Jiro surged forward, sword left behind. Kibako jumped to the side, and Jiro turned. Kibako laughed. "So easily angered. This'll be a walk in the park." he said. Jiro frowned. "Make sure to grab your leash before you go. Don't need you humping anyone's leg." he said, and Kibako growled. He surged forward, swinging his claws. Jiro leaned back, kicking him in the side. He grunted, growling as he shook the attack off. Jiro watched him carefully, knowing how he fought. Kibako leapt into the air, coming from above.
Jiro jumped back, and Kibako swung, on all fours. Jiro didn't like the fighting style the Inzuka Clan used, but he made sure to study it. Kibako rushed forward, moving faster than Jiro remembered. He swung up at Jiro, who moved back. He swung his leg, and Kibako bit into his shin. He grunted, then clapped his hands together. Kibako jumped back, growling.
Jiro grunted at the pain his leg was in, but ignored t. Kibako walked around him, stalking like a wolf. Jiro made sure not to move, but to watch. If Jiro didn't make the first move, Kibako would have to. Kibako came from behind, where Jiro spun to elbow the ninja in the face.
The ninja stumbled back, nose broken. Kibako growled, and charged forward. He swung his leg, kicking at Jiro. Jiro used his forearm to block, but then Kibako threw kunai at close range. His mind flashed to a scene of someone fighting a huge black creature of some sort. They used a high-speed form of movement, allowing them to move away. Jiro blinked, and he was standing across from a confused Kibako.
Jiro himself blinked, unsure of how he got to his current position. He shrugged, surging forward. The shocked ninja recovered a little too late, as Jiro swung his fist. The canid ninja yelped, and slid back. Jiro followed up with a front kick, knocking him back farther. Jiro jumped up, kicking the ninja in the chest and knocking him to the ground. Jiro landed, watching him warily. He watched Kibako rise, and saw the emotion in his eyes.
"I'm not going to lose to you." he said, and Jiro looked him in the eye. "Then prove it." Jiro challenged. He swung his claws, and Jiro avoided them easily. Kibako had never been on Shizuka's level, and Jiro was. He kicked him in the chest, knocking him back. Kibako panted, growling. Jiro frowned at the ninja. "You should really calm down. This'll be a walk in the park if you get angry." he said, and Kibako growled. He surged forward recklessly, spinning like a drill. Jiro blinked. A Fang over fang without a ninja dog? He hadn't seen that coming. He was struck, and grunted as he was shoved back. He saw the wall coming, and rolled. Kibako spiraled into the wall, calling out when he struck. When the dust cleared, Kibako was surprisingly unconscious.
Jiro had won the next three battles without issue. His final battle was next, and he was ready. However, they were given a day off to prepare, and Jiro spent his time drawing. He removed the pencil from the paper, blinking at the odd creature he drew. It was a seven-foot tall bipedal fox with a mane of hair held together by a bead. Jiro nodded. The bead kept the red and black mane safe, while the rest of the fox was lean, and keen blue eyes stared back at him. He grunted, hanging the picture on the wall. He hung it next to another fox drawing. The second fox was majestic, and a cream color. It had long mane like hair, and nine tails. It was not Kurama the Kyuubi, but a different nine-tailed creature. Jiro shrugged, breathing deep before starting his next drawing.
Jiro looked out at the sunset, grunting at how soon tomorrow was. He looked at his drawing, of a creature known as a werewolf. The creature was female, as seen by her voluptuous figure. Her fur was brown, and she was shorter than any of Jiro's others. He knew this was because the wolf was only fourteen, and not yet done growing. Jiro smiled at the drawing of Shizuka Inzuka, his ex-girlfriend. She had died on a mission, and Jiro found it suspicious a genin dies of a D-rank mission. He decided not to challenge it, but always had a bad feeling about it.
He flipped out of his window, landing on the roof. He took a deep breath, crossing his legs and closing his eyes. For some reason, he had knowledge he felt he shouldn't. He knew a deep form of meditation could replace sleep, so that you don't suffer the risk of sleeping too much, not enough, or of course, bed head. He forgot the name of the meditation, as it was in another language Jiro knew, but shrugged it off. He felt the moonlight on his skin while he meditated, and felt the air become hotter. He assumed it was sunrise. He opened his eyes, grunting at the near blinding sunlight before standing. Jiro preferred to start his day early, and always awoke nearly three hours early. He jumped through the window, looking at his wall. The drawings were gorgeous, but where did he get the inspiration?
Jiro had just finished dressing, and he had one damp braid hanging down his back. He decided to leave his sword behind today, since nearly none of his foes used weapons. It was odd, seeing the huge weapons shop that does immense amounts of business. Swords, claws, kunai and shuriken off all shapes and sizes, and even staves and spears. Jiro had no idea why so many ninja preferred hand-to-hand combat when a weapon is less wear and tear on your body. He sat down, and looked across the dining room's large table. He saw a photo of the clan, and Jiro tilted his head at it. Had his father ever noticed that? He could have sworn the photo in front of him showed three children with Fugaku Uchiha, not two.
Mikito was first, and Jiro nodded to his sister. She smiled, and walked over. "Hey Jiro. What're you doing up so early?" she asked. Jiro chuckled. "I've been up. I choose to start my day early. Besides, no fighting over who gets to shower first, or any other such nonsense." he said. Mikito chuckled, walking over to the cupboard to grab something to eat. Their mother always kept food that didn't need to be cooked for everyone incase of an urgent mission or such. Jiro looked to the left, where Itachi walked in yawning. "Where's Ichiro? Shouldn't he be awake?" he asked. Mikito nodded. "He's still out. I think he was up late training or whatever." she said. Jiro nodded. He bid them farewell, and began on the walk to the exams arena, where his final battle would take place.
He thought about everything he knew. Vivian and Johan explained therianthropy to him. He knew that if any two-legged animal man attacked him, he should have silver. Unless it was a bird or lizard, then he should have gold. Jiro decided to take it into consideration, and he grinded a silver ring he had against the blade, the pieces of silver being grinded off onto the blade. It allowed him to battle Todokora, who would have healed any other blade wound. He wondered why he could sense such things, to with Vivian said that some people just can. Jiro had shrugged, looking at the arena in the distance. He had a foreboding feeling about today, as something didn't seem right. Johan had said that if it doesn't feel right, then it isn't right. And of course, he said that you can smash whatever it is into the ground anyway. Jiro had chuckled at this. Part of him wished he had his blade, but part of him said he didn't need it.
Jiro had arrived at the arena to see Johan and Vivian already there. He assumed he awoke early, but they were here before him. He waved over to them, and they waved back. "Surprised to see anyone here before me." Jiro said, and Vivian chuckled. "Johan had to get up early to eat. I decided not to go back to sleep." he said, and Jiro chuckled. The big man known as Johan laughed. "A bear has to eat you know." he said. Vivian grunted. "Yeah, but not that fucking early." she growled out. He shrugged. Jiro laughed. "I'd wish you good luck, but something tells me you won't need it." he said. Johan laughed heartily. Vivian smirked. "Of we don't need luck. We have skill." she said. Jiro laughed. He noticed Johan was weaponless, but Vivian had a sword strapped to her hip. "That's a weird looking sword." he said.
She drew it. The pommel appeared to be bone, and the hilt was wooden, likely sakura or willow because of the detail on the wood. The guard was silver, and shaped like an eye. The blade shined in the sunlight, and Jiro grunted at the glare it cast. The blade was waved, and looked sharp on one side only. The second side was flat and blunt, making the blade one edged. Jiro wondered why she wielded such a sword. "What's the story with that sword?" he asked. Vivian laughed. "This sword was forged by my brother. Far as I know, he's dead now. Couldn't care anyway. He called it Mirror flower, but I call it Half bloom." she said. Jiro understood why, it looked like a half a sword. He tilted his head. What was that he saw in her hair?
"What was that in your hair?" he asked. She sheathed her sword, blinking. She ran her fingers through her hair, and Jiro saw her ears, which were pointed. He blinked. "Pointed ears?" he asked. She froze. "You tricked me." she said. Jiro shook his head. "No I didn't. I thought you had something in your hair. It turned out to be your ears. Not my fault I didn't know." he said, shrugging. She frowned. Johan laughed. "He got you there, Elska." he said. She growled. Jiro tilted his head. "You said most of the fae had pointed ears. Since you have no wings, I assume you're an elf?" he asked, and she grunted. Johan nodded. Jiro turned to see everyone arriving in groups. "Well, Vivian the Elf, I wish you the best of luck, even if you don't need it." he said, walking over to his team.
The battles were bring, and Johan was up. He faced off against some noblemen's son, and slapped him once. Jiro laughed, finding it funny. Next up was another nameless duo, then the announcer cleared his throat. "Next up is Vivian Von Carstein versus Rukia no Sabaku!" he called, and Minato wished his lover luck. Jiro remained silent, not caring. The two girls walked next to each other, separating and taking their sides of the field. The referee signaled to begin, and Minato cheered.
Rukia flung sand at Vivian, and Jiro watched carefully. She mumbled under her breath, and a wall of stone rose up to block the sand. Rukia cast an earth jutsu, and spikes rose from the ground, Vivian leaping up into the air to avoid them. Rukia flung more sand, and Vivian drew her sword. She sliced through the sand, flower petals heading toward Rukia. She blocked with a wall of sand, and Jiro frowned. It was called half bloom, so what happened if Half bloomed, well, bloomed? Would it become stronger? He watched the battle closely, seeing her control the petals with little but her will. Jiro found this interesting, and would seek her guidance on the issue.
Rukia launched a kick, and Vivian swung her blade down. Rukia called out as her knee was struck, blood spilling from the wound. Minato growled, and Jiro chuckled. He turned to Jiro. "She's your teammate! Show some concern." he growled out. Jiro laughed. "I can't stand either of you. I'm rooting for Vivian, as she is a better friend than either of you." he stated. Minato growled, clenching his fist. Jiro frowned, sensing Minato's power spike. "You might want to wait until your battle. Even if you manage to defeat me, you'd be exhausted by time your fight came up, and then what?" he said. Minato calmed, growling at Jiro.
Rukia hit the ground, calling out. Vivian landed with the grace an elf should have, but with a darker side to it. Her pitch-black hair fell around her shoulders, chest and back, and her purple eyes glared at Rukia. The girl stood, wobbling. Vivian moved quickly, swinging her blade at Rukia. Rukia barely avoided, taking a wound to her shin. She grunted as she hit the ground, and Vivian launched a kick. Jiro cringed when it hit, as the heel she wore dug into Rukia's chest. She fell back, grinding against the ground. Jiro laughed, and Minato growled again. The referee looked at Rukia, and shook his head. "This battle is over! The winner is Vivian Von Carstein of the mist village!" he called out, and Jiro cheered. Minato growled at him, red chakra floating around him.
Jiro wrapped himself in an aura of black chakra. "You think an aura will do you any good? Any ninja can produce one. It's nothing special." he growled out. The announcer called out, and Jiro turned. "The final bout is next! Minato Uzamaki versus Jiro Uchiha!" he called. Jiro chuckled. "Looks like we'll be fighting each other after all." he said, walking forward. They took their positions, and Jiro began circling Minato, and he mimicked. The two moved in circles, wondering who would make the first move.
Minato surged forward, and Jiro jumped to the side. He turned, rushing forward again. Jiro jumped back, and Minato swung his hand, which had grown claws. Jiro slapped his hand away, kicking him in the chest. He was unscathed, growling at Jiro. The energy around him formed into a more vulpine shape, and his eyes turned red. The pupils were naught more than slits, and his teeth became thicker, fangs heavier. Jiro jumped to the left, avoiding a wild punch.
He parried with Minato, neither gaining the upper hand. He used his forearm to block a kick, his shin blocking a punch. He swung his forearm down to block a swing of claw, jumping back from a Headbutt. Jiro watched Minato, who seemed enraged. Jiro jumped back from another wild fist, kicking Minato in the chest, knocking him back. Jiro swung his other leg, and Minato ducked, coming up with his claws. Jiro grabbed his hand, moving his outstretched leg to knee Minato in the side of the face. The Uzamaki slid back, and Jiro watched him closely, his seemingly empty gray eyes never leaving Minato.