With a violent roar Kouta leaped at his opponent, his fists ran rampant and blurred in their lightning fast crushing barrage that was stopped by the gigantic bear-like paws of his opponent. To every change of pace or angle to his blows, his opponent kept up. Buonefino’s face was twisted in a mad smile, he was enjoying every moment of Kouta’s assault, it was like he ate up the boy’s passionate desire to move the large man aside and pass through.
Suddenly the medical ninja felt a tight grip lock around his fist, Buonefino slammed the young man forward and backwards making Kouta yell out in pain and struggle to keep his chakra augmentations up. He had spent so much chakra that day “ healing Jeandette to the best of his ability and using his chakra jets to both return to Buonefino’s floor and dispatch of the endless hordes of the Syndicate mobsters.
Buonefino flipped the boy around like a softened steak and tried bear hugging him to grind the young man’s bones, his face ate only the medical ninja’s feet as with a graceful backflip Kouta retreated from the danger zone established by the powerhouse of the Syndicate. This man was different, he was on a whole different level than even those Audra skin wearing brutes from Tanzaku and Katabami mines. He was a solid threat for a decent genin to face, in his refreshed and rested state Kouta would’ve beaten the man with quite some effort but now he was not so sure.
“Playing hard to get, are you?” Buonefino growled out in a strange husky laughter, shaking his strong thick fat so hard that he had to wrap his hulking arms around his own belly so that Sangrant did not collapse.
“Sadly my heart belongs to someone else, Mr. If someone saw me in your grip it’d prove too much trouble explaining it to that someone” Kouta answered with humor to the man’s strangely twisted humor.
Sangrant charged at Kouta with a running clothesline, the man’s wide opening allowed Kouta to dash right behind him. He would not strike just yet, his father taught the boy better martial arts than that, Sangrant would’ve expected a fake-out but not a double one. Kouta’s image blurred and appeared right in front of Buonefino right after it did the same and appeared behind him. The hulking brute had only just turned behind him to try and protect himself from assault from his back when Kouta was already hitting the man’s front with full force.
The boy had no idea how many strikes he landed. May have been at least sixty to the man’s abdomen, Sangrant staggered when the medical ninja switched up positions and began assaulting his face. The Juugo’s assaults ran rampant on Sangrant’s face, knocking a couple of teeth out and achieving a small nosebleed from the man’s stumpy thick nose. With a diagonal kick Kouta sent Sangrant flying to the side of the deep pool so strong that Buonefino hit the ceiling and got stuck into it.
“It’ll take him a while to escape that… I would be wise to use this chance to put some distance between me and Jeandette’s elevator…” Kouta thought as he launched himself towards the staircase climbing it to the best of his ability. A couple of stick wielding mobsters tried to stop him but with a single hurricane kick he dispatched of them all before they could even wind up their bats. The young Juugo sincerely hoped that there would be no more opponents on the level of the fat wrestler by the pool.
The door burst open with a deafening clang, Kouta did not open it nor did he kick it out, he just ran past it letting it break from his own toughness ramming it. It was like moving through a paper veil… The boy leaped onwards dispatching of a couple of gangsters that immediately fired upon him, Kouta felt warm squirts of blood on his chest and shoulder “ those kunai must’ve had some Audra alloy infused in them which made them more penetrating to a chakra augmented body, they could scratch him which was already troublesome. At this point trying to withstand the barrage of fire would’ve been a suicide pact as his chakra would disappear in front of his eyes.
Luckily his medical ninja trainee evasion served him well, he was actually the one who taught Mana the art of evasion and while the magician had the advantage of having studied under Shimo’s rogue ninja martial arts and Meiko’s art of redirection as well to create an amazing combination of defensive moves, Kouta was still the superior evader. With rolls and spinning upside down kicks and vaults the medical ninja utilized his environment perfectly cleaning the room as fast as possible and as much as he needed to pass. Kouta’s body slowed down as he began huffing heavily, this was really not being taken well by his tired body. If only he had more time to rest up before storming the tower but time was a luxury Jeandette did not have. Forward, just forward…
A tight grip crushed Kouta’s chest as the young one found it impossible to draw breath, within moments of seeing the size of hands locking him still the boy knew that it was the creepy wrestler from below.
“There was not a young boy born to escape Buonefino Sangrant!” he yelled out in pride and jumped up so high that both of them hit the ceiling with their heads leaving a wide hole. Sangrant’s frame flipped upside down as the duo crashed through the floor and then into the water, spinning and crashing through more and more floors. Blackness and pain, feint star-like lights popped in and out and the young Juugo found it so incredibly difficult to stay conscious. Suddenly he coughed up and realized that he was stuck in water… Then air again entered his lungs “ Sangrant was crashing them through the pool and below.
He was losing chakra quickly, if he crashed all the way down he’d lose everything, one of these floors could’ve cost him too much chakra and killed him or maybe one of them made him pass out and then a slam like that would completely snap his neck. The more Kouta’s tired and half-conscious body tried to resist its captor the more he realized it was pointless. The boy’s body was being dropped through more and more floors. That was it…
“No…” he thought to himself. An image ran past the young Juugo’s mind, an image of Jeandette reaching the top only to be greeted by a crowd of armed mobsters that gunned her down upon sight. Another one of Mana crying over his dead body and looking at the tower with those eyes… That angry stare she used to give Shimo when he stopped her from entering the caves back in Takigakure.
A loud snap followed by a booming crash emanated through the whole building coming from Kouta’s head butting backwards and smashing into Sangrant’s nose forcing the wrestler to release his prey. Kouta saw Buonefino struggling to stand back up “ he was just as shaken as Kouta was by the fall and the young Juugo planned to give him no time to get his act together. A punch from the right, another winded up and charged all the way from the left. A knee strike right to the nose and all that Kouta could muster up exploding onto the man’s thick chubby and hairy gut. A two handed slam to the man’s head to send him down. Kouta jumped above his downed and bleeding opponent and forced his feet to turn into cannons, he unleashed a powerful jet of chakra firing him upwards while it blasted Buonefino even lower below. Kouta felt and saw the building struggling to stand as he whizzed by the endless floors that he was tossed down through.
The young one could take no more, he thudded down on one of the cleaned and destroyed floors to catch a breath. There was immense pressure below Kouta’s eyes and his vision was getting blurry, he struggled to catch a single breath but even as he swallowed more and more air, tons of air, it just wasn’t enough. It was like feeling hungry in a vault of food. It couldn’t have been the heights… He must’ve been feeling shortage of chakra. Or it could’ve been both at once.
A strong pull forced Kouta’s weightless body down to the lower floor, someone grabbed his leg from below and dragged the boy all the way through the floor and into the lower one. Sangrant’s face was bashed up, his bald egg of a head was cracked in a couple of spots and his nose was bashed upwards and slowly but relentlessly bleeding. The man’s snake-like facial hair curve was now messy and flowing all over his lower face and his colorful wrestling spandex was torn up in most places and covered with stains of blood.
Buonefino roared charging forward with a slap, as Kouta jumped and staggered back evading each and every slap thrown his way the floor beneath his feet crumbled and fell down leaving gapping holes in each floor and dropping the unconscious bodies of each knocked out criminal present in that floor. Sangrant threw a direct punch to Kouta’s gut trying to force the boy to pass out but the staggering frame of the medical ninja allowed him to gain enough momentum for a falling overhead kick to his opponent’s neck. The boy’s experience as a medical ninja allowed him to identify a pressure point in the brute’s neck and attempt to shut the giant man down.
Dazed and confused by the rampant nerve pain all throughout his body and an overwhelming desire to shut out Buonefino just stumbled around before focusing himself once more and charging at Kouta with a powerful tackle, pushing the young man outside the skyscraper wall where both of them almost fell to their deaths, only barely clutching at the edges. While shouting in passion to win and utter unadulterated rage Buonefino twisted around trying to crush his opponent with a backhand smack but was unsuccessful each and every time, hitting only concrete and glass since Kouta jumped up and up scaling the seemingly infinitely tall building.
The passionate giant launched himself at Kouta’s location but the medical ninja just flipped back and drove his feet into Buonefino’s chest, utilizing the man’s own momentum and breaking the man’s arms up aiding his thrown Kouta rolled in and tossed Buonefino into a floor smashing him through multiple conference tables and decorative walls and office glass. Leaning on his right foot as a glass dug deep into his back Kouta walked on forward, he pulled out the glass and quickly patched his back up using medical ninjutsu, feeling his already dwindling chakra level dwindle even more.
“Don’t drop the soap on me yet, boy!” Buonefino yelled out grabbing Kouta by his foot, appearing from a pile of wreckage in all of his disgusting wrestling glory and locking him in for a piledriver and slamming Kouta’s face into the floor. The knocked out medical ninja just laid there wondering where he was and what was happening, he had no idea how much time had passed or where exactly Jeandette may have been in her elevator trip to the top floor.
Buonefino grabbed the barely conscious opponent by his trousers as Kouta’s top was completely torn down and bloodied, the wrestler just spun the young man around and tossed him up through the hole they made while crashing down, jumping right after his opponent before kicking Kouta in the back as they’ve arrived at the pool floor and slamming him in the chest and gut with a double handed slam crushing and grinding the young man’s body to his knee. Before the gravity took over Sangrant’s body the wrestler tossed Kouta aside hoping to have knocked the young man out and grabbed the edge right before falling down. Sadly the building’s floor crumbled making the large man tumble down a couple of floors lower giving Kouta some time to recuperate.
With huffs and throwing up blood the young man rolled into the water and dived down. He felt the cold and refreshing waters of the pool wipe away the pain from his countless bruises and wounds. No matter what he did, he just couldn’t pass around this man, he was like a living wall. It was a miracle that Kouta was even conscious to begin with. He had grown so much stronger since leaving the village with Mana… Before he could barely treat simple cuts, after worrying over the life of a girl he loved he soon learned to treat dangerous life threatening injuries through desperation and willpower alone. Before leaving he could not even phase his father and could never have landed a punch on him but now… While worrying over Mana’s life he could do anything.
Kouta’s elbows shifted and dislocated, bone pierced his flesh and soon molded with it forming tubes, tubes that appeared almost wooden in shape and texture Kouta’s eyes opened but they were no longer the eyes of a timid and reserved young man, they were the pitch black eyes of a maniac Juugo barbarian, only a golden ring would grant sanctuary in this vast blackness of his eyes, now serving as the golden iris. A stream of golden chakra fired away from Kouta’s elbows sending the boy upwards… A whirlpool of leaking water to the lower floors was slowly draining the pool and dragging Kouta down towards the hole, there wasn’t much time.
“Rising Piston Fist!” he shouted out the name of a technique he had seen his father use time and time again, a fist of overwhelming power, sadly Kouta’s current condition would’ve made his fist infinitely weaker than that of his father’s so no one would be flung out of the orbit but at the very least he dreamed of hurting the man standing in his way.
There he was… Standing by the edge of the pool and wondering where his opponent had went. Kouta’s intentions were no longer pure, he was no longer trying to save anyone or prevent anyone’s death, he no longer wished to benefit anyone but his inner fighter’s instinct and that made him strong, stronger than he would’ve ever become. He was a true son of a Juugo clansman, only rage and wish to hurt someone, not a wish to save someone would’ve granted true power and the medical ninja finally realized the darkness within himself.
The Piston Fist technique dug straight into Buonefino’s face flinging him upwards higher and higher through countless floors. Kouta couldn’t even calculate how high he went before his trip ended prematurely in a small indoors garden but Buonefino continued his flight the stream of dark purple chakra emanating from Kouta’s elbow tubes had long since ended and his eyes returned to normal, the patches of skin that had begun to morph into a strange wooden like texture forming a demonic shape out of the young man had passed and returned to normal. Buonefino slammed into the floor and forced a hole in it before falling back down nearby where Kouta had landed. All the mobsters had long since fled from the destruction, at this point they may have realized that no matter how much money their boss would’ve flung their way, they’d have never been able to fulfil his demands. This was a world outside their reach, hell, until Kouta again discovered the selfish desire to fight and win, it’d be out of his reach as well…
“Father… So that is how you fight…” he wondered to himself observing his crushed opponent. Slowly a couple of lingering mobsters began to fill the room hoping that maybe Kouta was weakened to the point where they could’ve finished him off. They began closing in closer and closer and Kouta felt too weak to even fight them off.
“Shit, that fucking faggot got his ass handed to him…” one of the mobster cursed as he raised his kunai dispenser aiming right between Kouta’s eyes.
With a loud bell ringing noise the mobsters were interrupted by an arriving elevator, as the door opened Jeandette unleashed hell from a kunai dispenser she held in her arms gunning down both mobsters trying to cash in the prize that most had already fled from.
“Made a couple of stops along the way, visited some old friends… Settled some differences…” she shrugged with a weakened and pale smile. She didn’t have much time left…
“I have failed… Kill me. There is no redemption for me, I was never man enough to beat you…” a sobbing cry came from Sangrant’s side, the damned bastard was still conscious just beaten beyond the point of moving.
“Man enough? This had nothing to do with anything. I just had a stronger reason to fight for and more training… If you asked me this style doesn’t suit you, you’re too agile for these stiff movements and slams, I’ve never seen such an agile fatso, honestly…” Kouta huffed out sitting nearby his weeping powerhouse of an opponent.
“Now my cousin Winsel will never release me from the family, he’s the one who taught it to me hoping that such a manly fighting style would make a man out of me…” he wept and wept to the point where he grabbed his face to restrain the influx of manly fist sized teardrops bursting from his face.
“Being a man is not about the manliest style. It’s about doing what feels right to do and never backing down unless backing down is the right thing to do. It’s about always doing what you think is right, not because someone else tells you it’s right, it’s about leading the way. You’re a little wimpier and softer inside than most mobsters and you’ve got a kind heart, you’ve got questionable sexual preferences but none of those things are something to be redeemed for. It’s what you are, being a man is not about changing what makes you you, it’s about changing what you don’t like about yourself while telling everyone else to suck it up and deal with the real you. Being a real man is about never having to prove that you’re a man to anyone. Now learn to dance, learn to jump and kick and do sick spins and pirouettes and then let’s fight again, I’ve learned more from you than I’ve learned from a thousand of “real men” I’ve faced today” Kouta raised his fist by Buonefino’s face only to be greeted by a soft fistbump.
Staggering and stumbling over debris Kouta and Jeandette struggled towards the staircase to the next floor.
“Only two floors remain… The elevator won’t take us any further, you ready?” she whispered to Kouta. Truth be told he was never less ready than he was at that moment, however he just grinned and gave the woman a thumb up, a dying woman craving for absolution had no business of seeing anything less from him.
“Are you ready to have the best tasting hat’ash you’ve ever had?” he asked confidently heading towards a floor sunken in total darkness. The floor where “Black Widow” Mortenson lurked for a careless prey that wandered into her lair
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