The white haired boy wore a dark black versache hoodie to hide his hair. Dark black baggy jeans were worn at his waist. The pants were tied up with a belt that read LV in gold on the buckle. He wore a pair of black shinobi sandals on his feet. His red eyes laid on the center ring of the underground club, watching as two shinobi duked it out with one another. It didn’t seem like the shinobi here were that strong. Judging from their chakra auras they weren’t properly trained in the shinobi way. Maybe he’d have the advantage when he was up for his fight.
He wasn’t informed much of his opponent, other than the fact that he constantly black mailed a family that lived within the area. It was sickening to Uzi to know that such things went on, but he kept his mouth close. He’d handle the situation through action rather than with his words. ‘These guys have been fighting for almost an hour now. Aren’t they tired yet?’ As if the fighters could hear Uzi’s thoughts, one guy fell to the ground out of exhaustion. The other breathed in and out heavily, he won the match. He was presented with some yen as a reward for his accomplishment.
Next Uziuke was called to the center of the ring, along with a guy they called, “The Dark Hammer”. The guy was massive in size, but Uzi didn’t faulter. As the fight started Uzi was hit by a cup that was thrown from the crowd. The boy turned around to confront the culprit, which was his biggest mistake. It looked like the fight was rigged. The boy was grappled from behind, unable to move his arms. A guy from the crowd made his way into the ring, chuckling as he began to strike Uzi in the stomach. “New commers aren’t welcomed here kid.” Uzi closed his eyes from the pain, but he wouldn’t give up so easily. Suddenly flames encased his body, making “The Dark Hammer” and the guy that jumped into the ring move back. They were slightly burned from the flames. ‘I have to end this here now.’ The boy was enraged. Dark marks began to cover the boy’s face, though he didn’t activate either of his curse marks on his own. It must have been the demon within him taking over.
But something unexpected happened as the boy continued to push himself. The marks that covered his skin slowly retracted. His skin began to glow, shedding light into the arena. The light was bright enough to blind the boy’s opponent as well as the rest of the onlookers of the fight. Flames slowly encircled the ring, burning a few of the onlookers that were a bit too close to the fight. “ Vi jam estas vokita en vian tombon.” The boy said as he red eyes continued to spin violently. His opponent looked him in the eyes while keeping a hand to his face to sheild the light that almost blinded him. The villian was now a bit worried from the way that Uziuke now talked. Not only that, but the boy looked completely different altogether. Only his face was visible, but the boy looked like some kind of ancient rock creature. A symbol that resembled the Ifle Tower of London lay across the boy’s right eye, reaching from his cheek to just above his eyebrow.
The boy wasn’t able to think anymore, he was too concerned with defeating his opponent at this point, and he’d make it quick. The transformed Uzi began to hypnotize his opponent. The villian tried to move, but he was bound to his spot. Uzi placed a bind on the villian so that he couldn’t escape. Suddenly the entire room went pitch black. The guy was blinded from Uzi’s Dojutsu. He felt something move across his back. He could feel his blood begin to seep out of the fresh wound that was created. Again he felt movement across his chest. Blood fell from the wound onto the floor of the ring. In actuality the villian was already defeated, laying on the ground center ring.
The flames around the small arena slowly dissipated as Uzi changed back to his original form. As he was declared the winner by the shocked judge, the boy vanished, reappearing by his dead foe’s side. Picking the guy up he vanished out of the building, leaving the reward yen behind. He’d head straight to the family’s house, wondering what exactly came over him while he was in the ring. ‘I’ve never felt anything like that before. What exactly was it?’
[ WC: 775 ]