Exhibition:

-Taking at A-rank (for both Buri and myself)
-3500 words for 1000 ryo and 4 EP, 4 more EP available for an additional 10k words jointly

It seemed that his life itself continued to keep him busy from one village to another he was always moving now to one he never seen before the hidden leaf such a wonderful place as the views nearly made him smile. He was summoned to join a show of some sort something like this never occured back home and he began to think if this was a trap was it his curiosity getting to him how others lived in their village but it seemed that this show was much more than it appeared to be he was told he was going to fight but his opponent was someone who he didn’t know. Would his challenge be worth it for now he could only think as his body itself sat in a locker room hearing the frantic cheers and screams from the other side of the wall it had seem the audience for this show called show was being prepared for more than an ordinary fight between shinobi. Was this the type of enjoyment they looked for out here in their village at least they knew when a good battle would be headed their way back home no one was ready for a shinobi to fight head on. Blood and and broken bones was always left after a battle of any kind life or death was the way of the shinobi and it would always be that way till peace consumes every single soul that lived in the cold world. It was time as the chanting of the crowd began to bash to against his ear drums standing up on his feet as he headed towards the door in front of him opening it up leading him down a hallway.

“So loud..This crowd seems hungry. I hope they don’t mind a couple of broken bones..”

With the bright light shining down at the end of the hallway and the roar growing louder with each step he took it seemed as if this was going to be the main event with the way the crowd was worked up. Made it even seem like they lust for blood and action was this village that much of bore that they call on outsiders and maybe those in their own ranks to do battle this all sounded amusing to the shinobi. Finally stepping into the light as his body was exposed to the rage and excitement of the arena he wore from head to toe the Anbu gear given to him long ago clean as a whistle. Resting on the side of his head tilted sideways was the mask that he chosen himself white and red with a face of a dog his blue hair danced through the air his blue eyes themselves studied everywhere looking at the crowd. Full of different faces and ethnicity this was truly a thriving crowd from young to old it seemed as if their whole village was into this type of action. Giving out a yawn as underneath his feet was nothing but concrete it was clear there was nothing else except for the designs on the walls which all represented the five great shinobi villages. Across from him was another entrance to the arena whoever decided to walk out of this battle without failing is simply the winner plus the sound of money was thrown into the mix up looking around the area it seemed pretty entertaining.

The bloodlust was in the air the crowd was going crazy with each chant he was out in the open now it was time for the other to reveal themselves to the light. No matter who it was he was sure this fight was going to be a good one it’s not often he gets mail from a village miles away to come fight for pleasure and joy. Looking up into the stands he could only gaze in amazement as this would obviously be a way to tell whose village possessed the most lethal shinobi. Creating allies behind the scene so the opposition would have something to fear but what would he know at the end of the day whatever occured after this event would be the outcome of the leaders of each village. Life as a shinobi seemed tough and as he got older it the tough part about it went away only thing left for him was to survive and learn from everything maybe even complete his goal in life and retire the life of a shinobi and raise a family.

“A honest living for a demon..”

WC: 759

The surges of the crowd left the air electric and buzzing about the shattering volume around him. Maigo had hidden himself away until he was sure his opponent would arrive, the man with the ANBU mask tied to the side of his head, seeming to waltz right into the arena as Maigo stood behind him in the doorway of the entrance from where he had come. Some twenty feet behind Burittsu, Maigo would be in full ANBU gear, his mask covering his face and letting his hair hand down behind his back. The grey armor over all black clothing left Maigo more mystery than anything, making no sounds as he looked around at the arena around him. The crowd circling the arena in a frenzy of cheers and anxiety about the coming match of two Kirigakure jounin. No doubt they would look at two of Kiri's jounin and veteran ANBU as monsters, there to put on a show of terrifying and horrible techniques.

The ninja in the crowd would see the terrifying nature of their moves while the citizens would be impressed with a display of fancy moves and prowess unlike any they had seen before. Maigo would sigh and stretch his shoulders, rolling them backwards as he would begin to fill into the arena. A square of cement slabs lined it in a 50 meters length on all sides, leaving very little room for them to move and even less comfort given the walls from the ground to the watching citizens were only another 15 meters or so. Any sizeable jutsu would be a hazard, so Maigo would have to keep it down. He would also avoid using any of his major techniques, but he was there to put on a show.

Stepping quickly, almost in a flicker, Maigo would stand next to Burittsu as he would take his first steps onto their bland battlefield of stone. Speaking up towards Burittsu to catch his attention if he wouldn't notice his sudden appearance,

"I'm glad you got my letter for this little contest. Though, there's no reason to kill each other or change the map of this village, lets just put on a good show old friend." Maigo would smirk but know it wouldn't be seen under his mask, hoping that the sound of his voice, golden eyes and long black hair would be enough to jog the Yuki's memory of a comrade turned rival and combatant those many years ago. Doing his best to turn him off his path, Maigo wouldn't have given up but he had no real intention of killing or seriously harming Burittsu all the same.

Maigo would give him a quick pat on his nearest shoulder before jumping, almost flickering to the normal human eye and taking his stance in the center of the long edge to their left, about 5 meters from the edge still though. Maigo's eyes would focus on his opponent, waiting for him to take his place in opposite, hardly able to hear anything over the roars of the crowd and the announcer's voice that blared lightly in the background. The announcer's voice roared out,

"Soon, two dangerous and deadly ANBU of Kirigakure no Sato have agreed to duel for you entertainment. A break from the chuunin exams to see what two highly talented jounin have to offer! Hold on folks, as the chance of death is high and their individual skills even higher!"

He would continue on, shouting more nonsense as Maigo would take a deep breath and begin to focus himself, centering his chakra and preparing for the match at hand. The exhale of his breath would be palpable, like a monster breathing out heat except for Maigo's heat that feeling of wrath and anger that plagued him. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach, knowing he would have to hold himself back, and hold himself back again to not snap and lose control of himself. In any instance, it would be a fun match, Maigo would raise a single arm up slowly and confidently to the center of his chest. The seal of confrontation held and formed with absolute discipline, waiting for his opponent to return or make a move as the announcer would shout out,

"It's time!"

Two proctors would stand on the waiting near the sides, though, Maigo knew there was little they would do to intervene the fight lest they put themselves at risk. No, they were there as medics to save one of them if they got too injured at best, a reassurance that a death could be hidden from the public eye in a match that was far too dangerous to be held so lightly.


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Everything is as it seemed his life couldn’t be simple it always involved someone from his past but for once this man here was not his source of anger as he said it himself he was glad that Burittsu had agreed to join in on the fun. They clashed head on to many times for them both not to actually finish the fight especially in front of everyone it was a perfect set up and this indeed put a grin on his face. Not one full of malice but one full of joy even as he knew the Uchiha was stronger and had a considerable amount of skills underneath his belt none could put up with Sero himself unless the Kage were involved. But it didn’t matter the man was his enemy and he picked the perfect rival and place to show up a great show to prove the other villages that the members that hid in the mist were not cowards or weak. This indeed was a warning to all who watched that the two figures in the arena death was around the corner it was once more a battle of rivals this time no more running. No more excuses this was going to be their first actual brawl the eyes of Burittsu locked onto the man in front of him as he grabbed his own mask returning it upon the top of his face. He said it himself there was no point of such actions but if the need would come neither man would hesitate to chop off a limb or two to keep the opponent at bay somethings were meant to be simple as that. Since this battle was a show it was to simply enjoy not watch anyone die a bloody mess on the floor in front of so many families and children the time was now in play.

“It’s time!”

In a quick moment his mind was already made up it was time to actually fight his rival and enjoy life the way it was meant to be maybe after this match he could understand peace and happiness. There was no reason to hesitate the two were already in form quickly charging at his enemy with both his hands together at his chest he began to focus chakra in both of his palms the fight began and the show was going to be a good one. It was just for show but on the other hand winning for once didn’t seem like a bad plan he was going to hold back but not back out of the fight in seconds both of his hands were encased in solid ice forming two hands sharp to the point of each finger. The area around Burittsu itself did grow colder but not in that of death but of something else he himself was enjoying every moment and actually wanted to see what the man had under his sleeves for now the cold is enough to be felt around Burittsu. He couldn’t help but crack a smile underneath his mask the battle would be a good one and with a move that require only a little chakra he could only imagine how this would all go down. With a fierce step quickly leaping towards his opponent closing the gap even if wasn’t that much chakra put into the jutsu pain still pain.

“So you invited me? Is this a joke Uchiha what’s your angle.”

Using the leap to close the gap he gave an easy attack to read but the one he was truly trying to read was his former comrade something about this seemed off the two could have fought when and wherever they wanted. But why here why in a place where the wondering eyes of everyone can watch with a fierce swing aiming down to his chest he attempted to land at least a hit on the man. But knowing this man himself it would never be that easy he had many questions but for now the fight must go on and at least a little blood must be spilled.

“We’ll talk after this..”

WC: 688

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