Tsubaki ascended the bloodworks like her competition. The narrow hallway from the bloodworks led at an angle to the arena floor. Tsubaki was dressed similarly to her opponent that she did not carry tools, armor, or any standard gear a typical Shinobi might find themselves with to aid them in battle. Instead she wore a pair of blue shinobi sandals and a black haori kimono. She wore a pair of short black shorts which were naturally concealed by the haori kimono's length. A gold, red, and white sash was tied around her waist to keep everything intact, Under her kimono on her body she wore a simple mesh shirt which was cheap and easily disposable. Tsubaki herself is of short height among her clan, standing only 5'6 and weighing 140 lbs. Her skin was pale, eyes a sapphire blue, and hair a long, silky white extending to her lower back. She wore no makeup, yet her natural complexion made her remarkably beautiful.
She made it to the arena floor, Tsubaki scanning the battlefield. It was barren with nothing to work with but the dirt beneath them. No water, no fire, no vegetation. The arena appealed to make the fight as fair as possible. She smirked as she made eye contact with her opponent from across the vast space between them. She was glaring at her opponent. Such filth. I am surprised to find you participating in such a noble tournament.
Tsubaki withheld the urge to utilize her bloodline. Your blood is not worthy to befoul my bones.
Hands clenched she cracked her knuckles with the tension alone.
To Tsubaki's surprise there was no proctor. She assumed things were self-managed once they arrived. She did not say anything towards her opponent. She let her actions speak for herself. Lowering herself she began to sprint towards her target. Her assault caused the crowd's cheering to subside as a lot of them were focusing on the match. Those who did cheer were told to keep their volume lower so the contestants could focus. Tsubaki moved at superhuman speeds, but even with her movement it took her roughly a few seconds to clear the space between them. She went straight for close quarter combat, Tsubaki not having much else in her arsenal to play around with. Once close enough she would begin her attack. Lowering herself and slowing down within striking range she extended her right arm with a forward palm strike, fingers curled inwards. She aimed to strike the bridge under the man's nose in order to break it and cause stun and bleed. It was an open weak point that, if successfully secured, could help her succeed with a series of attacks.
The palm led her momentum, yet did not stop her. Following up from the palm strike she would raise her right knee. Whether her opponent was stricken by the palm strike or evaded it by moving his head she would use the same arm to cuff the back on his neck or hold him from his back to keep him in place while her knee was poised to run into his liver. Striking the liver would cause a similar experience to being winded, along with cramping and general pain to follow. This attack would work to bring Tsubaki's full momentum from her charge to a halt as she expelled all of her energy in that strike.
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Technique Used: N/A
Chakra Usage: 160/160