The guard stood by and watched, though seemingly he didn't care as Ri then formed a set of handseals.
Ri looked up as he went to vomit out lava, his mouth opening, but then that hollow feeling as the chakra failed to form. Something was wrong... the cuffs were off but he still couldn't use chakra. He still couldn't do what needed to be done.
Suddenly he'd feel the mans hand land roughly on his head, grabbing a handfull of hair and yanking him off his feat once more.
You really think we'd let you go about using chakra? I hope you have more moves than just those reliant on chakra boy or you'll end up like your friend.
As he said that he was being dragged outside. They seemed to be in a town, and beside the shack where they were being held was a rubbish dump, or at first glance that seemed to be the case. In it lay a broken body, not whole, missing an arm at least, of Masayuki.
Don't worry, you'll get your chance to fight, you can try skewer me with a sword if you survive. The voice seemed amused at the prospect.
As they moved across the street a shadow would fall on Ri. Looking up he would see a structure which looked like it was made from wood and vines. The cheers of a crowd muffled even from here, the wood acting as a way to nullify the sound. Looking out back towards where they came from he would see a guard still seated there watching him.
A few people looked at him as they passed, but then looked away again. Yet one person stood out by simply remaining stationary and watching from beside the building on the opposite side to where the body dump was.
He was average height, wearing gear which wouldn't stand out, but to one who would know he had on some standard Cloud gear.
Then a person crossed their path, momentarily blocking the view of the man, only to reveal that he was gone when the person passed.
Suddenly the noise got much louder, and Ri found himself being thrown before landing and rolling on a hard sandy surface. Standing he would find himself surrounded by hundreds of cheering people. On the walls were weapons of all varieties and sizes. Across from him another person seemed to be standing and looked just as dazed.
A voice filled the space, drowning out the crowd and all other noises. The second shinobi from Lightning Country comes before you now. Perhaps he will put up a better fight than the last poor soul. Fighting him comes one of his own, another teenage shinobi, this time from Hoshigakure. A battle between shinobi, pitting Cloud trained endurance against Star power. Who will leave alive in this fight to the death?
The arena was maybe ten meters (30 feet) in diameter, and there was no sign of the entrance where he had come in from. Perhaps he had been thrown in from the top of the walls, but it certainly hadn't felt like that.
The other boy looked at Ri and at the weapons, then back to Ri. Clearly unsure on what to do or how to act.
Ri looked up as he went to vomit out lava, his mouth opening, but then that hollow feeling as the chakra failed to form. Something was wrong... the cuffs were off but he still couldn't use chakra. He still couldn't do what needed to be done.
Suddenly he'd feel the mans hand land roughly on his head, grabbing a handfull of hair and yanking him off his feat once more.
You really think we'd let you go about using chakra? I hope you have more moves than just those reliant on chakra boy or you'll end up like your friend.
As he said that he was being dragged outside. They seemed to be in a town, and beside the shack where they were being held was a rubbish dump, or at first glance that seemed to be the case. In it lay a broken body, not whole, missing an arm at least, of Masayuki.
Don't worry, you'll get your chance to fight, you can try skewer me with a sword if you survive. The voice seemed amused at the prospect.
As they moved across the street a shadow would fall on Ri. Looking up he would see a structure which looked like it was made from wood and vines. The cheers of a crowd muffled even from here, the wood acting as a way to nullify the sound. Looking out back towards where they came from he would see a guard still seated there watching him.
A few people looked at him as they passed, but then looked away again. Yet one person stood out by simply remaining stationary and watching from beside the building on the opposite side to where the body dump was.
He was average height, wearing gear which wouldn't stand out, but to one who would know he had on some standard Cloud gear.
Then a person crossed their path, momentarily blocking the view of the man, only to reveal that he was gone when the person passed.
Suddenly the noise got much louder, and Ri found himself being thrown before landing and rolling on a hard sandy surface. Standing he would find himself surrounded by hundreds of cheering people. On the walls were weapons of all varieties and sizes. Across from him another person seemed to be standing and looked just as dazed.
A voice filled the space, drowning out the crowd and all other noises. The second shinobi from Lightning Country comes before you now. Perhaps he will put up a better fight than the last poor soul. Fighting him comes one of his own, another teenage shinobi, this time from Hoshigakure. A battle between shinobi, pitting Cloud trained endurance against Star power. Who will leave alive in this fight to the death?
The arena was maybe ten meters (30 feet) in diameter, and there was no sign of the entrance where he had come in from. Perhaps he had been thrown in from the top of the walls, but it certainly hadn't felt like that.
The other boy looked at Ri and at the weapons, then back to Ri. Clearly unsure on what to do or how to act.