The man was willing to start first, that was good. There was something about fighting that people never seemed to realize. Yes, if you start first and the attack hits you're instantly at an advantage but if it doesn't then your enemy is at a much larger advantage as you're beginning to tire yourself out. The wonderful thing about Kai was just how good he was at making sure things didn't actually hit. Not like a ghost, nor like madara himself, it was more based around extreme flexibility and being very, very agile. Of course, he was also glad to feel superior as the man took his position with only one sword out to begin with. Wait, he was only using one sword? But, he had three... wait, who in god's name used three? You only have two hands... well, NORMAL people only have two hands.... Okay, this guy only had two hands. Chakra-caused bodily mutations were really weird. His thoughts were distracted when he realized that, whilst he was thinking, he had been attacked. The man was charging, but instead of waiting to be hit, he charged back, like a giant game of chicken. However, as the man went for a strike, he threw himself forwards and down, rolling under the blade in a forward roll finishing it by getting back to his feet on the other side of the man. He wasn't going to be able to fight like this, he was going to be completely overwhelmed without his weapon. Now he just had to summon his blade.
His hands flew into the signs of the ram, the bull and the snake before brown, sticky mud started spilling out of his hand like he'd grabbed a hand into the dirt. It was filthy, but if you looked carefully at his hand nothing had gotten on it. It wasn't dirty, it was as clean as if he'd just washed it for no apparent reason. However, none of it fell on the arena floor. It stretched and elongated, growing longer and longer, before reaching it's full-length. It was as long as a katana and was slowly sharpening, or as sharp as mud could actually get. Which, truth be told, was not a lot at all. Honestly, it still looked a little pathetic, like a child making a weapon out of a stick. People in the audience raised eyebrows, and a few chuckled, before something odd happened. It set on fire.
"Burn, baby, burn." Kai said, smiling with a cruel glint in his eye as the mud blade burnt with a heavy heat, not setting anything else alight but firing up the mud, that was actually just a very unrefined form of clay, as if it was a pottery oven. It took almost a minute before it eventually died down. What had once been mud was now thick, sharp, brutal terracotta, glinting under the unnatural light of the arena. Nobody in the entire stadium was laughing now. If anything, people in the audience looked impressed, it was rare that someone would fashion their own blade with ninjutsu. Now he could fight back with equal vigor, and would be able to fight on equal terms. After all, what good is a swordsman without his sword?
"I'm sorry, I guess this means it's my turn to attack." he said, before moving off in a sprint, his sword gripped in both hands, aiming for his opponent's free hand. If he could take that out of the running, he'd be able to stop him from using Santoryu.
Kenjutsu C->B: 2000/2000 -learned-
Katon C->B: 100/2000
- Chakra 110/120:
Name: Chikyū ude Kajiya (Earth Arms Smith)
Canon/Custom: Custom
Rank: D
Type: Supplementary
Element: Doton / Katon
Range: Self
Specialty: Nin/Ken
Duration: Until shattered
Cooldown: 2
Description: After weaving the signs of the ram, the bull and the snake, a long trail of mud slowly starts seeping out of his hand, growing elongated and pointed into the form of a sword. However, when it finishes forming, the entire thing sets alight, somehow not burning his hand. Within seconds the fire is out, but it has been fashioned into terracotta, a glinting dark brown material that's harder than normal clay. It can handle all attacks of the same rank, and one of the rank above before it shatters. The sword deals out surface cuts and draws blood, but can't either remove limbs or kill anyone.