
Loud cheering met Tomo's ears as he scanned the room. The tables were filled with men, and a few women, all of which were turned to face the center of the room. Wobbling within the invisible ring was Takama, his eyes droopy and an awkward smirk on his face.

"Cummmmon loooooooooooooser. I cen tek ya wiff one fnger." Takama of course flipped the bird at whomever he was speaking to before lunging forward. Tomo formed seals and held out his hand. Four ink tendrils spewed from Tomo's well, each grabbing a different limb. "Wazat? Whooooo daaaaars stip *hic* the miiiiiiiiiiighty Pro-jec-til Prnc?! Yer mokin me look laaaaaaaaaaaaaaame in frnt of de hunnies." Tomo held his eyes on his brother as he drew near. "Takama. You're drunk. Go home." Takama scowled. "Tama! I swer to drank Imma not Raiden." Tomo took his place between Takama and his designated target, whom Tomo didn't even spare a glance to. The Genin's nose scrunched as the retched odor of alcohol permeated off from every pore of Takama's body. Tomo created a light breeze to protect his sense of smell from going into overload. "Obviously if you can't even tell that I'm Tomo, then you've had too much to-" Tomo didn't finished his sentence as Takama's right hand burst free from the ink restrain. The man swung a punch faster than Tomo could react, and Takama's fist landed square on Tomo's chest. "Gack!" The duel-haired man went soaring backwards, slamming into the wall with a loud crack. The impact caused Tomo to cough up a hint of blood.
The Genin sat crouched with his head lowered, gasping for air. Finally he brought his gaze to his brother, who had pulled away from the rest of Tomo's bind. Tomo's eyes narrowed. "Then we do it the hard way." Tomo rolled his neck as he lifted himself up. After his hand signs, wind surrounded the Genin, the green color blending with Tomo's naturally purple chakra. His Cyclone Movement would help protect him from any projectiles Takama might try to throw. Tomo thought to reach for Astrosigil, but stopped. No, I don't want to hurt him. I don't know Tomo-boy, you might get trounced if you don't use your weapon. I've seen some pretty frightening images involving that intoxicated brother of yours within your memories. Tomo's brows furrowed. Takama had sent many a ninja to the hospital in this drunken state. Shinobi that outranked Tomo twice over.
Tomo's hesitation gave Takama his opening, and the redhead seemed to appear out of nowhere before Tomo. This time the young man's instincts kicked in, and he rolled to the left away from his brother's uppercut. "Gotz ta bee foster Tama." Takama swept his foot, causing Tomo to stubble as he attempted to rise from his dodge. The redhead grabbed Tomo by the head and slammed his face into the floorboards. However, upon impact, Tomo's body burst into ink, splattering over Takama and a few of the patrons. Loud cheers came from the audience as Tomo landed onto Takama's back, his Thunderfist causing lightning to course through the elder sibling's body. However, this barely seemed to faze Takama as he grabbed Tomo by the shirt and threw him against the back wall. "Naut bud Tama. Since whin couldja use ink-k-k?" Tomo rose from the ground with a grown, glaring at his brother. "Damn, I can't do this on my own...I need..." Takama rushed at Tomo, his fist aimed right for Tomo's face. "TAMA!"
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