Chapter 2

Sumaia was stunned! He was trapped in a prison that was barely big enough for him to move around in! "Wait a second! I'm not out yet! I've still got sensei's technique up my sleeve! I'm still gonna win!" he thought to himself. He made the proper hand sign. His sensei knew exactly what he was up to. "Alright! Good thinking Sumaia!" He looked at Devon's sensei and pointed. "He's not out of this yet, d*** it! He's gonna bust that thing down from the inside!" Devon's sensei just lowered his head and grinned.

Sumaia shouted "Multi Shadow Clone Jutsu!" The weird thing was that nothing happened! Sumaia looked up and saw no clones! "What the ****! Sensei, did you show me the wrong technique again?!"

"I've never shown you the wrong technique **** it! You just ****** it up again! Try it once more!" his sensei shouted with flames coming out of his ears.

Sumaia nodded and made the sign again. "Multi Shadow Clone Jutsu!" Once again, nothing happened! Sumaia was devastated. He looked directly at Devon and began to scream his head off! "What the **** did you do to me! What the **** is this anyway?! Let me out of here you chicken ****!"

Devon just smiled as he held his hands out towards the prison. "You should forfeit this match. There is nothing that you can do in there. And I do mean nothing! Why do you think it's called 'Power Sealing Jutsu'? You think they ran out of names or something? That prison is designed to absorb your chakra whenever you try to use it. You might as well just forfeit the match, because I can hold this all day. And if you keep screaming at me, eventually, you will run out of oxygen. Then again, you can always replenish your air by letting some out of your head!"

Sumaia was steaming! He began to pound his fists on the barrier and swear his head off. "Let me out of here, you son of a *****! I'll tear your ************ head off when I get out of here! Come on *******! Bring it *****!" All the spectators got a giant tear behind their head. The proctor sighed. "This kid is a real ***. It's gonna be a drag! I might as well call this thing. This whole match was just a drag." When he started to walk over, he and Sumaia's sensei both noticed something about Devon. Everyone began to notice that Devon wasn't standing as confidently as he once was. As a matter of fact, he was down on one knee! He looked exhausted as he struggled to hold his hands in place. As Sumaia kept cursing and banging against the prison, with each hit Devon looked weaker and weaker.

Sumaia's sensei grinned and then laughed. "Sumaia! Stop cursing and look at him!" Sumaia looked at Devon kneeling. As he began to look closer, he noticed that Devon's hands started to glow the same color as the prison. Everyone looked on as what appeared to be strings of chakra leading to the walls of the prison began to reveal themselves. Sumaia stopped pounding on the wall for a second. He raised his fist, drew back as far as he could, and hit the barrier again. He saw Devon cringe. "I've got you now! This prison's made of your chakra! And to keep it in place, you have to use most of your chakra to control it! Ha Ha! I'm still in this thing!"

Sumaia began to hit all of the barriers and Devon began to tire. One of his hands dropped from pure exhaustion. He struggled to hold up the other, but the damage looked to be done. The barrier between Devon and Sumaia began to become permeable. Pretty soon, Sumaia began to actually stretch the barrier with each strike! "Yeah! That's it **** it! Beat the barrier until you get to him!" Sumaia's sensei cheered. Sumaia's sensei looked at Devon's with a huge smile. "He's gonna beat your student yet!" Sumaia's sensei stopped smiling when he noticed the look of fear on Devon's sensei's face. He looked as his sensei's hands began to grip the railing tighter.

"No." he said. "Not here, not now! I don't think he can control it anymore!" He looked at Sumaia's sensei very intensely. "Tell your student to forfeit the match right now!"

"No way! You're just mad cause he's about to..."

"He's about to die if you don't tell him to forfeit now!"

Everyone's eyes got wide when Devon's sensei said that. They turned their attention back to the match with concerned looks. Devon's knees had given way. He was on the floor and his arm began to shake. He looked to be in serious pain. But something else was wrong. He was trying to remember his sensei's words about control, but something kept whispering to him. "Let go. I can take care of this. Let go. It will be easy for me. Let go. I'll bring us closer to Chunin. Let it out. Let me have control. Let me out!!" Devon's head began to slightly twitch. Sumaia had began to walk closer to Devon, the barrier wall stretching around him. But it seemed now that with every punch, Devon began to regain his strength. With every strike, Devon's eyes began to turn a darker shade of black until they were onyx colored. When Sumaia finally reached Devon, he threw one last punch at his head. But the punch stopped just short of his cheek. Sumaia's eyes grew wide when he realized he couldn't move his hand any more. He saw Devon begin to grin under his hood.

The barrier snapped back into position, slamming Sumaia against the other wall. Devon put his other hand back up and stood. When Sumaia stood up again, he noticed that Devon's eyes shined black under his forehead protector. Devon began to laugh menacingly. Everyone in the room suddenly felt a chill of fear. Devon's sensei closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he realized what had just happened. "It's just like I feared. He's loose again. Tell your student to forfeit before he's killed! Now dumb***! If he doesn't give, he will certainly die!"