“I can do it… it’s nothing… it’s just a spar.” Kenji stood in the middle of the battle plateau. “Worst case scenario… I’ll learn a lot.” Kenji reached in his pocket, “Hm, weird.” Kenji continued fishing through his pocket, then his other. “Where is my granola bar…” Kenji’s head slumped down as he remembered his long morning where he spent an excessive amount of time tending to his weapons, polishing the wood of his crossbow, and cleaning his two katanas. “I must’ve left it when I rushed out the house. This is not a good start.”

 Not even Kenji, a shinobi with supreme confidence could resist the anxiety of facing the former Raikage, a shinobi Kenji respected. On the blue haired sage’s hip was his Hane, and slung over his back was a 20 bolt quiver, and a crossbow, that was currently lying on the ground, but had a strap that would allow his to carry over his shoulder. On pouches on various spots on his person were basic projectiles such as kunai and shuriken. Then, of course, always equipped were his gloves of reflection. He took a deep breath, as he waited for the Legendary Sanin to arrive, where a clash of two game shinobi would test each other’s skill.

The blue hair shinobi’s eyes squinted as he saw a figure fast approaching “Is that...” “Kenji! Kenji!” It appeared to be one of the villagers. The man that ran towards Kenji was a man of average stature. His hair was short and spiky. His cheeks were burning red from his run. “I- heard- the- Lion- Sage- was doing battle- here at the Battle Plateau.” Met with a solemn expression and a nod, “It’s been so long since you’ve been seen in combat, you used to put on several shows before going off to train. There are a few more people coming to see you fight.” Grinning, welcoming the adoration, “They won’t regret it, it should be eventful.” The man began gasping even more, apparently in shock from the sage speaking to him. He shook his head in an attempt to get his bearings. “Who- who is the unlucky and doomed sheep that will be facing you?” The fan’s eyes were shimmering with happiness. Kenji gulped, and let the name “Midnight”, escape is lips in a whisper. “I’m sorry great Sage? Who is it?” Kenji exhaled, “I will be facing the former Raikage, and Sanin, Midnight.”

The man that stood in front of him feinted dramatically. The sage sighed and looked around, seeing if anyone was watching. Kenji knelt down, and slapped the young man in the face. “Hey. HEY! Are you okay man?” The guy said shivering, “Mid- Midnight.” The guy scurried to his feet and fled the Plateau, screaming at the top of his lungs, “MIDNIGHT IS FIGHTING AT THE BATTLE PLATEAU, KENJI; OUR BELOVED KENJI IS GOING TO DIE!” Steam might as well have been blasting from Kenji’s ears as he was infuriated by the guy’s quick change in position, and his declaration of the Sage’s death. His ego shattered, but he quickly gathered the pieces together. Without a doubt, Kenji’s exchange with Midnight was going to quickly turn into an event. 10, no 5 minutes top, the area for spectators at the battle plateau would be overflowing. The Legendary Sanin would probably hear a commotion through the village, and some jerk screaming his name, declaring his victory over the Kumogakure Jounin.

The two men had met briefly, during the bizarre events of the Namahage Festival. It was there that Kenji introduced himself to the Sanin. Through their meeting, Kenji was able to get the Sanin to agree with a light spar at the Battle Plateau. The battle keen sage couldn’t pass up the opportunity to obtain a battle with a Sanin, a former Kage. From Kenji’s position, he could feel a small rumble, causing a light vibration in the ground. “Alright, it’s time to get focused. Despite Midnight’s impressive resume and experience, he doesn’t know what I can do; I need to exercise that advantage to its full extent. I’ve never met another shinobi who could match my speed… something tells me though, Midnight could be that guy. If my cherished speed advantaged is nullified, then I’ll have to go to plan B.”

The game-plan was simple, it was safe to say that, based on his opponent’s accomplishments, he was a superior fighter; therefore, Kenji would most likely get one shot, one opening, and he would have to be ready, no, more than ready to pounce. “The moment will be gone in a blink of an eye, and if anyone’s got the juice to capitalize of such a short window, it’s me.” Kenji confidence was beginning to beam, back to his boastful and sure self. He was ready to strike Midnight, no-pun-intended.


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Warm rays of light shone in through the open window. A breeze of cold mountain air was rather constant in this environment, especially so through the vacuum created with Midnight’s propped open door. Midnight rolled over in his bed, uncaring about the temperature of his room. The animals outside were lively, birds chirped, people went about their daily lives, yet Midnight was napping the day away. Who could blame him? After that blast of a festival, who would dare mock him for resting a bit. Besides that, it wasn’t like he had any responsibilities. Well... he did, but that hardly mattered to him anymore. ... Hardly mattered? Midnight awoke with a start. What the hell kind of meta dream was that? Narration of his life? What the fuck? He shook his head to clear his mind. After such a crazy spiritual festival, it was probably just some lingering craziness still stuck in his head. Shenlong was resting on his nightstand in butterfly form. He turned his head and looked out the window. It looked to be later in the day. Perhaps it was time to actually get up and go forth into the world yet again.

Midnight sighed and closed his eyes. Maybe later, he thought before turning away from the open window and attempting to sleep again. Then came the noises. Boisterous sounds that came roaring from outside. There seemed to be a bit of an uproar going on in the village. What on Earth could be be so noisy for? Irked now, his eyes shot open. He rolled off the bed and turned his body before the landing so that he landed on his feet. Walking to his window, he rubbed the sleepiness out of his eyes. If he was going to be woken up in such a disgraceful manner he might as well carry out his anger and actually stay up. Approaching the windowsill he yawned as he leaned on it to see what was going on. There seemed to be plenty of yelling going on, but nothing concrete about the position of the noises. It seemed it was coming from somewhere a bit further off than just his building’s complex.

Midnight began stretching his arms out, closing his eyes to focus on feeling the muscles being flexed as to not pull any as well as to better listen to what was being said by the other villagers. Something about a fight... Kenji... former Raikage... ... Wait, what? Dropping his arms to his sides he used his left hand to push his hair back and cup his ear. They were talking about him. Rude. Wait, no, wrong assumption. Apparently he was supposed to be fighting someone named Kenji? Hm... the name sounded familiar. Pulling himself back from the windowsill he turned around and sat on it, pondering. Shenlong, aware that Midnight had awoken was fluttering around the room now in its own way of stretching, perhaps. “Wux hofiba. Wux ocuira jacion sva wer Namahage Festival,” the butterfly told him directly. How pathetic; being lectured by a butterfly. “Harkt, harkt,” Midnight retorted. “Well I guess we shall go, then,” he explained. Their resting period had apparently just ended.

Midnight considered sighing again, but it was a pointless effort and he instead opted to get ready for the fight. He trudged over to belongings and began to strap everything to him. Trudged? Where had his enthusiasm gone? He was going to be in a fight. A fight! Finally, some excitement around here! Sure, it was just a spar. Sure, he had just gotten back from fighting at the festival as well, but a fight was a fight. If Midnight was going to be proving his worth, then he was going to damn well enjoy it. Feeling more pumped up now, he whipped around donning his now equipped outfit. He wore his eyepatch as usual, but since he would be in battle soon enough, it was black with a lightly glowing greater than symbol on it. He kept on his person his katana, crossbow, dagger and quiver, of course. As he didn’t expect a huge amount of toughness out of the battle he essentially brought everything but Uchiha Madara’s armor. Wearing that was only for special occasions. Should he come in wearing his other armor or should he gauge the situation first, though? His opponent was mostly unknown to him, so it would be a mistake to be unprepared, but socially it would be best if he came as himself. That decided it. Shenlong would only make itself known if absolutely necessary and he would only use his armor if it was needed. Nodding at Shenlong, he ran from his position by the dresser and dived out of his window. And down he fell. This time, though, he wasn’t going to be traveling by dragon.

Midnight caught a sole branch that was growing off the side of the mountain he lived on. Using his dexterity he swung himself towards the mountain. Catching his shoes on the rocks, he let go of the branch and pumped his legs, jumping off of the mountainside towards a nearby bridge. Shenlong fluttered with speed and was easily able to keep up with him, flying directly to the bridge without waiting for Midnight. Midnight braced for landing and rolled just as he would have solidly struck the reinforced wooden bridge, dissipating most of the force of his landing into momentum. From there, he jumped again, making his way in a similar manner to the Battle Plateau, where his fight was meant to be.

Upon arriving on the plateau, Midnight noticed that there was already quite a crowd that had gathered there. Interesting. Hopefully they wouldn’t be in the way or get hurt or anything. The crowd parted at his arrival, allowing him to get to his opponent for the evening. He smiled and waved at everyone, happy that they were happy. He tried to dismiss the comments that spoke of him winning easily, but swaying the public was never really his strong point. “Now, now, I’m not just some ultimately powerful being,“ he started in an attempt to sway them, “I’m also a ninja,” he concluded, making a joke he hoped they would appreciate. Shenlong fluttered nearby, but made no direct path to stay very close to him. Midnight walked to be within talking distance of his opponent. “Good day to you, Kenji. I hope the other villagers weren’t making you angry or anything. I would actually feel more comfortable if they left the area, in case things get out of hand, don’t you think?” Midnight explained to the man, hoping that he would concur. While it would normally be fine if they watched, Midnight didn’t want the off chance of one of either of their attacks to go astray and hurt someone. That would just be unpleasant for everyone. He looked his opponent over from head to toe while waiting for a reply.

His enemy would be a strong one. Obviously he was confident in himself in that he could at least put up a fight with Midnight, as he was the one that challenged him. Blue hair; How cute. Midnight was fond of the color. For this man the color was natural, too. How lucky. On his back looked to be a quiver not unlike Midnight’s. Long range. The man seemed to be wearing gloves. They could be of importance, but Midnight didn’t know it other than it was rather reflective. On the man’s hip was what appeared to be a bladed weapon kept in a sheath. Midnight looked at it carefully. He guessed the length to be at least three feet. At that length it was likely to be an odachi if it weren’t for the hilt’s length. It was strangely long for a katana. This would mean an advantage of length if it were to come to that. His crotch. Midnight didn’t stare, he merely lingered for but a moment before dismissing the thought. A crossbow was lying on the ground. Since his opponent would be using bolts, Midnight figured he might as well do the same, tapping the quiver on his side and whispering the word ‘bolts’ to make five bolts manifest within his own quiver. His eye rose to match his opponent’s, but ascended further to the sky above. Impatient as he was, Midnight decided to do some cloud gazing before the match. Hopefully this wouldn’t be how he would be primarily spending his time for the duration of the battle, but only time would tell.

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Time ticked on, feeling to drag on slower than usual. He waited patiently, "Maybe he forgot." Kenji thought to himself. Kenji looked at the area, as it slowly filled with people marching in from the village. Kenji was flattered, but upset at the same time since most if not all were here to see the former Raikage. The shinobi let the futile thoughts trail away as he tapped his foot. Through the wave of people, a figure emerged walking casually between the spectators. "That's him..." The Sannin wore an eyepatch, and of course had on him his fighting gear. Midnight approached Kenji. He appeared to be prepping words before their battle ensued. “Good day to you, Kenji. I hope the other villagers weren’t making you angry or anything. I would actually feel more comfortable if they left the area, in case things get out of hand, don’t you think?”

Kenji gave a nod. He picked up his crossbow, slinging it across his shoulder, and began to back pedal a few meters and preceded to raise his hands to the clouds. "Everyone, this is not and was never intended to be an event nor spectacle. This is, a clash and... a serious training session between two professionals. I apologize for your journey, but I implore you all to leave, your safety can not be guaranteed during our spar." Kenji said with a booming voice, with his chest puffed out. He observed on to see that only a fraction had followed his commands. His brow furrowed, "Midnight is in agreement with me." The entire area emptied in a matter of minutes, the exit of the people were followed with mumbles and groans, but at least it wouldn't be followed with possible burns and severed limbs.

While the people left Kenji stood quietely, from about 10 meters from his opponent. As the final person left the Battle Plateau, Kenji gave Midnight a last look over. "Finally, sorry about the delay, didn't expect for such a... frenzy." He smiled as he began to tug on his gloves of reflection, tightening them around his hands. if Midnight's glare fell on the reflective surface of the gloves, he would be quietly snared in Kenji's Genjutsu. "Are you ready Midnight?" Kenji inquired, as he was still pulling on his gloves, holding them close to his face. It was a rhetorical question and didn't expect a response, nor did he have any intention on waiting on one, as was obvious by him already attempting to lure Midnight into an illusion.

If the Genjutsu was a success Kenji would, soon after his question whether Midnight answered or not, vanish. Midnight would see the figure that was Kenji's flicker away, rendering Kenji's true physical form via normal visual means, undetectable. The Genjutsu Specialist would then, after seemingly vanishing, cast his reflection behind Midnight, while simultaneoulsy using his Phantom Zone illusion. This supplementary technique would create a shoving sensation around Midnight's shoulder, inticing him to turn around. If he did, he would see Kenji (Kenji's "reflection"). Kenji assumed if Midnight turned and saw "Kenji", likely he would arrive to the assumption that the figure he saw behind him was the one who caused the shove. Their was one flaw in this logic, and that was, if Kenji was indeed fast enough to appear behind Midnight without his noticing, then why simply shove him? If one possessed that level of speed, they would surely go for a finishing blow. The only reasoning would be that the person is extremely arrogant, and was confident that they could gain such advantageous position at any time throughout the fight.

If Midnight did turn around in response to the shoving sensation and saw what would appear to be Kenji, he would cause the reflection to vanish once more, and cast it in his original position. And in that moment Kenji would dash for the distracted and likely perplexed Midnight at full speed (S rank), after travelling to a distance of 3 meters from Midnight in a fraction of a second he would swiftly make 4 hand seals... and that would be it. A tree would coil around the Sannin and Kenji would have ample time to travel the remaining distance and place his Hane against his immobilized opponent.

This was Kenji's opening, it was sneaky, should anything less be expected from a Genjutsu specialist. Kenji would normally rely on defence and bukitjutsu early in matches, to save chakra and to keep his strength hidden. But against a Sannin there would be no time for such. Kenji could only hope his execution was flawless.

Despite the series of moves, they would all be executed with expert timing of that of a Jounin and Genjutsu specialist. If Midnight's eyes didn't fall on his gloves, Kenji would only use phantom zone, causing a pushing sensation in his back, and during the disctraction Kenji would launch a pair of shuriken at the Sannin, both aiming for the lower body (thigh). The low trajectory of the projectiles would make them slightly more difficult to react to than if they were thrown higher, and given Midnight's likely distraction, it would give Kenji a much higher probability of connecting.

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As Kenji explained to the onlookers the situation, he was happy that they were complying with what was asked of them. Though to be fair, only a fool would ignore the both of them and decide to stick around during the fight. Wait a second-- in places like this, training grounds like the Battle Plateau, there tended to be people that still stuck around to watch the fight, uncaring of the risk, usually foolhardy children . Midnight whipped around to watch the end of the crowd leave. This was a plateau, but that didn’t stop some people from sticking around carefully to watch. Midnight furrowed his brow. The chakra contained in his ring flowed out into him, down his arm, up his neck and to his covered eye. There, it activated his hidden Byakugan. He looked to the edge of the plateau where everyone had left using his enhanced vision to see through the rock. There, lay three children, waiting to hear fighting before poking their heads over, still arguing about staying or not. Midnight glared, though they couldn’t see him. He cleared his throat and began to speak. “I know you're still there, three foolish children,” he spoke in a knowing voice. Then more sternly he said aloud, "Leave. Now." He watched them scurry off, terrified of what would happen if they lingered for any longer. With that finished, it only left the two of them, Shenlong resting on the ground nearby the edge of the plateau. Midnight shifted his enhanced gaze to where Kenji stood without having to turn his body nor his head. Kenji was giving Midnight one last look over.

"Finally, sorry about the delay, didn't expect for such a... frenzy."

He smiled. Good, if he wasn’t having fun, then Midnight wouldn’t be having fun. Midnight turned around to look at Kenji with both eyes unimpeded. He was adjusting his gloves. Those excessively flashy gloves that reflected the daytime light. Midnight was a rather ostentatious himself, but not quite in that way. In fact, Midnight decided to show that he could be flashy too. Smirking as his opponent disappeared from sight with his regular eye-- odd, but not overly concerning-- Midnight sent a small amount of chakra to the pendant that hung from his neck. "Are you ready Midnight?" The pendant activated and shot out a black substance from all sides of it, wrapping around Midnight’s body. From there, the substance expanded completely over his body, making him appear to be a black figure. The substance rippled and hardened into his typical Ladon armor, spikes appearing at his shoulders, black steel-like leg armour created over his legs as well as a skull with horns appearing over his waist and genital area. The entire process took only a couple seconds, allowing Midnight to react to his opponent’s apparent disappearance.

Midnight could see the chakra system of his opponent had not moved, but physically he appeared to have vanished from thin air, as seen by his normal eye. Almost immediately after, Midnight felt a push from behind him. An attack from behind? This didn’t make sense. Midnight knew that he was faster than Kenji, unparalleled  in speed by nearly all. His reaction time was similar, forbidding such a quick movement by Kenji to get behind him. Midnight quickly looked with his Byakugan to see behind him; nothing. His eye returned to Kenji’s chakra system, seeing that it was quite active despite not moving much. It seemed that much of his chakra was being focused on his gloves. Midnight didn’t need to think for very long to figure out that it was likely genjutsu, a skill that Midnight had never decided to pick up on, that was affecting his senses. Flashy gloves for a reason, I see. Well, he could probably destroy this illusion.. but why bother when he could just see right through it? It probably wasted his opponent’s chakra anyway. Ignoring the feeling that shoved him from behind, Midnight pulled up his crossbow with one hand, tapped his quiver saying ‘bolts’ with the other, and in the same movement, he grabbed a bolt and placed it into the notch in the crossbow. He quickly brought his arm up and pointed the crossbow at the chakra system that was Kenji’s. He sent a surge of chakra through his ring to the crossbow and then the bolt, imbuing a sealing technique on it. The crossbow was aimed at Kenji’s right thigh when Midnight pulled the trigger. Midnight would’ve normally aimed at a more fatal area, but this was a spar. He still considered it to be a practice fight rather than a fight to the death. Should his opponent make it known that he intends to be more lethal, then Midnight would gladly ante up. The bolt was launched at 110 meters per second, so at the distance they were at, it would very likely hit him on the mark Midnight aimed at. Unless Kenji had S rank armor as well, the bolt would pierce eight inches into flesh and embed itself into the muscle and bone. However, that was only his first move.

Midnight jumped back as quickly as he could, throwing ten daggers at Kenji with his free hand. Five were aimed at his chest while the others were aimed at areas that Kenji would attempt to move to to escape towards. The targeted areas were thrown at alternately so that the small difference of time between them would forbid Kenji’s escape from moving very far, Midnight’s own increased reaction time allowing him to make changes to his throw should Kenji try to move. Midnight however, quickly got away from the seal, stopping at about thirty meters away. While this movement appeared to be an attempt to get away from the seal, it was mostly just an attempt to get distance between them so that Midnight could use his crossbow and daggers more often.

Since the bolt was aimed slightly downward, regardless of whether or not it hit, it would hit very near to Kenji. Wherever it did land, A seal would be transferred and immediately activated. A positively charged lightning bolt would be discharged into the sky, through the body if it had hit Kenji. The initial lightning bolt would cause extreme pain to areas touching metal as well as extreme disorientation. The bolt would reach the sky and there, charge the atmosphere. A sprite halo would appear; a reddish pancake-shaped region of weak, transient optical emissions approximately 50 meters across and 10 meters thick before changing into a sprite after a single millisecond. The sky would appear to have reddish-orange clouds with bluish tendrils hanging from them. While this was going on, many balls of ionization would make their way downward in a fifty meter radius from the seal at sixty miles per hour. There were many of them, and Midnight himself would need to dodge them if he didn’t want to be hurt by its effects. However, Midnight’s armor was strong enough to nullify the effects of the balls of ionization, so he made no attempts to dodge them. A few milliseconds later a separate set of balls of ionization would begin moving up from the ground in an attempt to create equilibrium in the area to offset the power of the initial positive charge. Really, there was no way that every single ball of ionization could be dodged without leaving the area entirely, which would require two B ranks or one A rank to break the invisible barrier. Each ball of ionization would cause immense pain and second degree burns, as well as a huge fluctuation of energy in the body that would make a weaker person immediately pass out. Being ninja though, it would take ten balls passing through a person to guarantee a knockout. Nevertheless, the balls of ionization had an exponential effect. Being hit by a single ball would give a ten percent chance of being knocked out, a second time would be at twenty, and so and and so forth.

Midnight continued to smile as the invisible barrier was erected and balls of energy began flowing up and down all around. Two appeared below him and were dispersed the moment that they touched his armor. He cranked his crossbow back so that it was ready to launch again and closely watched his opponent from afar with his Byakugan. Shenlong fluttered away and began to make its way around the plateau and fuuinjutsu to be nearer to where Kenji was. Midnight wondered what his opponent would do next considering his current position.

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Right as Kenji would appear to vanish from Midnight's sight, the Sannin put on quite a display himself, a display he's seen once before. His transformation into something from a medieval jousting match, well... not quite, but Kenji found that would be the best way to describe the change. It was clear that the suit he wore now was for defensive purposes, an impressive suit of armor, it had to be. Kenji was getting a bit fed up with all his opponent's wearing such formidable defensive equipment. His last opponent was dressed head to toe in black armor that gave Kenji little to no physical offensive options.

However, despite the imposing set of mythical attire, what Kenji found more unsettling... no, more discouraging was that his opponent appeared to be unphased by the illusion. Even when Kenji followed up his disappearing act with the phantom push, his opponent, the Sannin, seemed unflustered, as if... he could see right through it. "Impossible... well, I did know a guy when I was a kid that had a sharingan, and he could see through illusions, but... I don't see the trademark symbol in this man's eye. Does he have an ability similar to mine... that makes him impervious to Genjutsu?! The event was enough to cause the blue hair shinobi's mind to spin, as his strongest weapon would appear to be nullified for the duration of the spar, but he quickly snapped out of it, as his opponent began loading his crossbow.

Kenji obviously didn't proceed with his next move, seeing as he wasn't as invisible as he thought. Not only could Midnight apparently counter his Genjutsu with ease, but he could see him. As Midnight loaded the crossbow, Kenji was already beginning to move, after the obvious fail of his Genjutsu he was already eager to get change location. The Sannin's movements were quick and precise, he aimed his crossbow quickly, in the time it took him to aim though, Kenji had time to begin his exit. As he darted 10 meters to his right, just as his sprung away, the bolt clipped the outside of his left thigh. Even with my headstart, it still nicked me, his crossbow can fire bolts at incredible speeds, I have to be careful."

The failure of his Genjutsu and the fact that Midnight could see him was all the insight the Jounin needed to change local. As he got of the way of the bolt, barely, if hadn't been for his head start, any evasive moves would have proven futile. But Kenji was too smart to stand in front of an opponent right after his opening move failed, the alarm set off in his mind loud and clear that he would have to do some adjusting, and he could only do that at a distance for the time being.

So he escaped, but the Sannin was prepared. After Kenji evaded the lightning fast bolt he was bombarded by a series of daggers, aimed at his chest, instictually Kenji leaped out of the way, once again his opponent was prepared. Just as he leapt there was another dagger flying to intercept the blue hair ninja from escaping. Kenji quickly drew his Hane and smacked the dagger away. The shinobi landed in a roll and continued his move backwards, and he saw that Midnight was doing the same. "He wants a long range fight..." Kenji was unsure what his next play would be, but as things unfolded, it became more obvious, and his play would be: Get The F*** Out The Way! Kenji deactivated his Ultimate Deception and Phantom Zone.

The bolt that had barely broke Kenji's skin, had placed a seal on him. A bolt of lightning burst from his leg, causing mild pain. An extravagant visual display took place in the heavens. What was the most troubling of the jutsu Midnight had casted was the excessive amount of threatening orbs that hovered around. As the bizarre objects clouded the area, Kenji saw no other way to combat this mysterious offense than with his Cocoon of the Steel Spirit. Without a moment's thought, Kenji began rotating rapidly while holding his Hane. He simultaneously spewed wind chakra from the katana's blade, having it wrap around him in a strong defensive cocoon, hopefully it would be sufficient as to protect him, as the extent to what the Sannin's jutsu could do was a complete mystery to him, the mechanism too. Kenji was bewildered as to how Midnight even initiated the technique. "He's full of tricks isn't he" He thought as he spun for his life. The Sennin was beginning to feel a bit woozy, he didn't know if it was from the spinning or something else.

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The descending strike bounced off his sphere of wind chakra that surround him. Just after the Sennin's jutsu was nulled, Kenji was quickly surround by three masked shinobi. "Kenji sir! You're needed right away. We'll explain as we move." Kenji brow furrowed with confusion. He shot a glance at his opponent who he was just locked in furious combat with. His face relaxed and he stood up straight. "Well then, Midnight, this match will have to resumed some other time. I trust you understand."

With that Kenji and the other shinobi exited the area.

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