Board Thread:The World/@comment-44207700-20191106093346/@comment-24728353-20191203020419

With that first punch, round 1 was set into motion as Ozura punched Tarou straight in the jaw. The powerful punch was enough to send Tarou away. Ozura then dodged the arrows and went for the capture on the final one. Ozura was a grown man, a veteran in combat, so he never expected Tarou an 11-year-old to come back from that punch. To his avail, during his blindspot, Tarou caught a good punch on Ozura’s abdomen. Ozura was still in the heat of battle so he endured the majority of the attack (Strength 8). He then looked down at Tarou with an annoyed expression as his instinctual move was to grasp the boy by the hand. But right before he could grab him he pushed away. In the 11 years, Tarou had been alive, he had never felt a killer intent like now. In this time Ozura wanted to see if he would keep that smile on his face. He then dropped his weapon on the ground as it easily impaled it. Ozura then cracked his knuckles as he walked over and stood over the boy, a towering 5’9 compared to him. Without a second to waste he started swinging on Tarou. A flurry of punches coming his way as they all carried a powerful amount of mass.

This small scuffle between Tarou and Ozura would show the two, exactly who was stronger. Every fist thrown at Tarou was to bruise or fracture a bone. Several hooks at his jabs and some at this face again. Had any of them landed, Tarou would feel a pain like never before. Though if he dodged, Ozura was sure to follow him, and if needed he’d come with his ax to make the score quick. The simple fact, Tarou punched Ozura in his gut was enough to initiate a spark in his brain. One that was filled for bloodlust and battle.

“My name is Shinzo, let us be graced by Hanegaya’s sacrifice.”

The Monk replied to Zhiro as he was ready for combat, Zhiro was in a terrible situation until Arata had saved them. Using the casual abilities of the Aburame clan, he was able to swarm enemies with several different types of insects. It rendered the majority immobile. The Monk then did as Zhiro said and threw him into the group who was weakened. The brat got lucky and there was nothing they could do. Zhiro landed on one individual who was asleep since he was drained of chakra. The others turned on Zhiro as he called on them to start shooting, as they did. Each of them continued to fire arrows at Zhiro hoping to hit the child. The first attempt failed as 3 arrows hit the man instead of one killing him instantly. It was obvious these men were desperate as the next few continued to fail until Zhiro jumped into the air once more, this time he made a go for the head archer. He instantly went for a decapitation, but this very move ended being his failure. With Zhiro still in midair, the Head archer quickly quivered his arm back and created an arc around his neck. The moment Zhiro closed in he sprung his hand forward and grasped Zhiro’s wrist. He needed to remember he was still a child compared to veteran combatants. If the grapple had landed on Zhiro his decapitation would be canceled as he headbutted Zhiro with all his might. This easily would hurt Zhiro as all this backfired on him. He was too headstrong, he needed to plan his attack better than heading in there alone.

Just when Zhiro’s life was about to be snuck from under his breath, the final Monk yelled out;

“FOR THE HONOR OF HANEGAYA!” Right after that, he threw the battle-ax directly at the head archer with such precision it was incredible. The ax swirled through the wind as it followed and reached the Head archer's hand. It took a second to register as Zhiro would more than likely feel as if he was falling from his position. That's when everything settled in, the ax had cut the archers hand off! NOW was Zhiro chance as the Monk yelled;

“DO IT NOW!”

How would Zhiro finish his opponent off before he retreated to help Tarou with the second in command.