen was hit, knocked straight upwards almost to the ceiling. His head was rattled, a ringing sound was within his ears before finding himself falling towards Fu-yung. The man had the intent to kill and so would Fugen if he was going to survive. Fugen twisted himself around, before throwing a fist downwards with a Boulder Strike, missing the target but striking the ground, causing a sizable crater. Fugen jumped back from the spot and looked towards his opponent. A crazed fighter who was trained in the art of killing... Something that Fugen would have to remember throughout this fight. They both rushed towards each other, throwing their knees forwards and striking knee to knee. What was strange about Fu-yung was that his knee seemed to appear like a tiger head ready to rip the throat out of his opponent. Fugen and Fu-yung jumped back away from each other, both with a smile on their face finding a little bit off pleasure fighting one another. Fu-yung more than Fugen at the least. They both moved towards each other, matching punches, landing hits on each other's body, trying their best to one up each other to get an edge. After a few minuets of blow exchange, Fugen heard the master call for them to stop.

"It is enough. This man is determined to learn and he shall have the privilege. Welcome to your new home for your stay here."
Fugen bowed towards his new sensei with a closed fist pressed into an open palm as a gesture of thanks before straightening. "I am grateful for your acceptance. Please teach me your techniques so I may better tone myself." He was patted on the back by Fu-yung who offered to show him where his room would be during his stay at their dojo with a very toothy smile.

Fugen followed the man into the back of the building where even more people were practicing their form, their fighting prowess demonstrating what formidable fighters they where. Fugen was amazed at how uniform they had looked before realizing that Fu-yung had stopped to open a set of rice paper doors. Classy with a capital C was Fugen's first impression. He continued to follow the man through the corridors where he noticed that all the rooms there were living quarters for the members of the dojo. Maybe they had a section where the guests of the dojo would rest their bodies and that was where Fu-yung was leading him? He was close he would soon find out. Fu-yung opened a door to reveal a rather filthy room. Something that looked like it had not been maintained in a long time. "Erm... What is this?"

"Think of it as a test. We all had to suffer this room at one point. It tested us on our determination to learn the master's techniques by stressing our nerves and mind while also putting pressure upon our fitness. You will remain in this room until the master has determined your worth and decides that you are allowed to sleep among your brothers and sisters."

Fugen looked back to the room with utter disgust. "Well, looks like I will not be unpacking my things less they get dirty," said Fugen as he stepped into the room before shuddering a little. He then decided. He was going to throw this test right in the face of those who would be laughing at him. The next day, Fugen assembled in the main hall with the others, wearing the clothing of the dojo and at the edge of the group. Made sense that he would be there, he was the newcomer, fresh meat to fight and put some bruises on. Typical barriers set up to weed out those that do not belong. Fugen waited for the master to arrive before bowing deeply, his head touching the floor before straightening when told. "Fugen!" "Yes sensei!" "Stand before your new family." Fugen stood up and walked to the front of the crowd, bowing towards them shouting out, "Thank you, please help me learn among all of you." To his surprise, this greeting was met with a fist to the side of his head. Reeling from the pain, Fugen put a hand to his head to find a body standing in front of him... This time, this person was a woman with braided hair that goes past her waist. She took a stance and said, "This is how we greet newcomers. Prove yourself to the rest of us by fighting and we may support you as a brother."

Fugen was not really pleased to know that he was fighting a woman but if she was not being stopped by anyone and was also a student here, he guess that it was going to be allowed. Fugen braced himself as she moved quickly towards him with a kick that spewed what looked to be fire. Could it really be moving that fast to cause that much friction in the air? Fugen met the blunt of that attack with his shoulder, twisting his body so that his shoulder collided with the kick. He could feel the joint in his arm stress under the pressure as he was nearly knocked back but Fugen took his opposite hand and grabbed her back the ankle, pulling her towards him. As she lost her footing, Fugen twisted his body again before throwing a Boulder Strike downwards into her stomach, feeling her body sandwiched between his fist and the hard ground. But he was not given time to see if she was alright. Two of the other students stepped forwards, both of which threw fists that seemed to burn with fire towards Fugen who crossed his arms to brace for the impact. He was knocked backwards, rolling head over heels for a bit before sliding to a stop, sprawled on his front, He pushed himself to his feet, shaking his head a little from the jolt of the blow before realizing that he was being bum rushed by several members all at once. Fugen tried his best to copy their stance as best as possible before just sighing to himself. "Gah screw it." Fugen ran towards the mob coming after him, shifting his weight around as he moved between their attacks, trying his best to take the least amount of damage before reaching the last person of the mob. He threw forth a knee with such force that the roar of a tiger could have been heard, well to Fugen's imagination, before slamming his knee into the man's face. After sending him flying backwards, Fugen twisted him around with an open palm, throwing it into the chest of the nearest fighter that he had passed who turned himself to face his quarry. The palm slammed hard into the man's chest, sending him flying into his brothers and sisters, knocking many of them into the ground as they were not expecting such force. More of the students stood from their places and advanced, using the techniques that they had mastered, managing to overcome and beat down upon Fugen's now bruised form. After a bit of beating, the master called to everyone to stop before stepping forwards to Fugen who pulled down his mask to spit out some blood.

"You have tasted what you are to expect from this Dojo and you have fallen. Do you still seek the end of yourself?"
Fugen used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe away the blood that had leaked from his nose as he looked up to his sensei with the look of determination. The sensei smiled and told Fugen that he would have the day to rest himself. Tomorrow, he would have the honor of learning some of the more basic techniques from the other students. The final techniques that would prove him a full fledged student of this dojo would be taught exclusively by the master of said dojo. Fugen retreated back to his room where he passed out from his bruises.

He woke up a bit later to find his forehead being sponged. He waved the hand away, trying to get the water from reaching hes eyes as he tried to sit up. "You must rest Fugen-san. Your wounds are heavy and you must let them heal." Fugen noticed that this person was a woman, but not only that, she was the first to fight him last time. "You are..." "Yes, my name is Mei-ling. It was a good fight you gave, you managed to suppress a number of us. We are pleased to have a brother like you." Fugen laid there, not really knowing what to say as the woman tended his wounds but he closed his eyes after a short while. Slowly, he once again fell into a deep sleep...

That dream again, the fading into what he now calls the Void. The realm of the eternal sleep within nothing but the allure of darkness and the silence to keep him company for what would be eternity. Fugen continued to fall into the abyss, feeling his form start to become frozen in time and space. The reality he was falling through had no light and darkness, yet it did. Though he could see no source of light, he could see the light reflecting off his body as if clear as day. Suddenly, he could see a figure in front of him, hooded and hidden from the light that did and did not exist. Fugen reached outwards as if trying to grab him but then felt a piercing pain in his chest before waking, shooting up to a sitting position with cold sweat covering his body. He swallowed deeply, trying to clear his mouth from feeling like cotton before pushing himself to his feet and headed outside for some fresh air.

Standing in the training grounds, Fugen started practicing his stretches through the practice of multiple stances that he had seen the other students use. Moving slowly but stressing his muscles through flexing, he could already start to feel the burn of the acids building up in his arms and legs. Fugen dropped down to the ground and started to do his daily routine of pushups. This was merely the only thing he could do when he was living the normal life that cleared his head. Was it the fresh air? Or was it just him spending his anger and stress through the act of strenuous exercise. Swapping quickly, he moved to lay on his back before starting to do a combination of half curls and sit ups, twisting one direction and then the other to touch elbows from one side to the knee of the opposite side, a common method of toning one’s abs.

He stopped when he saw Fu-yung standing over him, arms crossed with a smirk on his face. “You are up early for those wounds you have sustained. Are you sure you are alright for this?”
”If I stop now, I will get weak. I can not simply just sleep until my muscles become fat.”
“I could help with that. You are now our brother, and we are obligated to teach you the fundamentals before you present yourself to sensei to learn his specialties.”


Fugen stopped for a bit, curled with his elbows placed against both his knees. He nodded and rolled onto his back and kicking upwards to get enough momentum to fling himself to his feet. ”Alright, what do you got for me then Fu-yung.” The martial artist produced some heavy weights that would be placed over the wrists, showing that they would add resistance to any force trying to move. Otherwise known to Fugen as resistance weights. Fugen took the weights and was nearly surprised with how heavy they were, nearly keeling over. He slipped them on and felt his arms just stressing to keep the joint in his shoulder from splitting. Fugen lifted his arms, trying to bounce with his feet to see how heavy he was but found that it was even a chore to try to bounce even a little bit. “Heavy is it not? Now, you practice with me. You fight while I block. Once you can land a hit on me, then you will know the Burning Knuckle.”

Fugen thought that was a bit weird but he complied. He brought his arms up like he was going to box and started throwing out punches as quickly as he could… But the strikes were slow and heavy. Fu-yung was able to brush aside the strikes with ease before bopping Fugen in the forehead with an open palm. ”Wha…?” “Part of fighting is defense too. I will be doing this as well as blocking. Remember and fight.” Fugen knew that this was nothing more than a method to practice multiple ideas at once but at the same time, getting bopped in the head was just plain annoying. Fugen repeatedly struck at Fu-yung’s hands, not really trying for a body blow until he could get used to the weights, feeling himself slowly getting faster but with each strike, Fu-yung would retaliate with a bop to Fugen’s head. Aggravation was starting to rise in Fugen’s eyes but part of martial arts is the knowledge on how to curve one’s anger and frustration so that one can keep a cool head and clear mind. Fugen started to add a few moves to the list like elbow strikes and jumping back and forth to get some momentum with the weights. But all was futile to Fu-yung’s unhindered strength.

Fugen continued to throw punches, trying his best to defend against the retaliation strikes but was finding it too difficult with weights that probably weighed fifty pounds each. Not something one would normally wear at any given moment especially during a fight. Fugen suddenly felt a blow to his stomach, chest, and face, which sent him sprawled onto his back a distance away from Fu-yung. He grimaced from the pain as he tried to push himself up to a sitting position. Fugen looked towards Fu-yung who was smiling as he started to bounce on his feet. Looks like he was getting bored of doing the same things over and over again and wanted to get some fighting done. “Alright, enough warm up Fugen-san. Let us see what you can do with those braces on.” Fugen was about to protest but realized that would just leave him weak in front of his superiors. He would probably even become an outcast to the dojo and told to leave. Fugen pushed himself back to his feet as quickly as possible before starting to walk a circle around Fu-yung as he did the same to Fugen. It was not long before they both started to move towards each other, throwing fists and kicks.

The fight made enough noise to wake those that were around that were still sleeping, a crowd starting to gather at the edges of the dojo grounds. Every punch that Fu-yung landed on Fugen dealing a considerable amount of damage. Every punch thrown by Fugen was being blocked with that looked like relative ease. Fugen grit his teeth at the last strike before stumbling backwards, grabbing at the area where he thought his rib cracked before. He glanced to the side to see everyone looking towards then before he sighed and stood up straight, taking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly. Fu-yung started to laugh under his breath as he charged in towards Fugen and swung a kick towards Fugen’s side, connecting… But to Fu-yung’s surprise, Fugen did not flinch. He quickly grappled Fu-yung’s leg, keeping the man from moving as his chakra started to forcefully drain his opponent of chakra. Fu-yung was starting to become aware of this and his eyes were growing wide. Never did he expect Fugen capable of stealing his chakra and now he was caught in a dangerous situation.

Fugen kept holding Fu-yung as the man tried his best to punch at Fugen, kicking Fugen with his free foot when he got the chance, using his hands to keep from falling completely over. Fugen remained strong though, feeling his strength returning before twisting his body, swinging Fu-Yung to the side before tossing him to the ground. The man rolled a little before pushing himself up with the remaining chakra that he had left looking back towards Fugen with eyes that were growing wide. Fugen looked monstrous with the amount of chakra he had just stolen. Fugen suddenly moved quickly, rushing towards Fu-yung who was trying to remain steady on his feet before Fugen threw a punch towards his stomach with enough force that the bracer’s Velcro could not hold. The fist flew forth, unbound with such speed that made it look as if the fist was enveloped in fire. Fu-yung was not able to defend himself in time before the fist struck him hard in the diaphragm, sending him flying over the crowd and into one of the nearby rooms, breaking through the doorway.

Fugen stood there, breathing hard with one fist extended and the other crossing his chest, as if ready to strike once more. The look on his face was that expecting his opponent to come at him once again but the cheers from the crowd told him otherwise. Apparently he had won after performing another art from the dojo: the Burning Knuckle. Fugen ripped off the other weight, feeling how light his arm was now, a little disorienting as he was too used to the weights holding down his arms. He bowed to his fellow students before walking back towards his room, holding his side… He required rest and healing of his current wounds he sustained from Fu-Yung.

Fugen faced the two others, wondering what they were feeling. They are all being watched by their teachers and Fugen could not help but to feel that they felt the same way, not wanting to disappoint their respective sensei. They stood at their corners of their setion of the training grounds before bowing towards the center, showing respect to one another before taking their stances, Fugen just standing randomly more than the other two. Suddenly, two of them moved quickly towards Fugen, something that he had expected since his master was the one to win the fight as he let himself on the defensive. Dodging blows, knocking back fists, defending against kicks, Fugen was taking on two opponents better than most of the other students though he was sustaining damage. Fugen had to do something or else he was going to be overwhelmed quickly. Fugen slipped to the side and saw an opening in the attack, throwing a fist into the man’s ribs with a fist that seemed like it was on fire. Sure he took the kick from the other opponent into the stomach but he managed to knock the one he hit to the ground.

Fugen did a back flip after the kick, landing on his feet as he kicked off to take the offensive. He continually threw punches and kicks towards his target, keeping the other opponent in the corner of his eyes so he knew if he was going to be able to continue fighting after that attack. Fugen found little to no openings in the man’s movements, making it rather hard to get an attack in but decided that he would have to take a hit or manage to grab the man before he would be hurt. That was easier said to be done as not only was he on the offensive, but he was still very much on the defensive. Fugen threw an elbow into a punch his opponent threw out and realized he could take advantage of that. Fugen let his hand continue forwards through the elbow slammed into the man’s hand and gripped him by the wrist. He could feel the chakra from his opponent was starting to flow into him as his clan’s abilities were started to take effect in greater effect.

Fugen pulled on the wrist, bringing the man closer before ducking low and throwing a fist upwards, slamming an upper cut into his chin, causing him to go flying into the air as Fugen shouted out, ”Shou-ryu-ken!” As he went flying the other opponent had gotten up, wanting to get back into the fight, and was heading to fight Fugen. Fugen had jumped a little as he did the uppercut so he decided to throw his fist down onto the ground. As he did, his chakra continued into the ground, causing a tremor to shoot out around him which also knocked the opponent off balance. As he tried to get his balance, Fugen jumped towards him and threw a knee into his gut, sending him flying out of the arena before throwing his foot backwards in a Burning Kick into the back of his now falling opponent, sending him too outside of the area. Fugen stood there, a kick extended, breathing hard as he just realized what he had just did. He was so happy, he had just pulled off a combo with the moves he had just learned against multiple opponents. Never did he think that he could have done this with the amount of strength that he had now.

Fugen smiled a little as he straightened himself before looking around to find that there were a lot of people looking his way. Many of them had stopped their fights after seeing someone being thrown through their fight. Fugen looked towards his sensei who was smiling to see a student having performed the last few techniques that he had to teach them while many others where still trying to figure out what they were going to do. There were still sounds of fighting going on as Fugen looked in the direction of Mei-ling who was still fighting her opponents. After a few moments, she too defeated her targets with her own combo of kicks, punches, knees to the gut, and the Dojo’s special technique with the ground tremors before knocking her opponents to the ground and standing victorious. She moved some of her stray hair out of her face before looking forwards Fugen to find that he was already done with his fight and waved towards him with a smile on her face to be met his a smile of his own. He was happy to find that she was victorious and they both went to present themselves to their teacher.

“Well done Fugen and Mei-ling. You have trained well. As I have said Fugen, you are allowed to leave here at any time and if you do, just remember that you can have one of the rooms amongst your brothers and sisters.” ”I thank you for everything Sensei. But if it not too much of a problem, I would rather have the room I was given before hand.” The teacher looked towards Fugen with an odd look before nodding his head. Fugen bowed towards his teacher and his fellow students before heading out of the dojo, eager to see the world and what else he could see…

The two casually fell off the enormous tree branch they were on, transitioning into a freefall form in perfect synchronization towards the bottom. "Why a secret entrance?" Kyrie thought to herself, shifting her eyes towards the Asura to see if she could read it in his language that he was perhaps thinking the same thing. But with Jet having so much on his plate to think about, it would have to be a we'll get to that bridge kind of deal, aka when they hit the ground. Seconds before they would hit the ground, both of them transitioned into a front flip, both landing perfectly with no harm done to their body whatsoever. Kyrie was a teacher of kenjutsu and taijutsu, so the countless years of training she placed her body in, something as much as dropping from a near 200-300 foot drop was nothing to her. Meanwhile Jet Kazama's genetics made it to where he couldn't possibly get hurt from such a drop; not much anyway.

*Boom*
*Boom*

Lifting their selves off of the ground, Kazama had immediately went to the next step, as he approached the door and tried to open it without blasting it open. After the few missed attempts from Kazama, Kyrie let out a small chuckle that got Kazama's attention. Kazama was about to speak, but Kyrie politely motioned a hand to him that meant "Hold on just a second." Kyrie approached the door and eyed it up and down before giving it the appropriate knocks she saw Wyne give. Before Jet knew it he heard the sound of a screeching door, and their way was opened before them. The owl in training gave a look to Kyrie like "What gives?" through his midnight color suit, to which Kyrie replied " 7 knocks...she did 7 knocks. Got to look for the details." She then gave a hand out to the darkness that awaited Jet Kazama and herself. "After you..."
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"I knew that..." was what Jet Kazama's face said when he noticed that Kyrie was keeping track of small information such as that. Her advice was more than good however, and it was advice that Jet Kazama was going to need if he were to become a better owl, along with a good fighter. "Gotcha." was his response before he took a look down into the unknown that awaited them. No doubt their was probably waiting for them, striking when they would at least expect it. If so, more than likely Kyrie may have been the one that would have gotten the jump on, unless she had senses congruent to Kazama.

And speaking of senses, his Asura sense had went off, alerting him of something dangerous...very dangerous coming nearby. "We may have company..." The Asura told his partner, cutting his attention from the stairs and instead looking towards the direction it was coming from. "Everyone is sleep at this moment, and we're nearly undetectable. Dont' tell me you're-" Suddenly, Kyrie began to feel it to; not to the same degree as Jet but plans were slowly tumbling down like a boulder. They waited to see who it was that they were dealing with; kyrie putting her mask on before looking in that view. As far as they knew Wyn wasn't going anywhere soon, but with Wyn's backup or whoever she was, things were going to get unexpected.


"Can you get a read on her?" Kazama asked just after he alternated his voice with his suit, while hoping that in this case her seismic activity can actually go through. She changed her voice as well before she tried to use her suit's ability to do so, but a confused look on her face appeared when she came back with no information. "...I can't get a read...but that's..." And with the option of this stranger being an owl out of the question, she was only here for one thing it seemed. "Excuse me?..." Talk about first impressions!

"She's interfering with our plans..."Kyrie spoke, meaning that even if she was serious, the odds of letting her live were slim to none. The league of Owls were supposed to be swift, undetectable, flawless in their missions. Jet Kazama stood speechless for a few seconds, taking in what the two ladies heard, while his eyes stared at the stranger. "She's serious..."

"Leave her out of this..." he requested towards the Saturn god, before turning his attention back to his partner. "Go after our target..." he trailed off, sizing up his new opponent. "I'll meet you there." Kyrie already was ready for battle; she had guessed her chance to see Jet truly in action was going to come quicker than she expected, but did he forget who was the fresh meat? "And let you get your a** kicked?" she asked, before she took another look at the secret entrance. Even if she did spent her time with this opponent, she was going to get blame as well if the target escaped, regardless if it wasn't hers. "....And what happens if you don't?"

"....Then I guess I wasn't cut out for this after all." Jet said with a small chuckle before he reverted back to his serious theme. "Go." Kyrie didn't agree with him suddenly calling the shots, but she did not want to risk punishment, and went after their prey; leaving him one last message beforehand. "Don't think you're the s**t just yet rookie." The Asura replied with a light laugh and a shake of his head. "Wouldn't dream of it." Now that she was gone, it was time to do business. Jet couldn't put a finger on it, but he had an idea that this...woman was going to be strong, very strong...maybe too strong for Kyrie.

"You want me, you got me...but just who are you? If I'm as pathetic as you think, i won't be able to tell anyone in a few moments right?" he asked as he got in his Forest Law stance.
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Kazama was able to tell right away that she held power, from the glow her arms was emanating. Normal eyes may have came to the conclusion that she was a shinobi, but his senses told him that she did not fall into that category. But if she did not fall into that category, then what kind of power did this woman wield? Maybe it would have been a good idea after all to let Kyrie stay, but where was the fun in that?

"Tell me about it, this is the hand-me-down version..." The suit had its perks and advantages that made things more convenient for Jet. But appearance wise it had no flavor, no style at all. As soon as he got some respect around the Talons he was going to change that. "And i suppose dressing while blindfolded was your goal when you picked your clothing?"

He hadn't expect her to reveal her name at all. Sif...it was a cool name, Jet would give her that. The Asura would give her more, as he reached underneath his chin and peeled off his face mask. He figured it was a dumbass move to show her his identity, but what the hell. In doing so, his voice alteration wasn't active and thus, his normal voice would have been broadcasted. "Jet." While the Asura had almost a linear stance, Sif had the well known boxing stance to protect her midsection, along with her face. The Noura was strapped on his back; his hands eager to reach for it. But if she wanted to get a piece of him literally, that was just fine with him.

The first attack came quicker than he thought. If he didn't have his senses alerting him nearly a second before he would have gotten a nasty one to the face. Kazama's right hand balled into a fist as that arm quickly came up in an attempt to clash with Sif's hand in a swatting motion. Immediately Sif would realize when she would connect with Jet's arm was that he did not possess a human physiology. Jet had acquired family genetics as a Jin, developing Asura Physiology; something even he did not know yet. It would feel like punching Iron itself. Depending on her strength it would feel like a nasty sting, something possibly breaking or be completely fine.

As for the second attack, it came even faster than the first! His body naturally responded to a stomach shot as A light "oomph" came from Kazama when it connected. His head sunk down as he heard Sif's trash talk. Due to his physiology he wouldn't be in much pain as a human was. "Heh..." from the close distance Jet's left arm would attempt to grab the wrist of the arm she previously attacked with. "So as long as you show me yours..." Right afterwards he would have delivered a muay thai fashioned kick towards her Gut with his right knee, before attempting to connect with her chin while keeping her trapped, ending his combo with with a 360 spinning hook kick. Right when his foot came down it would be engaged towards the back of Sif's head with his left kick after a quick switch of feet.

Having her trapped if he was successful before, if it connected it could possibly make her stumble and obvious pain on the back of her head. But she would be free of Jet's grasp. With each shot feeling like Iron to Sif, Jet could see if she was the real deal or just faking the funk. "So who sent you to kill me Sif? Are you sister's with the tentacle girl?" He was obviously referring to Omega Black, and if the Omega group was trying to go for round 2 this time around on the world.
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Jet's face turned into a surprised one when he saw that Sif had not even received so much as a bruise on her body after his combo. "Not even a scratch.." With the physiology that he possessed, even though he wasn't at the jounin level he could seriously harm one physically. As for chuunin's and genins's it was no doubt that after a nasty knee to the diaphragm, the chin and the back of the head they would have been slowly turning to a bloody pulp or ended up in the care of medic nins. Sif must have had the same physiology as Jet's..either at equal strength...or more durable.

"Augh!!....Heh Heh."

The attack towards Jet's thigh would have gone through; being assisted with that weird white aura again. So much speed behind it, and power. If he had a human physiology, Kazama's thigh would have been in terrible shape by now. He let out a stinging cry through his gritted teeth as his knee buckled a bit; leaving the Jin temporarily uncoordinated before he positioned himself right again. Jet masked his pain with a few chuckles before he dusted off his thigh with his left hand in an arrogant manner. It was safe to say that he can turn the dial up a few pegs then.

But from what Sif was talking about, even if jet did, he would have to nearly break the damn dial. D-Rank criminals?? Omega Black poisoned Jet chakra channel, and would have killed him in the process if it wasn't for Kami. It took 2 chuunins just to take her out and both Jet and Kami were down for the count shortly after. The strength gap that Sif seemed to be implying couldn't possibly be that huge. On the other hand it was clear she had more durability then Omega Black, so clearly they weren't related at all. "There were more of them?" Though Sif did know a bit about them obviously. She had to be bluffing; simple as that. "D-rank huh?" Jet asked followed with a smirk. "Well judging from that last attack I'd say you're not too high on the grading chart yourself. It just means I'll have to do more effort in trying to stop pulling my punches."

"Ooof!"

And a lot more effort in staying focused in battle. At the second she made contact, Jet had lost air in his lungs from that hit. Sif's speed and strength was shown more when she hooked onto jet in a tackling fashion; each step crushing the ground beneath her while driving Jet back. This couldn't have been a Jounin? possibly Kage, but not a Jounin. Kazama winced in pain once more when the back of his head whacked the ground when she took him down. Having a limited move set than he was on his feet he had to act fast.

Sif's hand would meet with Kazama's left palm, in an attempt to stop it in its tracks. The force between the two would likely result in a power-struggle. "Damn..." the jin thought as he quickly glanced to his other free hand. He could feel Sif's power slowly overpower his. Sif made it clear that she didn't give a s**t about the owls, or her contact. The only thing she had eyes for was the Jin's blood all over this ground. "I was saving this for Tagas again, but i guess another test drive wouldn't hurt." he thought, as he gathered the ambient energy from the atmosphere. The last time that Jet Kazama had used this technique was against Tagas during the last few moments of their fight. Even during his a**-kicking with the owls Jet Kazama had refrained from it. He wanted to save it for Tagas when they would meet again. So that the first kill he was guaranteed to add to his list was the one that helped the Asura unleash it. Kazama's right forearm that was on the ground, all the way to his fist was surged with ambient energy; the limb now glowing with a ruby-red color. "Well, in that case..."

"WHAM!"

Kazama unleashed a nasty straight punch right in the middle of Sif's face with the help of his Asura Kazataijutsu ( Asura Kazataijutsu is a martial art style designed by Kazama. Its style is heavily influenced from the Katon Fire Style technique with a mix Muay Boran, or Muay Thai. The style was first thought of from Jet when he was blind and was unable to channel energy into his eyes. So instead, he tried to channel in into his entire body instead. The channeling was a difficult task, and ergo it was still in the developmental stages until the end of his fight with Tagas, where it was fully unleashed the way Kazama intended it to be. It allows Kazama to surge his limbs with internal heat or Ambient energy and be able to either use taijutsu with them or send that energy via projectiles with his fists, elbows, knees and feet. Since it is the same energy used for his optic onslaught, it carries along with it the same cost, temperature growth and offensive abilities as his optic blast. Activation Cost: 1000), followed with a boxing style hook punch directly on her chin. With the devastating concussive force and temperature behind the attack stacked on his physiology, Jet gave enough power behind his strike to definitely knock her off of him; sending her back, or to her right side. Furthermore, in an attempt to draw blood and to crack something on that face of hers.
Similar to Sif's attack, Jet was close as well so the odds of him hitting were good. If successful, he would have performed a sick kip-up to get back on his feet, transitioning his Jeet kune do stance to a Muay-Thai stance now to clash with Sif's previous boxing style. "I guess I can cut my warm up short." he told the Saturn god with a sneer across his face.
words=1014+1568=2582
Chakra: 84800/85800
Asura Kazataijutsu temperature: 6.4k

Break his what? Kazama wouldn't have been able to hear the rest of Sif's trash talk as he crashed her face with his fist dead on. The second hit Kazmaa had got her as well, and they were back at square one. But Sif shouldn't have been at square one-Kazama should have. So she had a little bit more calcium in her bones to withstand Jet's attacks, alright fine. But there was no way, in hell she could have survived that last attack

Jet had enough juice in that attack to split her head into two(literally). Add the concussive properties on top and she should have been flying. And yet she took it- her speech giving a tell that she was still okay physically, while her burns were nothing versus another opponent. Sif definitely was not a shinobi, and Jet was suspecting she wasn't even from here. Plus Jet felt like it was almost, too easy to connect. She didn't even bother to dodge or counter.

Jet crossed his forearms in a x fashion to defend his face, getting blown back a large amount of feet from Sif's shockwave attack. He was okay, aside from the dust and debris in his face. Glancing at his owl gauntlets, they appeared to be okay as well, but had a few cracks running along the armor. "Still functional...I hope." he thought before addressing Sif. "You're not a shinobi...are you. Hell, you're not even from here are you?" If so, then at least the two of them had something else in common.

Her next attack would not reach Jet so easily, as he would have make a break for it trying to get up close. From the rumbling in the ground she was going for a ground attack. Jet quickly used his agility to engage in a diving motion to avoid the fist, only to enter a roll as soon as he landed. Right afterwards, he ended in a kneeled stance, his fingers would have performed one more motion before two stone walls the size and width of garage doors appeared parallel to Sif's left and right side (Earth Release: Sandwich Technique - 700 Skill Points The user creates two enormous rock formations that close in on the opponent from two opposing sides with tremendous force, smashing everything caught in between). The formation would have took a few seconds, before they would slam violently, turning her to mush hopefully.

But jet had a plan B, just in case Sif managed to rely on her durability to avoid harm. He would have initiated a few more hand signals, before an enormous pillar of magma with a diameter of 15 feet wide would shoot up directly underneath Sif in attempts to melt that a** down(Magma Rising: 1000 Causes magma from deep inside of the earths core to shoot out from the ground, burning everything it touches).With his Asura Ovverride coming into play, the magma attack would have been twice as strong as the original version. And at least her weapons and gear would be gone with any luck. "Let's..." he said, replying to her playtime comment.
Chakra: 83100/85800



520+2582=3102 words