Three people just shouted warnings at you, and in doing so made your danger-sense ping even higher than its already-elevated level. Although they all used different words, two of them wanted you to be (at least partly) somewhere other than where you were. With that in mind, you half-throw yourself into a reverse roll, ending up on your back with your legs tucked up in front of you. It's close, but you manage not to bang your head against the wall behind you as the ninja above you did when he tripped over you.
Speaking of that ninja, your sudden change of position almost makes him fall on you for real - and when several objects whisper through the air to strike him somewhere in the back, jolting him slightly with each impact, you think for a moment that they might finish that particular job. This proves not to be the case, however; from this position, you have a pretty clear line-of-sight to the ninja's face, and while his mask covers most of it, you can see a quick progression from confusion to surprise and then anger in the narrow exposed patch about his eyes. Whatever hit him hasn't killed him, and might not have even hurt him that much, but it has upset him, and he's probably going to take that out on the nearest target.
Speaking as the nearest target, you don't care for that notion. Moving with ki-boosted and magically-augmented speed, you brace your hands and shoulders against the floor and bring your feet up so that they're planted against the bigger fighter's torso. A pressure that does not have the distinctive texture of flesh and bone registers briefly under your sneakers, before - with a yell of effort and a split-second flare as you bring your remaining magic and ki together for this one action - you kick him away as hard as you can in the direction of the door. The brown-clad enemy ninja goes flying across the room in a very satisfying manner, almost hitting an unfamiliar adult ninja - a tall, muscular man wearing a lot of white, stained here and there with black, grey, and red - before that individual takes a quick step to one side, letting the living projectile fly past and into the small crowd of hostile ninja trying to force their way inside the box. One of the lead attackers takes the hit directly and is borne down and back by the sudden, unexpected weight of his ally, which drags him out of the blasted and besieged room. The ninja in white, meanwhile, steps neatly back into his previous position, taking the momentary absence of an opponent to his right to hammer the brown ninja on his left with a merciless combination.
As it happens, you don't see the entire move, being too busy pulling yourself back into your previous crouch and taking stock of your situation. The last time you used Maximum Power, it basically ate an enhancement spell you had up; this time around, that hasn't happened, as you can still see and feel your body moving with magical haste. It might have something to do with your increased magical and ki control - but you can worry about that later.
Gained Maximum Power E++
Gained Strength F
Now that you don't have an adult's body blocking your view, you can see clearly just how messed up the private box and its occupants are. You're no expert on the subject, but whatever sort of explosive device went off in here looks like it was primarily fragmentary in nature; the tiny bits of twisted metal scattered all over the place, and particularly thickly in the corner to your right, near the back wall, are a pretty good clue. A few broken table legs with only the shattered splinters of a top lie in that corner, along with the remnants of what must have been a selection of complimentary drinks and snacks. A row of eight seats that look like the leather-upholstered recliner cousins of common arena seats are located towards the front of the box - you're moving between them and the shattered window now - most of them punctured and slashed and not nearly as comfortable-looking as they likely were ten minutes ago. Rather jarringly, there is also the smoking wreckage of a door lying over the backs of two of the seats. How did that happen?
Gathered in the corner across the row from your point of arrival are your friends. Lu-sensei is the one located somewhat apart from the rest, his back to them as he stands guard and... throws punches at empty air? What- no, wait, his hands are glowing- the hell? You have to take a moment to stop and stare as your master casually strikes the attacking ninja from about ten feet away, through a wall, a high-speed melee, and their own mystical shinobi tricks, with his bare hands. You have no idea how - his control of ki is far, far too good for you to even glimpse the fine manipulations involved - but the old man is demonstrating what he's claimed for some time that his style was entirely capable of, and punching across space, providing support to the white-clad ninja who is holding the door.
Behind your physics-warping master, on her feet and facing you, is Lady Ayame, looking somewhat less demure than at your last meeting. Her right sleeve has been reduced to a few ribbons, and the arm beneath is slashed and bloody, but the fingers of her left hand hold three small but very sharp-looking knives between them, and her expression is calm. Too calm, you think. Beyond the elder kunoichi are her daughter and Altria, neither of whom are visibly injured; like her mother, Kasumi has a knife out - just the one, though - and Altria has produced an honest-to-goodness shield from somewhere. Its face is bare grey steel, and the construction appears quite thin on top of being scaled-down to suit Altria's less-than-towering size, but the way it glows faintly makes you think the device is quite a bit more effective at its job than its pure physical properties would suggest. Finally, lying behind the girls, with many wounds wrapped in bandages that you can see beginning to soak through with blood, is Shiden. There are also three bodies lying on the floor in the back of the room, one of them wearing brown, the other two, blue.
You hear a hiss from your shoulder, where Briar - who evidently took a bit of a tumble when you rolled - is now half-lying down, clutching at your shirt for support.