Sweat began to roll down the side of Kanmuri’s bloodstained face. Flipping backwards, the right year old attempted to make space as his opponent was still under his genjutsu; however, she had seemingly found a way to negate it as the pink haired beast would lightly scrape him.
Crap! The young ninja would think as he felt the sharp blade pierce his skin. Although, he only felt pleasure instead of pain, Kanmuri knew that he had to minimize his pleasure or else he’d not only lose himself, but the match as well. Clone genjutsu won’t work on her it’s time to switch things u-
Before he could finish his thoughts, his opponent would quickly leap into the air and smash her heels into the head of the white haired boy. For a second, all Kanmuri could hear was a ringing sensation, but that was of no concern. Upon raising his face, all that could be seen upon the prince’s face was a mad grin. Play time was over.
Weaving handseals, the crazed boy would keep his prey frozen in place awaiting his fangs. Slowly grabbing his sword the scarlet eyed demon walked into a jog towards his pink haired opponent, and her dull, unfearing eyes only made him more and more crazed. With each step his smile grew wider and his sharp canines would show. He was the predator, and she, his prey.
Clutching his Bloodthirsty Crown, Kanmuri would stab it into the chest of the woman as blood stained the floor and face of Kanmuri. However, deep, past the fog of pleasure in his mind, Kanmuri realized something. I’ve felt it for sometime now...but now I’m certain. Her skin is hard...uncharacteristically hard and tough.
Memories of the fight would then start to connect in his mind. I wasn’t mistaken...The times her cuts healed and the lack of bleeding. There’s no doubt in my mind. The crazed look on Kanmuri’s face would instantly evaporate as he remembered the fighting stance of the woman as well, the Zaiken fighting stance. Kanmuri’s face would tighten in anger as his brows furrowed and sharp canines bared. His bright, scarlet colored eyes would twinkle with rage as he released the sword before stabbing her in the same spot once more. More blood would fill the floor beneath them as rage filled body and cleared his mind-washing away all sense of pleasure and euphoria.
She’s a Kyoujoran
Deep inside of Kanmuri, where no one could see, Kanmuri’s Persona stood surrounded in a deep, blue fog. Adorned with a golden crown, the bony, skull of the creature ominously smiled.
[OOC - FINALLY FREE]
[OOC - Actions have been sent;. Hopefully, I haven't rusted too much]
Crap! The young ninja would think as he felt the sharp blade pierce his skin. Although, he only felt pleasure instead of pain, Kanmuri knew that he had to minimize his pleasure or else he’d not only lose himself, but the match as well. Clone genjutsu won’t work on her it’s time to switch things u-
Before he could finish his thoughts, his opponent would quickly leap into the air and smash her heels into the head of the white haired boy. For a second, all Kanmuri could hear was a ringing sensation, but that was of no concern. Upon raising his face, all that could be seen upon the prince’s face was a mad grin. Play time was over.
Weaving handseals, the crazed boy would keep his prey frozen in place awaiting his fangs. Slowly grabbing his sword the scarlet eyed demon walked into a jog towards his pink haired opponent, and her dull, unfearing eyes only made him more and more crazed. With each step his smile grew wider and his sharp canines would show. He was the predator, and she, his prey.
Clutching his Bloodthirsty Crown, Kanmuri would stab it into the chest of the woman as blood stained the floor and face of Kanmuri. However, deep, past the fog of pleasure in his mind, Kanmuri realized something. I’ve felt it for sometime now...but now I’m certain. Her skin is hard...uncharacteristically hard and tough.
Memories of the fight would then start to connect in his mind. I wasn’t mistaken...The times her cuts healed and the lack of bleeding. There’s no doubt in my mind. The crazed look on Kanmuri’s face would instantly evaporate as he remembered the fighting stance of the woman as well, the Zaiken fighting stance. Kanmuri’s face would tighten in anger as his brows furrowed and sharp canines bared. His bright, scarlet colored eyes would twinkle with rage as he released the sword before stabbing her in the same spot once more. More blood would fill the floor beneath them as rage filled body and cleared his mind-washing away all sense of pleasure and euphoria.
She’s a Kyoujoran
Deep inside of Kanmuri, where no one could see, Kanmuri’s Persona stood surrounded in a deep, blue fog. Adorned with a golden crown, the bony, skull of the creature ominously smiled.
[OOC - FINALLY FREE]
[OOC - Actions have been sent;. Hopefully, I haven't rusted too much]
...Once more, the fighting between the soon-to-be Academy Student and Miss Furoorensu of the Medical Branch would continue on. It was truly a moot point at this point for the boy known as Kanmuri to continue to struggle against a superior opponent like the one that he was facing, but she would continue to show him his mistakes if she had to do so. Truthfully, it did not make any medical shinobi in the Hidden Sand quite pleased to be harming someone unless their first names started with an A or a K; the individual whose first name was Kyuji had a reason for harming other individuals in their village and that was simply to teach them a lesson by taking their lives if they were corrupting the Grand Palais or making them stronger in sparring sessions. This tough love, if one wanted to call it that, helped many shinobi become who they were today and some could even say helped some shinobi pass Kyuji in skills. 
With her final fist hitting the gut of the child, she would watch as the white-haired creature that had been quite a nuisance in this fight collapsed to his knees in front of her. This young bastard of Miroku Akkuma's had lost as was expected against someone the calibar of Furoorensu and he looked quite banged up and bruised by their conflict. His opponent on the other hand would merely disperse her clones and proceed to heal herself as a green aura radiated around her hand as she went over her own body. It was during this healing process that she would look down at the boy in front of her and speak to him coldly: