Tales of a Ninja Magician: Of Where We Come From

United We Fall

Sweat dripped off of the medical ninja's face as Kouta was so forcefully drawn to just collapse on the ground by mother gravity. He channeled all of his feelings, all of his chakra into a single punch and had he not been a medical ninja with extensive training that lasted whole years as to how not to overdo chakra augmentation, a fate similar to that of Mana's would've easily befallen his ruptured chakra network. The searing heat of the desert only added to the boy's exhaustion.

Deafening cracks, similar to large structures of ice cracking reached Kouta's ears forcing the young man to straighten his back out and prepare to face the consequences of punching his father. A mad laughter came from the side where Kusagoro was punched at, the excited and near crazy sounding laughter that bypassed all the ruins of destroyed buildings that the man was sent through. The boy's father had such sky-reaching chakra levels that augmenting his body to survive such blows must've barely even lowered it...

"You actually punched your father... This is... Almost great. All those times we trained and you were afraid of your own power, of your own destructive Juugo bloodline... Right now I'm almost considering keeping that little magician alive because she may just be a good influence on you, as far as our training is concerned anyway..." Kusagoro's voice reached Kouta, the man appeared from a cloud of sand and dust pushing barely standing buildings so that they collapsed and got out of his way. The man's forehead had a small wound that bled a little, several small streams of blood going all the way from the man's forehead dripped off of his cheek.

"Still, I don't like you stepping out of line, this isn't the time to defy your father..." Kusagoro smiled placing his arm forward, in a fraction of a second the arm took a wooden greyish brown coloring and appeared to transform into some manner of a cannon-like tube. Soon the man's second arm followed.

"I know quite well just how distracting women are, your mother did the same to me in my time. That being said, I'd rather not risk it with this one, her insolent behavior might bring both of us trouble if we don't deal with her. I can see now that you intend to interfere, because of that I'll take you out. I need you to understand why I'm doing this son, just augment your body to the best of your abilities, this is not an attack that should kill you..." the man explained as glowing blue dust of chakra shot through small pores on the sides of the man's conjoined two tube cannon that became of his arms.

"Chakra Flashbang!" the man yelled out as the dust concentrated into a colossal bullet-like structure that fired at Kouta in barely conceivable speed. The boy reached forward, he tried to use his chakra augmentation, what little of it that he had to stop this attack, continue hurting his father so that he decided against hurting Mana. This was a mean battle, he needed to fight this like a guerilla war – hit the larger and stronger enemy until they decide it's not worth it.

Kouta's arms changed into large and wide plate structures, they both closed into a buckler shield. Black marks consisting of dots conjoined together into a tattoo of madness appeared on the boy's face and chakra jets split off from the tendons of his legs shooting wild bursts of chakra, Kouta tried to use his legs like jets to slow father's attack, he used his arms for protection. Still, even with all of his newly accepted Juugo legacy, he was overwhelmed, slowly initially, then at an accelerating rate, the attack was pushing the boy back into the Rashomon Gate.

"Hey, hey, come on now, don't overdo it..." Kusagoro observed the boy's struggle for a moment before turning away. He knew how this clash would end already – one attack was all he needed to injure his son beyond the edge where his body could keep going.

A deafening explosion combined with a blinding flash interrupted all of the scuffles transpiring by the entrance to the castle ruins. Kouta's whited out eyes and open mouth and burnt off to the crisp clothes and wide burns all over his body that was stuck in a crater in the Rashomon Gate informed anyone who would've bothered to check that the boy was out. Just one attack, one attack that was meant more as a distraction effort was all these ninja needed. This couldn't have ever turned out well.