Tales of a Ninja Magician: Of Where We Come From

Crash Course

The sound of blood dripping on the ground repeatedly ran through the ears both of a young woman kneeling and struggling to keep her body on her feet and a bratty teen behind her. Hisako looked at the expanding red stain on her shoulder and ground her teeth in frustration. The technique that the brat used was way too advanced for him, once again it must've been something he was shown by his tutor but something he never perfected by himself. Both his execution and follow up of the technique was highly questionable, for a moment it may have gotten dangerous but the Yoruma assassin was ready to beat that technique of his.

He used chakra manipulation, people untrained in manipulating their chakra could do it, obviously, but their control was all over the place. They couldn't sharpen their techniques, their degree of polish was pretty much non-existent and they wasted much more chakra on the simplest of techniques. It was only because of chakra's nature as an energy that all living beings produce using their chakra network and chakra nodes inside their bodies that this kid can even use such impressive moves. Most likely, he himself had no idea of what he just did. Losing against someone like this would've been pathetic at best.

"What's the matter? Your heart went soft?" Hisako taunted the kid by grunting out her insult through her ground teeth. That fool leaped at her right when her blow was absorbed by the pillow of air that his strange sword movements formed. It was an impressive technique – using circular motions of one's sword to form a pillow of air by combining natural air circulation with chakra manipulation. The pillow was at its toughest at the sword's tip and got softer as it went deeper, that meant that it was perfectly crafted to absorb all blows and thrusts – the tough shell blocked and softened the blow while the weaker air mass inside absorbed the shock.

"No, I just felt like showing you the superiority of my form over the lacking one of my tutor's..." Yellow returned the reply after a brief moment – he was breathing much more heavily, as suspected even a single small use of chakra drained his untrained body and taxed it unreasonably. 

Had this kid listened to his teacher he may have been a pretty tough swordsman, he has impossible one-in-a-million kind of talent for it but he lacks the desire to hone it, he also is incredibly arrogant considering his own flashy but stupid moves to be superior to those of his tutor's.

"You fool, you could've stabbed me straight into my heart the moment you absorbed my blow, that's the way in which the technique is used – you form the wall of air to cushion the blow and then when the enemy is open you thrust it. You could've killed me yet you played around."

The brat reacted with arrogance to Hisako's explanation. He remained on his knees even going as far as to sheathe his sword for a moment and turn back to her. "Oh, so I assume that now you can understand my complicated forms and counter them?" the kid asked with a confident smile. Hisako was wondering what to do further. The arrogance of this kid made him impossible to fight, he was basically giving up. 

He wasn't strong enough to beat Hisako even at her worn out form, even if he took it seriously but he was toying around too. This fight was completely useless and so stupid that it completely squished any desire of Hisako's to kill this idiot. She'd probably do it anyways but she'd take no pleasure from it. Murder just for the fucks of it, that was a new one for the raven-haired assassin.

"I do, I know how to beat it too" Hisako informed the kid deciding to end it quickly. The young woman pulled two throwing knives from her belt, the knives that the Yoruma used were not the usual kunai knives, they were much thinner, almost like made from a thin single layer of steel. That way they had much stronger penetrative power than the usual kunai that rarely went all the way in. Swinging the knives around her hands on the rings at the end Hisako quickly launched them at the boy. Yellow drew his sword and blocked the knives, Hisako repeated the movement tossing more and more projectiles at him.