Dance with the Black Knight [Solo]

A lone man stood in the middle of the training grounds in the middle of the night, gazing towards the closed end away from the exit of the arena. Small mumbles were audible from the exit, where a certain blonde found this odd figure. Interestingly enough, he hoped to get into a spar, but a real fight was likely to commence from this. Being alone in the arena was suspicious, and muttering helped that no more. Hopefully it's just to calm the man down from whatever trance he seemed to be in. Then again, this was based on mere observation, but his eyes were trained to read through people and their actions with no struggle.

Careful to not make a scene, Hibiya walked in with little weight pressed against the ground, his heel hitting the ground first as if testing for a trap before the sole went down with it. These steps were silent, they should have been enough to sneak without being caught. I'll try to apprehend him before he can do any funny business. He thought to himself confidently, preparing to pin the man down by the edges of his clothing. Fortunately, the blonde didn't go anywhere without his trusty Katana on him.

"To hell you shall burn for the sake of the Yachi." Mumbles becoming audible from the man, causing Hibiya to stop for a moment. A threat made to seemingly nothing, only a fool would continue to believe nothing was present. Sadly, there was no turning back now. Any unwelcomed guest to the Ayano likely saw him by now. As a result, he made sure to brace his muscles to flinch in case the time to fight was here. Daft children like you always see what they must not.

Without given a chance to process those words, a sudden wave of pain shot though his stomach, the familiar touch of an edge trying to gape through him. Hibiya winced in pain, left hand over his stomach while his right drew out the katana. A forced awkward position, as the weapon was two-handed, and his knees shook from the sudden impact his body had taken. "Bastard..." Hibiya rightfully assumed, though the man was no longer in front of him like expected, but a body laid out in multiple pieces. A child, their headband ripped cleanly across the middle with blood staining the Konoha symbol.

"Standing in one piece?" The man questioned from behind the Ayano, quickly making him turn his body around. With his guard high up, he made sure to swing his katana in the process with his right hand. Right he was to do so, yellow sparks emitting upon contact with a short sword and a katana. The block was easily broken through however, as the strength difference between the both of them was immense, forcing Hibiya to stumble backwards, exposed to a hit without being able to retaliate. "Not for long."

His mind processed this scene quick enough to feel the stinging pain of fear coursing through his body. Without the dead body lying where it had been today, the next blow would have pierced right though Hibiya's heart, leaving him to chase after the first victim in the afterlife. The stumbling stopped suddenly when his right heel clicked a part of the body below him, forcing him to trip and fall onto his back. Such timing, it couldn't be better. The man aimed to pierce right through Hibiya with the short sword like a rapier, but the hit instead ate the dust.

After the dampy collision with the somewhat dried blood on the ground, Hibiya cringed miserably at the situation, wishing he were anywhere else. Part of him wanted to scream it all away, hoping that someone would notice it and stop this mad man. But in any attempt to do it, he would find the wrong end of the sword slammed through his throat all the way out the other side, just make make sure he couldn't make such a hideous noise. With this cruel adrenaline rush coursing through his body, the wound he had on his shoulder seemed like nothing. A sudden sense of energy flowed through his body, prepared to fight back with desperacy just so the boy could live another day.

This time, he placed both hands on the handle of the katana, full strength at last. That was all the time he had to act before a sudden slice to the head took place, just to clash with the katana again. This time, the both of them fell into a swordlock, the strength of the man still mightier than the boy. "I know kids like you. Kids who think they are on top of the world." The man stated, pressing down further. Both blades fought for control, moving downwards and the tip of the short sword getting uncomfortably close to the throat. "Born into the right families and think they're the best humans in existence!" Every word held some form of bitter hate,  the hate towards the children who wished to become better in combat. A spiteful human being with no sense of pride for the village, should he even be from it. Perhaps unable to provide for himself, so he takes the system and the potential down with it.

Like hell was Hibiya having any of that. With aching arm muscles struggling, he thought of a different method for getting this massive weight off. Utilizing his two legs that lay against the ground, he picked them up as much as he could. Though his vision was completely blocked and unable to aim, he took a guess at the anatomy structure of the man. With the final answer in his head, he pushed forward to strike the kneescaps. Lady luck was on his side toward, as he not only threw the balance of the sword lock the other way around, but an audible cracking echoed throughout the arena. Much strength, but very little defense. At the end of the day, he was just a human, right?

"ARGH!" His scream loud enough for the village to hear, Hibiya smiling as he knew that reinforcements were to arrive. There was no way for him to win this, the strength and speed difference was far too huge. A chance at being able to utilize the Blade Dancer spirit however... It was now. Spirit of the blade will protect him long enough to end this stupid charade Hibiya got caught up in. With the man finally off of him, he can hop onto his feet, preferably away from the blood pool he just landed on. When he gets home, he needs to explain how he had so much blood on his body that he reeks of the scent of iron. But to get a man who murdered a child away from the village, there was no way his parents wouldn't proudly praise him. Right?

At last, the both of them stood up once again, one with weaker knees and one with the weight of blood soaking his clothing lowering his speed and control, "Prepare to suffer, I refuse to lose all I have worked for in exchange for your twisted fantasies." A bold claim to make to the many who could have ripped his stomach in half had he not had the kekkei genki that he did. But all that mattered in reality was that he did have it, alive right now because of it.

Five blue katana swords appeared around him, circling the boy slowly and awaiting a command from their master. All of them brought light to the dark training ground area, allowing him to see more than just a shadowy outline of a man. Unfortunately, they masked themselves with a mask similar to that of an Anbu. On top of that, their wavy hair was silver, no villager he ever met yet. An unusual look to adopt, but likely to prevent recognition in case someone did know him. Luckily for him, Hibiya didn't know a damn thing about him.

Next, the spirit. It was going to eat up a decent amount of chakra, but the payoff is going to be huge once executed. The spirit did not seem to want to be awakened however, as the chakra placed into the blade refused to wake up the spirit and forced itself back through his system. What!? No no no no NO!" He panicked in thought, eyes raised widely as he realized that his option for stalling was going to have to be going through with this fight.

"I will end this!" He declared. This was a newly made technique, but it should at least keep some distance between the both of them. As long as he can keep an aura of confidence around him, he can delay any attacks appeared. With chakra this time being accepted through the katana, he caused all five blades to slice downwards. Each one lead a wave of wind through the ground in staight lines towards the man. Though on worse knees, he managed to step to the side before leaping forward. Hibiya wasted no time to send one of the left blades towards him to take advantage of the momentum.

Unfortunately, faster reflexes and speed will always win the day. Another quick swipe to the right as he continued to run faster. More blades of Zephyr needed to be formed! Quick the control both the frontal and back, the blade launched that missed would slice again towards Hibiya, sandwiching the man in between the both of the four prepared swords spinning closely to the blonde. But of course, this left the sides open again... So he conveniently jumped to the side again before slicing through Hibiya's stomach again, this time causing major knockback and slamming him against the wall with an impact mighty enough to knock him out due to his low amount of endurance. Everything went pitch black, all the swords summoned from the Blade Dancer falling and his katana by his side as he sat.

"Arrogant little boy, I will end y- AHHHHHHHHH!" The man eventually got caught by the Anbu in the act, a quick jutsu to put him down, though Hibiya couldn't recall hearing anything else before truly passing out.


Was this a dream? Nothing could tell him otherwise, the trauma from the fighting seeping into his sleep pattern.

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He woke up the next morning in the hospital with a clean white tee and pajama pants. Unfortunately, no events have been recalled after witnessing the dead child on the ground. Part of him wanted to investigate, but it was so much easier to dismiss that as a dream.

So he did.

A dreadful mistake

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