Located at the site of one of Konoha’s newly minted railway depots, this arena takes place atop the hustle and bustle of moving train cars. Tunnels on all sides of the arena allow trains to pass to and fro through the arena at high speeds, with each train only remaining within the battleground for a single posting round before making it necessary to jump to a new train. Chakra barrier configurations prevent contestants from leaving or entering the tunnels designed for the locomotives, and in this arena, touching the ground means disqualification.

Yaru arrived with her carriage from the Hebi branch to the next arena in question. While her opponents must have received a proper break between their last fight, due to Yaru’s no-show she basically spent only a few hours on break but had not spent any energy since her fight with the cat. Yaru would be quickly informed by the proctor about the specific rules of this arena and how to handle it. Meeting the ground would be a no-go or simply said means for disqualification and most of the combat would have to take on top of the trains that will enter and leave the battlefield through the tunnels at either side of the field. Yaru would require to remain on movement during this and try to stay on top of the trains while avoiding to fall off them. She appreciated the fact that this arena was not like the grass or forest one where a lot of hide and seek would be happening. She had to admit that she specifically detested this kind of arena as she was more of a rash, straight forward type that tries to measure muscle with muscle over sneaky tactics. She had to admit that it might be a shortcoming in regards to what was expected of a shinobi, but Yaru was young. Technically younger than anyone else in this exam. Her body had been removed from her growth stasis cell only four years ago. While her genetically handmade construct had been accelerated to have the genetic complexity of an eighteen-year-old, she had only about four to five years to understand what the world was all about. Her persona had already undergone many transformations. From a little crybaby that would whimper at the simplest injury, to the arrogant and self-centered Orochi and now the seemingly reborn characteristic of a hopefully decent human being.

Yaru would enter the arena and was instructed to jump on the nearest intro train that would obviously speed its way towards the center of the arena. Her opponent, an Aburame. Could already be seen from afar. Though his appearance was first only a dot in the distance, it would quickly become more precise as he too seemed to have been put on his own intro-train that would send him in Yaru’s direction towards the center of the arena. Yaru would inhale, she had no clue what an Aburame was, she was specifically way more uneducated than most leaf shinobi and her few months at the Academy had not really left the impression on her that it should have. She still had undergone the training of basics and was rather aware that staying on top of such rapid moving vehicles was something that balance alone couldn’t put up with. So, she quickly formed a single seal to concentrate properly and send chakra to her feet. Whenever she would concentrate on her soles it’d magnetically pull her down to the trains surface and allow her to stick on top of it despite the rattling motions of the mechanic monster beneath her and the speedy wind flow that came along with this kind of uncontrolled transport. It seemed like both trains, the one that had Yaru incoming and the one the Aburame was riding on would primarily lead to a freshly spawned central train that both had to hop on towards in order to not smash against the barrier as their respective intro-trains would only drive off into the distance and away from the battlefield with no specific other trains to avoid on about. Yaru casually jumped on the middle train and if her opponent would follow suit, she would slowly move toward him.

Giving away a casual bow as a simple form of respect, Yaru would proceed to get into her primary hand-to-hand combat offensive stance. Her curves would jiggle at the very least bit of movement and her body was tightly strapped into the confining silky covers of her comfortable battle costume. She couldn’t help but let a large smirk roam over her lips as she could see that her opponent was both, male and seemingly receiving Yaru’s natural goodness in terms of looks in a rather positive way. However, she had to make sure that he knew that the snake Misses got claws too. Her offensive stance mostly composed of her slowly leaning a bit into her knees for stronger balance despite the active supernatural walking support. Her palms lifted and directed as closed fists towards her opponent. In a way she made clear that she was not going to form any hand seals any time soon. Sort of inviting or challenging the Aburame to what seemed but a common fist fight for starters. Once he’d show signs of being prepared as well, Yaru would charge forward with perfectly well met reflexes and speed in balance to aim a fist towards Jobu’s chest. She would of course not expect it to hit, but surprises could always be well received. Anyhow, her reaction was ready to receive his counter as well.

Chakra 245 / 250:

850

Yaru glared idly at her opponent whom seemed to be more fascinated by their motion and the body language involved into their combat than actually doing much harm. Yaru would certainly smile as it seemed that for once she had an opponent that her charms would actually work on. The cat in the primary rounds didn’t seem to have much taste for humans and left Yaru a little out of context. Not many Kunoichi still practice the arts of seduction these days. It was mostly frowned upon by the newer generations. But Yaru had little understanding for society standards. Her teachers were far from the conventional types, most of the ruling kind were obviously rather simple perverts, a feat that could be gradually exploited by the kin of the snake charmer. Him being cute in his own way just added to the simplicity of the situation. Yaru was yet far from being an angel. He tried to sweep her off her standing which would have proven rather difficult given the supernatural connection of her feet to the ground. But since she was not going to take the hit to her poor calves she quickly jumped away and out of his seemingly joy ridden embrace. Once she followed her opponent onto the next train, she would make sure to give him little time to adjust to the new surface and go right back into offense. Multiple blows would be quickly exchanged and fists would meet open palms to be held and defended against. Making sure he would be pushed to be on the defense while Yaru’s motion cleanly showed a tiny advantage in both, speed and dexterity. While Jobu’s cue to perceive the little details in her trickery was cleaner than her own when she reacted to his own return moves.

It was important to get a feeling of each other’s skills. The question was if the tiny differences in perception, speed and reaction would actually matter much. But supposedly even tiny difference could under circumstances play for or against the snake lady in terms of split-second decisions and motions. For now, it seemed that whenever she hit his chest, smacked an elbow or could bruise one of his thighs when she forced him to defend, it would not take long until the snake lady would suffer a seemingly equal return move. But this sort of warm up was a sweet way to get the juices flowing. Adrenaline would start to snake its way up her spine and spread through her system. Neither seemed able to push the other off the train despite a rather extending time of pushing motions back and forth, not rarely finding oneself closer to the edge of the train than one could hope for. Yaru was mostly busy trying to figure out what her opponent was about, aside from trying to keep her defense up and her fist and legs in motion to equally not neglect her offense. Sweat droplets would form on either opponents’ foreheads as the continuous motions was literally heating them up.

Judging from his basic appearance Yaru could tell he probably had a few more offensive tools up is sleeve then herself. Yet he didn’t use any of them as of now. Yaru’s own garments left little to hide, she had a lot of misc. tools fixed in pouches on her belt but aside from the leash next to it there wasn’t much of a weapon to be found on her. While Jobu proudly displayed his rather odd-looking companion by his very side it didn’t jump to offense at all yet. Most likely it was not much different from Mayu, whom was idly shaking in Yaru’s cleavage as usual. The young snake trying to take a nap was more than used to such turbulent movements and didn’t even recognize of yet that a fight had begun. Aside from Yaru’s potential lack in potent gear, she also was pretty sure to have seen tiny little buggy creatures run along Jobu’s feet. But Yaru had never heard of bug users, the term Aburame was as alien to her as most clan names. Little disadvantages she could tell that were mostly product or result of her rather weird and short youth. Education was lacking in this young snake lady and it could cost her the decisive win in this battle. Eventually her thoughts distracted her too much and Yaru failed to avoid a fist incoming from Jobu. However, her arm slightly brushed it, redirecting it and hitting the snake lady right in the boob, to the rather large discomfort of the young snake pet that was basically hiding somewhere behind it. While Jobu was obviously taken off guard by this combat malfunction he would in return cash-in a smack to his cheek by Yaru’s flat hand.

The combat seemed to cease for a moment and Miss snake was playing the innocent card to properly let her opponent wallow in shame for his obvious misdeed. Eventually she just giggled and jumped off in a somersault to the side as the next train was coming by. Jobu would soon have to follow. But it seemed that their hand-to-hand combat, be it with or without unintended molestations, would not really lead other of them much further. The workout had yet physically brought both contestants to a very ready-for-more kind of mental layout. So Yaru would once again move into a defensive stance, but obviously not with high up fists, but palms ready to form a certain number of hand seals. How did a bug ninjutsu look like? The young snake lady had no clue, but she wanted to see it and wanted to know how her own defense would work against it. Or not. Her feet tightly glued to the next train’s surface, whatever would be coming better didn’t know her off the train just yet. It would be awfully boring to finish this match in such short notice, especially since she didn’t have the chance to practice combat last round with her no-show opponent.

Chakra 245 / 250:

1000 / 1850

Orochiyaru would find herself not alone in the arts of forming ninjutsu, she had expected as much, the hand seal she had formed was but a simple concentration of chakra upon the use of Yaru’s probably most basic Orochi technique. More skilled shinobi in her clan were even able to activate without the need of hand seals at all. But Yaru was still green behind her ears in pretty much every topic, including actual combat and the split seconds that would sometimes decide over life and death. She could see the projectiles incoming for her and was certain that she’d be able to dodge them rather easily once her technique was activated. With the soft physique, Yaru’s limbs could move like pudding in ways that would bend the body in ways that escaped human limits. As the projectiles were inbound for her, Yaru simply bended her straight frame a tad aside to her right, basically forming and incomplete C-shape in order to let the attack pass by her. Whilst it certainly did send the flare past her to explode somewhere behind her, the nasty bugger attack seemed to however find its way to adjust its path. Yaru had never fought bugs and just expected the spear to by another projectile paired with the first one. The bugs would cling against her, sticking to every inch of her curves and biting into her fabrics and flesh. Leaving the bendable snake lady to blush and moan from the sudden attention to her skin.

She however did not appreciate at all that those little creepy monsters were crawling up on her. Even whilst the bugs were still clinging to her, Yaru would suddenly and without warning make use of her soft physique technique. Stretching her right arm to move at the incredible speed of 25 m/s towards Jobu. Aiming to hit the unprepared guy right in the guts as punishment for his pervy misdeeds once again. Should it hit him it’ll surely hurt and cause proper soreness, probably pushing him further back despite the use of the supernatural walking technique. Yaru would find her arm returned to her and brush off the dying bugs on her. Despite the tingling feeling they left behind she could only notice that they surged away some of her chakra. Which was still a pretty nasty feeling. In all her grace of her snakey body she’d proceed to slither-jump off to the next train where she once again would form hand seals. Smashing her palm to the top of the train it’d send the chakra below it, quickly mud would be surged from below the train and sucked up towards Yaru’s palms despite the train’s movement. It probably delayed the techniques execution though. Orochi had summoned herself three wolves. They were mean looking and growling at their opponent. However due to the delay of their casting Jobu would probably have enough time to prepare his counter before either of the wolves would even get close to him yet. Still they would start charging in his direction. Their natural aim as always, bite into their target and hold it down.


500 / 2350

Chakra 200 / 250:

Yaru watched the collision of her wolves with a nasty thick swarm of bugs and growled a bit to herself on their wasted potential. By the time the could rise, if they even had the chance to, the train would probably already be gone. Yaru watched how another projectile made it's way past the swarm and right towards her. In a reactive move she just bent herself sideways once again, avoiding the projectile but certainly lacking the perception to notice the hitchhiker jumping off on it and onto Yaru's back. It would crawl about Yaru's butt to stay hidden from her facial features. But it's presence did not go unnoticed however. Yaru quickly formed a short series of hand seals, in order to create a handicap for her opponent, Yaru timed her next motion well, jumping off to the next train as she would unleash the doton chakra and send it to the small passage between the passing trains. Raising a 25 large wall at the very spot where Jobu would have to cross through in order to follow his opponent.

Whilst this motion was in no way meant to fully block him from coming, it'd give Yaru enough time to prepare her next move. She started to form a series of hand seals quickly. Keeping an eye on how well Jobu would manage to pass through the blockade she had cast. Meanwhile the tiny little snake that had been idly napping in Yaru's cleavage would slowly slither from her bust down her hip to find the unwanted trespasser on Yaru's body. The tiny snek would hiss at the little bug and try to chase after it over her booty.

In time the first set of hand seals would find it's end. Yaru dropped a smoke bomb from her pockets to add to the visual hiding of her next move. The smoke wouldn't last long considering the wind flow on top of the trains. Yaru would take the drop to activate the final seal and suddenly her own skin would open like a zipper on her behind. Yaru's snake body slithering out of her former shell, leaving her pet snake and the trespasser within the cloud of smoke, distracted, to fight for dominance over this turf called fake-Yaru. Giving the snake lady the time to complete her series of seals to cast the silhouette technique and hide herself in her fakes shadow, finish up to craft a reflection clone and finally attach some chakra strings to her fake self to move it while she herself would linger in it's shadow.

Yaru wouldn't move at first. The distance that Jobu would have to her due to his delayed arrival would work in her advantage to keep her ruse unseen. The bug would most likely soon triumph in it's battle for superiority but by that time, Yaru was already hidden in the shadows. A very durable remaining former skin of herself in her chakra strings and a neither weak clone of herself to her left. Time consuming it was, the combination set of three Yaru's one hidden in the shadow of the other, would eventually start their frontal charge towards their enemy. Giving him time to think of a new way of offense towards what was incoming for him.

It was a complex combination of techniques, Yaru had to admit it took all the time that she could buy from her earlier diversion and their distance was surely a bonus to her being able to complete the sequence, but while the creation of clone and corpse were taxing, to make the shadow technique and the chakra strings was rather simple and quick. Still, she knew Jobu would have been given time to think of his next move as well. Leaving Yaru in the position that she'd have to overcome his next attack in order to get close with her new combination of techniques.

650 / 3000

Chakra 130 / 250:

Yaru watched the double dipped Jobu combo blasting their way through the earth wall. The distraction seemed to have had its proper effects and even whilst the poor little pet snake of hers had utterly lost to its competing bug partner it seemed to not be of great importance as the little bugster celebrated its victory and buzzed off into the distance… towards the earth wall… Why would he go there and not towards the Master on stage? Yaru was getting suspicious and yet pushed her offense. The clones would soon clash. Palms hitting against each other. While the reflection clone was doing quite well, Yaru had to admit that puppeteering the corpse was quite hard without deeper specialization in such arts. She managed to pull the strings enough to send a few major blows to the Jobu before her, but something continuously felt not quite alright. The Jobu fighting her was dealing many blows to the corpse and would eventually start to get suspicious over how unnaturally durable it was. The jabs were being thrown at each other but nothing seemed to progress much. Yaru expected more. She had this corpse all set up to tank a lot of incoming damage but they just seemed to be testing her. Yaru’s eye once again would catch a short glimpse of the disappearing little pet as it buzzed off towards the earth wall. Could it be? Yaru stepped aside and made sure to step in surprise from the corpse shadow, smashing her snake whip towards the two bugsters.

With combined effort of the slashing whip and the clones punches the bug clones would scatter in their formation. Yaru cursed, she had been led astray by this sneaky little bastard. Quickly she started to run towards the end of the train, while the swarming bugs of the clones were starting to surround and gnaw at Yaru’s own spawn. Most likely they would keep fighting each other until they crashed into the wall to their ultimate doom. Yaru had severed the chakra strings. Used her whip to fetch the half dead little pet snake and tug him back to store the poor boy in her cleavage again.

The next train had not arrived yet, Jobu was probably not expecting her so soon. As he peeked through his man made hole in the wall to see how his clones were doing, he would see a very bendable and stretchable arm suddenly grab hold of his clothes. A second one followed. Jobu’s body would be immediately pressured to the earth wall as Yaru completely misused him as person to tug the rest of her body towards her grip. It would pass barely a second and Yaru’s full body impacted on Jobu frontally. Her speed crashing through the already broken and frail wall. The impact pushing on bug masters body hard enough for him to loose grip. The next train wasn’t any close yet for him to seek refuge. The earth wall was crumbling. Yaru’s arms and belly coiled around him as she squeezed her every curve towards his torso.

The snake had gotten its prey at last. Floating in mid-air she would lift her palm and extend her claws. Her mouth would open and sharp snake teeth would shine the reflection of sunlight on them. The hungry maw was ready for feasting or biting. But before the snake could dig its teeth into her victim. Gravity had ultimately tugged the both of them to her ground. Yaru didn’t seem to care. Her advance would go forth. She ached, her body had hit the ground after quite the fall. But her limbs and curves still had her victim in its clutches. The head would jump forth to bite the boys neck. But even the second try would be halted. The horn of the match ending would echo into the arena. Proctors would move in from multiples sides. The trains would slow down or stop moving. Closely they would spy upon the entangled position of the busty lady squeezing the young bug master in her clutches. Eventually figuring that by the position they were in, she had hit the ground first. Yaru would glare at Jobu as her limbs slowly uncoiled from his body. Hissing a snake tongue at him. The scary act of the charmer potentially eating her prey was immediately turned into a nothing more than Yaru giggling at him. Rubbing a finger up his chin as she lashed a lick with her tongue over his cheek.

“Hmmm too bad, I bet you’d have enjoyed that part, darling.”


750 / 3750

Chakra 115/250: