When the Dust Settles [BMod Training Mod]

[Kouin]

Trumpets blared, and bannered waved in the cool Kumo wind. A short expedition bout between two people known amongst the village hidden in the clouds. The winds were at his back, ever in his favor, and the skies were clear for now, prepared to change in a moments notice.

As he entered the time tested arena of the Vespasian Colosseum, before him stood his challenge, some who had wanted a challenge for sometime, though Kouin cared not for drivel fights, but with the influx of younglings, a showcase of branch skill was understandable.

Let's get this over with, shall we?

Kouin with a snap of his fingers would be wreathed in lightning and storm, his body flowing with the wind and water.

[This will be a 2 Round Battle with Minamoto Sekuro modding it to complete his BMod Training]
[Sending Actions when other side arrives]

 

[Bakuen Hibana]

Using Hibana because it already has access here.

-Ahem-

*Shakes of rust *

Battle mod here.

Send me the goods.

Stats, build, etc.

Send your actions in a separate Pm.

Let’s have some fun.

 

[Akira Kazan]

The halls of the Vespasian Colosseum echoed with the sounds of metal armor clanking. Each step taken by the scarlet serpent moved him ever closer to the arena's combatant entrance. HE could hear the rumblings of the crowd up above, moving and shouting with excitement. He had never considered himself a prized fighter, and hated the idea of an audience, but today was different. The village had been dull lately and it's civilians seemed to show it. A series of short exhibition, organized by a combine effort of the three branches within Kumogakure, would serve as entertainment. Still, he never once mentioned he'd be personally getting involved.

Last time he was here, he spared the Anbu Sennin just to test his new found strength, which by now has faded once again. Kazan, unaware of his own genetic instability, wondered if he had truly gotten the hang of his current set of powers. Even still, Kazan's own sense of pride and confidence, or maybe ego, wouldn't allow him to miss opportunity. This wasn't about fame, clout, or even an attempt at dominance. This was for sport, joy, and the sake of entertainment. Besides, if someone could outclass him, perhaps they'd become the next candidate for his position. "I can already smell the bread baking above the hearth once again." He thought, thinking back to when it life was much simpler.

Breaching the colosseum's entrance, they're would be no mistaking him. As he approached his opponent, he heard him say they should just get this over with before snapping his fingers and empowering himself. With a smile, Kazan recognized this man's value. Maybe they were kindred souls; though, Kazan wondered if this man this man could truly understand him. "Get this over with?" He asked, with a chuckle. "I am proof that greatness lives in those who give it time." He told the man.

Tilting his head to the right side, he lifted his left shoulder and began to rotate his arm, before slowly shifting into a common stance.

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[Wc: 300+] [Marked]