“What am I even doing here?”
Ryuko muttered weakly to herself as she prepped herself in her waiting room. Taking one last moment to triple check and sure what little equipment she had was ready to go. She curse herself for not being more ready. Before the tournament had started it had seemed like she’d had all the time in the world to prepair and yet despite it taking longer to being then she’d been expecting on paper it felt like the event had snuck up on her before she was anywhere near ready.
The full armor set she’d been dreaming about had scarcely begun. All she’d managed to cobble together where her shiny new pair of heavy metal knight rider boots. Great for protecting her feet from both attacks and the elements and even better for kicking with. The rest? Well she’d have to rely on her old standbys.
She was wearing layers, over her rather modest lingerie was first a padded white gambeson which covered the greater part of her upper and lower torso. Then their was her Hauberk, a chain mail shirt she had forged for herself years ago. She really out to have upgraded by now but she’d been so focused on forging her friends equipment that she’d been neglecting her own. Over them she wore a set of priestess battle robes which consisted of a purple shirt and a red skirt. Last but not least was her purple mantle with gold trimmings which bore the clan symbol of the Rose family on the back.
On her arms where matching purple knight gloves and stockings. They where meant to be under armor to make wearing things like gauntlets more comfortable but ironically they’d where her only armor at the moment, at least on her arms anyway.
For battle gear she didn’t have much beyond a pouch attached to her belt with a small handful of basic shrunken and kunai inside among other things. For a Bukijutsu user she didn’t have a lot of actually tools on her. One singular Fuuma Shuriken, her sword the Hakkin’s fang entrusted to her as the vestal and her ever trusty batons. It was too late to go buy more so that would have to be enough.
For the last two years she had been training her ass off in order to rescue Nozomi from the fiendish clutches of Shiroi . But after a chance meeting at the halloween ball she had been left unsure of where she stood with her crush. Did Nozomi even want to be saved? Was their even any hope left of her feelings being frequented?
With the goal she had been casing after for so long so close and yet so far away she was left feeling adrift, aimless. Why was she here? What reason did she even have to be a ninja anymore? She had more then enogu money to live comfortably for the rest of her life. She could retire from active duty, concentrate on just being the Raikage’s attendant and her armor business and nobody would think anything less of her. What reason did she have to continue going onto the battlefield to continue risking her life?
She had only signed up because she hadn’t had a real battle in ages and wanted to see how far she’d come and how far she had left to go if she wanted to have any chance of beating Shiroi. If it was purely for sport it would be one thing but the sheer spectacle the tournament had become was another. The fact people where betting on the outcome was repulsive in her eyes, how dare they tarnish the purity of warriors like herself crossing fists with each other.
She was tempted to just leave and simply forfit the match but in the end she couldn’t bring herself to dishonor his opponent like that. Masuyo was a famous woman in the shinobi world, one of a small handful that’d managed to reach that status. Ryuko even owned a copy of the Iwa edition of her Ninjabo figure. How could she not pay someone like that the proper respects?
Seeing the tournament roster she’d finally found her motivation again. Nozomi had somehow found a way to partcipate without being hunted on the spot for being a missing ninja that more then a couple people wanted to kill on site. If she wanted Nozomi to see her, to acknowledge her then the answer was obvious, she would battle her way to the freckled girl come hell or high water.
Ascending to the battlefield Ryuko reflected on what she knew about her opponent. The woman’s titles spoke a lot about her. Monogamous Masuyo, Battlemaid Kaede, Masuyo the Huntress. The fact she was known by so many spoke volumes about what the priestess would be up against. The former Iwa and now Kohana woman had several years worth of experience on her, which meant this could prove to be a very uphill battle.
Ryuko was one of the strongest ninja in all of kumo now, perhaps in some minor ways stronger then even it’s own Raikage thought she didn’t know that yet herself having never seriously battled the woman. But she was also well aware she was more of a middle of the road type, a jack of all trades master of none. Her strength lay in being able to compensate for what she lacked and targeting the spots where specialist had neglected. It was hard to be the toughest, fastest or physically strongest without lacking in other era’s .
She wouldn’t go all out right from the start. That would be foolish and reek of desperation. No she needed to analyze Masuyo first. See how relative the woman’s strength was to her own so she could figure out where she needed to compensate to match her and put up a proper fight.
Upon arrival Ryuko took a brief moment to survey the battlefield and wasn’t sure wither to sigh because of how little it left her to work with or grin because of how straightforward it made things. It was about as even a playing field as you could ever ask for with no room to complain about how the terrain had given the other side an unfair advantage.
Facing towards Masuyo who was standing 200 meteres away waiting for her Ryuko made the seal of confrontation. It was hard to say if Masuyo would even be able to see it properly from so far away but it was a gesture worth doing all the same. A mark of the respect Ryuko had for her since they where too far apart to exchange words.
Making the first move Ryuko began to dash towards Masuyo. Running at her full speed she unclipped and unfolded the fuma shruiken on her belt as she ran readying it to be thrown once she was at a more appropriate range. “Have at thee”
She shouted as she reached the fifty meter mark and hurled the large multibladed weapon with all her might towards Masuyo. Instead of leading with something flashy It was an attack both elegant and simple. Since this was a Jounin she was up against she doubted she’d actually be able to land a hit that easily but that was alright since this was meant more to test the waters then as anything serious.
Besides it wasn’t the initial throw that was the real danger since she’d used the Advanced Boomerang throw so that if Masuyo elected to dodge she might find herself hit from behind as the shrunken returned to it’s point of origin.
- Ryuko stuff:
Advanced Boomerang throw (3 activation)
157/160 Stamina remaining