[Semifinals: Yuumaru versus Tsuken]

[Rensou Hiruen]

The semifinal round.

Tsuken Hiruen stood across from Yuumaru Mori, two Saiyans of nearly equal strength and immeasurable skill.

The announcer looked from man to boy, asking both of them if they were ready. . .once that was confirmed, he would yell out for them to begin.

Then he would get the fuck out of the way.

[The flipping coin has decided Yuumaru Mori posts first!]

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It was time for the semi-finals already, and he was both surprised and somewhat amused at who his next opponent was going to be now. They had spared just before the tournament began, and now they would be facing against each other as true opponents. While waiting for his fight to be announced, he had to wonder how this clash was going to turn out, it was likely to be much more serious than their spar. So, he had to expect Tsuken to have a few extra tricks up his sleeves, he’d need to come up with something new himself.

The announcer asking if he was ready would get but a simple nod as his reply, he was going to try to keep this fight at their base power. If he tried to use his power, and Tsuken had a power of his own to retaliate with, then he was sure that it would make the battle that much worse. With the battle being started, he nodded towards Tsuken, waiting for the young Saiyan to start his assault. This would be a bit trickier than the last time, as he was sure the same things wouldn’t work on Tsuken. It was now time to take a slower approach since he was more within the range of the younger Saiyan’s power level.

He could figure out a way to fight him, and hopefully make it into the finals, but this was definitely the more important battle right now. If he didn’t come up with some strategy, he was going to be having a repeat of that sparring session not too long ago. Oh well, he would just see how things went, and form a plan of attack from there. “You can take the first move, Tsuken,” he offered, smirking slightly, while the gaps between them was smaller, there was still plenty of difference in their strength. He’d have to be careful of what he did, and try not to be careless with his actions like he had been.

[Rensou Hiruen]

“You can take the first move, Tsuken,” and at the idea the young one growled, for he knew what had happened in their last encounter. Sessa Appan, his caretaker and daughter of the late Kosai, had rushed the boy to Saiyan medics to learn the source of his sickness. The only explanation could be technique, for the boy showed no symptom of actual illness for his body to react so violently so with vomit and weakness. Tsuken himself had explained what had occurred between them, how from the very moment he had been struck by the fist of Yuumaru Mori the pain within his head had begun.

Tsuken was better now, educated, and ready to take his revenge.

“Nah't happy wif' you, Yuumawu,” the boy informed, purple fire illuminating his tiny though muscular form with those grandiose shimmers of luminescence. The child tensed, focusing his energies and summoning the fated sphere his father had bestowed upon him. . .a father who watched from above, and Tsuken drew strength from the fact. Business had drawn him away from Tsuken's encounter with Ericnox. With the knowledge of Yuumaru's technique and Rensou watching over him, Tsuken doubted the idea of loss.

With the sphere circling around him and his anger rising, Tsuken Hiruen fired off a volley of energy to set things off and postpone any action Yuumaru chose in response to the charging youngster. Tsuken meant to close the distance, but not enough to allow Yuumaru to touch him with those sickening strikes as from a distance he smashed downward with an overhand fated to injure heavily, for the sphere mirrored the movement.

Should it be dodged, the thing would crush the tiles beneath absolutely destructive force as Tsuken Hiruen sought his revenge.

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Rensou looked down upon his boy as he unleashed the volley of energy and sought to remove Yuumaru from his senses with the strike of his orb. “. . .get him, son,” he smiled, anxious to see if his presence would change the outcome of this battle to the favor of his boy.

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It seemed that at his invitation for Tsuken to go first, the young child had growled, causing a raised eyebrow from the taller man. Was there something he had said wrong, he just figured it was courtesy, but apparently he’d managed to anger Tsuken a bit. Well, this was going to be interesting, and likely a lot harder than before, but he couldn’t back down. This was a battlefield to prove himself against the others, and even if it was Tsuken, or perhaps especially because it was him, he couldn’t take chances.

“Hm? What’s wrong?” he was confused even more by the rather strange statement from Tsuken, but there wasn’t gonna be too much time for conversations. Watching as the orb formed in the air, he set himself for the battle letting his body take its natural stance. This time he would be a bit more prepared for it, muscles were ready, he could feel each one building up power for the moment they would be used. When the orb came launching at him from an above angle, he waited for the right moment, and as the orb was about to hit, he twisted his body to reduce the impact. Pivoting around as he launched himself towards Tsuken, he struck out with his leg, aiming a low kick for the child Saiyans own, if he could weaken the legs, it might slow his opponent down some.

The destructive power of that orb had increased though, as he glanced towards the tiles for a moment before shifting his body to make some distance, and so that he could keep an eye on both. He was fighting two opponents after all, there was no way it was smart to just watch one’s movements. Green eyes were aware of even the most minute of changes from their perceptions, even if it was from the corner, they were focused on catching any movement. He couldn’t act recklessly here, especially not against this opponent, calming his mind he relaxed the tension from his body. Extending his senses as far as they would go, in an attempt to not be caught off-guard by any attacks from either side.

[Rensou Hiruen]

“Yuumawu made me fe'ew bad!” the boy exclaimed as the man rolled away from his crushing strike and made movements to create his own while the slamming orb returned to Tsuken, ever ready, eternally revolving until it lashed out to spill blood and break bone. The youngster had rarely wanted to truly pain any opponent in his life, save one instance against Wingy – the winged warrior had struck his father, and Tsuken could never allow that. Truly, Rensou had known his boy would push harder than ever with effort to strike the opponent down, but the increase in his power had been startling. This time against Yuumaru Mori was an occasion that Tsuken truly yearned to deliver pain.

With every passing moment, the boy's rage was rising.

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The son of the General reacted with collected though, however, as the twirling form of his opponent slashed a low kick towards his short legs. The Hiruen stance was dangerously low to enable excellent anchor, but it left the lead leg planted, and the shin of the blue-haired Saiyan cracked into the outside of Tsuken's own. . .momentary pain registered, but it only served to slow the boy a moment. The leg would be fine unless Yuumaru sought to punish it further, and Tsuken would adjust his stance if it proved to be a truly troublesome thing.

Yuumaru created distance, a thing Tsuken had seen in his last fight against the man. . .it seemed he wished to dart in and out after he defended against assault, and when it occurred Tsuken was more than ready: the Tsurunoha was not employed in his next attack, but his affinity in gathering large sums of his ki was brought to bear. With a lifted left hand, the boy bounded forward as he gathered a sphere slightly larger than his own head. Once charged, he lashed his whole body into pitching the speeding ball of energy directly towards Yuumaru as he came to a stop.

Once unleashed, Tsuken skidded to a halt with his hands prepared and his body tensed. He was entirely comfortable fighting at range, and he wished to be ready to defend himself. . .biting back a bit of his fury for a moment, the child gathered his senses and did his best to ignore the feeling of dread at the idea that Yuumaru had possibly struck him with one of those nauseating strikes.

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Yuumaru blinked with surprise at the boy’s shout, he had made Tsuken feel bad? After avoiding the attack, he had to find out what Tsuken meant, “How did I make you feel bad Tsuken?” Had he said or done something to offend the young Saiyan, his confusion was just growing with those words. Although, he supposed that if things were like that, then there was only one solution for him and that was to follow his own beliefs. First, he needed to know just what happened so that he could gauge things properly, and then he would act on that, for now he would continue as normal.

When Tsuken came rushing at him with the large ball of Ki, the blue-haired Saiyan had to prepare himself for the attack. Putting his arms in front of him, holding them just in front, as he rushed towards Tsuken straight into the Ki ball as it struck him dead on. With his guard, his arms took the brunt of the assault, stinging and burning with the force behind the blast. If he hadn’t been prepared for taking it, it would have been much worse, and the force was enough to push him back in his own charge. However, he dropped his head even lower and dashed in to close the distance between them, keeping his stance at a lowered height.

As he approached, he threw out a flurry of jabs towards the smaller Saiyan, each one being fully executed at the lower height with precision and sharpness. From there, he rotated his legs, hips, and shoulders into the next punch, adjusting the way his body was positioned with a degree of flexibility, throwing a right hook towards the smaller opponent. Thankfully, the rotation would add the momentum to his blows, so, even fighting at a lower height, he could bring out plenty of power.

Of course, he decided it was time to change his tactics as well, maybe he could throw Tsuken off-guard with the drastic difference as he pressed close to the boy’s range. Using his tail to help keep balanced, he shifted quickly once more, adding rotation to a knee strike aimed towards the young warriors liver. If he could try to drain his stamina, then he would have a better time trying to beat him, or possibly push him out of the ring, if need be. From there, he tightened his guard once more, preparing for the retaliation he was expecting from his attacks.

[Rensou Hiruen]

“Yuumawu made me sick!” The boy answered. He had still failed to explain what precisely Yuumaru Mori had done for anger him so, but his eyes were set with the resolution of a warrior fighting for his pride and revenge. The blast of energy had been a grand success, and Tsuken meant to continue trickling away at the reserves of the weaker warrior with care and precision so he might remove him from sense or blast him out of the ring with one of those viciously quick but deceptively powerful bursts of energy his mother's genes had made him capable of.

Yuumaru answered, and Tsuken employed a grand display of head movement as he dipped out of the way of the first jab with a swivel of his hips that left the fist a few inches shy of mark. As the hips moved the upper body in for a return blow, the longer reach of the elder Saiyan caught Tsuken firmly, smashing into his nose and forcing the boy back with the combined momentum of his own movement and the strike. Tsuken was firmly set to nimbly move out of the way of the next strike, however, ducking low to allow the jab to soar harmlessly overhead.

The blue-haired one had not completed his latest onslaught, however, and he loaded up on his next strike. . .something Tsuken was aware of as Yuumaru drew his right arm back to deliver a heavy blow with a sweeping hook. Combative reflexes took over, as Tsuken hardly weighed his options and instead acted in a brief instant to dodge the strike with potential to sway the fight in favor of his opponent. Lower the boy went, coiling his legs to allow yet another attack to stray far from target.

A knee was set towards the boy, something Tsuken was in no position to take advantageous position, and as low as he was, driving left or right was hardly a choice. The knee smashed with terrible force into the face of the boy, and it drove him backwards through the air, his feet cleanly lifted from the tiles. A backwards flip and a burst of Bukujutsu set the boy on the floor once again, and the crowd sounded out at the beautiful strike landed by Yuumaru.

Tsuken lifted a finger to one side of his nose and blew a great spray of blood from the other, clearing the passage of the liquid obstruction as he inhaled. The child trembled with rage. . .he was being bested, and his father was present to see it occur this time. The son of Rensou blinked, clearing his vision and regaining his senses as he took in a great breath of air to reinvigorate his musculature and push his mind away from the searing pain.

“You's gonna pay fo' dat, Yuumawu!” Tsuken roared. With his fury still growing and his body still mostly intact, he ran across the ring to meet Yuumaru once more. The distance closing, Tsuken leaped into the air and aimed himself for the upper body of Yuumaru Mori in a feint, as he adjusted his altitude in an attempt to slide between the legs of the man and rout him – Tsuken's slide was not the only thing to worry for, the sphere was following behind at identical speed and aimed for the chest of the tall warrior. With Yuumaru hopefully distracted and confused, the boy would kick off in the midst of his slide and twirl around in midair, sailing well away from the actual ring as his small arms went to work like pistons, spraying a gratuitous amount of energy towards the man he meant to extract a debt from. . .even if it cost him injuries such as the trickle of red streaming from his small nose.

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Despite the lack of description, Yuumaru knew the point of reference, there had been only one point in time when Tsuken had felt sick while he was present. That was during their spar just before the tournament, which meant that he had been the reason Tsuken couldn’t gain much help from it. That settled his decision then, he knew what he needed to do, and he would make sure that it got accomplished, he just hoped that it didn’t cost him the tournament. Though, if he had to put a ranking of importance, his own pride and honor ranked even higher than this tournament. So in his mind, this wasn’t even something to think about, it was just something that had to be done.

His onslaught had worked better than he imagined though, as he could see that Tsuken was bleeding slightly, and even seemed to be rather hurt. He’d managed to catch up somewhat with his training, and he hoped it would be enough to get him through this match. There was no way he was going to be able hold anything back now, not if he wanted to make it into the final match. There were only a few options left available to him, but he didn’t want to use them right away either. He had to hold off as long as he could without relying on his abilities, it sure as hell wasn’t going to be easy though.

Tsuken charged towards the Saiyan and was probably expecting him to dodge the attacks, instead, he planted his feet to take them. Watching as the younger of the combatants slid between his feet, Yuumaru pressed his feet into the ground firmly. He would not move from this spot if he could help it, the next attack that followed would hit its mark dead on, a sickly cracking noise as it collided with his chest. He was sure that there were a few cracked ribs now, at the very least from the impact. As he moved to let the sphere pass by him, and turning to see the large scale attack of energy hurled at him.

If it wasn’t for the barrier protecting the spectators, they would likely have been caught up in this attack as well. Thankfully, that worked in his favor as well, and as the energy blasts can at him, he charged up energy into both his fists before unleashing his void ripper. It wasn’t going to destroy them all, but it would open up some room for him to take less of those attacks. The new strain that came was breathing helped him to figure out what some of the damage was, and he had to take the time to recover a bit. Though, it wasn’t more than a few seconds, it helped his body stabilize itself at least, he’d have to wait for another chance to try recovering from the rest of the hits.

“There, I took your attack to make up for it, but from here on out, no more freebies, my conscience is clean.”

Whether Tsuken would understand his meaning or not, he didn’t know, and right now there was a bit of not caring. The surging Ki continuing to move through his body, was fueling him with energy to keep going at least, and that made this next stretch a bit easier. Rushing forward, he used three Zanzoken, to appear from in front and on the sides of the general’s son, constantly switching up with the after images to make it harder to pinpoint which one was him. First, he would use jab-like kicks in unison with the Zanzoken to attack from different sides, trying to pin the his opponent against the barrier. Next, would be a left uppercut, that would be aimed to lift his head and expose his chest. This was immediately followed by another one before the arm could fully pull back, incase of an attempted block, the second was aimed to wedge through and try to make sure he was dazed. Then, he threw his right, twisting his shoulder and wrist, a cork screw blow that was aimed towards the heart. It was meant to hit with enough force to pause the child’s movements for even just a second.

There was a final attack to this barrage, that would involved Yuumaru using the height advantage between the two, to bring his head crashing down on Tsuken’s. He hoped it might make the young Saiyan touch the ground, but he wasn’t going to expect to much from it. If it connected, he’d definitely be feeling the effects as well, but it might be enough to give him some time to recuperate a bit more.

[Rensou Hiruen]

“There, I took your attack to make up for it, but from here on out, no more freebies, my conscience is clean,” the elder Saiyan claimed, and it only caused the youngster to smirk with teeth bared. He was eager for more combat as he hovered above the combative area which would rule him the loser of the engagement. Tsuken meant to regain the ground of the ring, but it seemed Yuumaru Mori had chosen to continue with another of his onslaughts which would undoubtedly tire him soon, a thing worsened by the crushing blow to the middle of his torso the man had allowed to strike him. Poor decisions.

With red fluid streaming from his nose, the youngster had cracked his mouth during the pause during the battle and refilled his stores of endurance with delicious oxygen. The lead leg which had suffered a heavy blow was only bruised, and still operated at nearly full capacity. Neither the joint above or below the shin had been damaged, and Tsuken held within his beating heart not the tiniest amount of fear for further pain to his appendage: truly Saiyan, he reveled in both delivering and receiving pain and hoped this battle would continue onward for some time before he finally attained his sweet revenge against the man whom had offended him so.

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From above, Rensou Hiruen watched the mirror of his own youth, for at Tsuken's age he still had a brother, a father, and a mother. . .a family. A family he provided as best he could for the boy absent a woman's affections. His breast swelled with pride as the Hiruen son prepared to continue his second engagement with Yuumaru, and the blue-haired warrior was apparently very much ready to do much of the same.

Yuumaru came forward and immediately began to Zanzoken, one of the elder Hiruen's most favorite tactics. “. . .he's seen that before,” the scarred General remembered as the actions began to take place and heir of the Tsurunoha began to react accordingly.

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Many times, the father had battered the son with grandiose displays of immeasurable speed and precision that did not necessitate power time and time again through usage of the agility-augmenting Zanzoken. When Yuumaru executed the maneuver, the boy immediately recognized the increase in movement as such and set himself accordingly to an absolute defensive, his sphere poised in front of him to aid his cause. Tsuken was confident this man would either tire himself out or make a mistake in the coming exchange of attacks. The boy cleared his mind as it all began and set himself to task, a thing made easier by the fact that Tsuken was observing a blurred image of his foe rather than a complete disappearance accompanied by after images.

A pushing strike of the boot from the front. . .

Another from the right flank!

. . .and from the left as well.

Yuumaru Mori found the first stymied by the well placed orb, a manipulation of the thing Tsuken accomplished with a push of matching force to stop the foot literally in its tracks. A lifted forearm would cause bruising, but once again, his joints went undamaged and they were the important parts of the working arm. The head swiveled in time to focus on the final kick, but it collided firmly and covered completely the side of the youngster and he was pushed away momentarily, his back still half a meter from the barrier. Yuumaru had used the momentary advantage to circle back to the front of the much smaller Saiyan and attempt another tried and true uppercut, and attack the youngster avoided completely with a lateral burst of Bukujutsu which kept him firmly in the pocket for the next attack, yet Tsuken still waited patiently. Repetition was apparently another flaw in Mori's game, and he angled another uppercut from very low towards the chest of the child. Tsuken revealed one of his own defensive measurements with another duck, collapsing his small frame not by lowering his feet to the floor, but rather by bending his legs in such a fashion that nearly placed his rump against his heels. Fist ripped through his locks of coal, but it seemed the larger Saiyan still was not finished.

The second uppercut had missed in the same manner as the first, but the upward momentum of the sailing limb certainly created a lapse between it and the battering forehead which was now crashing down towards Tsuken as he balled his fist tightly and anchored his body with Bukujutsu. Yuumaru came down, and that fist came up as the child rose with his strike to increase the speed of the traveling fist aimed just below the descending brow: Yuumaru was aiming his face directly towards a set of knuckles on path to impact just below the centerpoint of the eyes: the bridge of the nose.

Hiruen counter-striking at the finest level was being displayed.

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If a success, Mori would quite possibly be halted. . .Tsuken anticipated momentarily stunning the man, and he would set himself to work after his own uppercut. The first punch had been one powered by his left arm, and his right continued shortly afterward with a hook aimed for the ribs of the man. The Tsurunoha orb swirled simultaneously towards the opposite side. That accomplished or not, the child would adjust his body and attempt to drive a stiff leg into the underside of the man's chin in an attempt to knock him up and away from this awful enclosing situation he had placed the Hiruen son in.

Tsuken was very much attempting to beat the very breath out of Yuumaru Mori, wishing for him to feel as Tsuken had during their first encounter. The man was firing blow after blow, and Tsuken would capitalize on it in the same manner he had attempted advantage against the headbutt: by decreasing the well of energy Mori had to draw from. If his opponent had been sent sailing away, the son of Rensou would accelerate after him and lift both arms above his head to intertwine his hands in a doubled fist that would be aimed towards the gut of the opponent to place him back into the ring, though not by his own choosing. Tsuken would remain airborne.

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He’d be feeling a lot more tired by this point if he didn’t basically have a power supply running through his body. That and Yuumaru’s own will wouldn’t let it end so early either, not without using everything that he might have at his disposal. If he was going to lose this battle, then he would make sure that he threw everything at Tsuken, just to make sure that he was remembered. Sure, he wasn’t as powerful, but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t make Tsuken work for a victory against him. Which also meant that he would likely have to other means to put down the Saiyan child that stood before him.

With the legs getting hit in response, the saving grace for them, was that he had built his legs up to be like springs, so they could absorb damage better. He had an inkling that this Zanzoken tactic wouldn’t work like this, but it was part of a plan that he was setting up. He figured that Tsuken would likely train up and be a bit more prepared and focused for his attacks, which was what he was hoping for right now. He could feel the steely gaze of a certain person, but knew that it wasn’t actually there, it was another reason he was pushing himself so hard.

If he lost here, then everything that had happened up until this point was for nothing, and he wouldn’t…no, he couldn’t let that happen. Not with all the weight of these things on him, plus he had the goals of those he had defeated adding the weight to his fists. They didn’t slow him down though, but he definitely had heavier punches than normal, thanks to everything that had transpired. While he wouldn’t admit it out loud, the one with such a steely gaze was the on he had to thank the most, he had prepared him for these situations. To him, even if it was just a tournament fight, he was treating it as a life or death battle, which meant not sparring a single ounce of his abilities.

When the last foot connected, he was surprised a bit, but didn’t let him slow down at all, instead continued his assault. The uppercuts were avoided, good, things were proceeding, like he had expected, in a different manner, but not enough to cause him alarm. His head butt was being countered with an uppercut, an obvious choice, but that was where his next trick came in. The image of his head disappeared, as it was a Zanzoken feint, most wouldn’t risk such a thing on a single body part due to the stress, but he had no time to worry about that. In place of his head, was an elbow, aimed right towards his fist, it was set as a counter, and applying both forces, to the tip of the elbow, would have damaging results for the fist. Hopefully, it would break the appendage, but if not, the damage it would cause would hopefully help nonetheless.

The right hook, or the sphere, he had to decide which one to deal with, and chose the sphere, bringing up his forearm to guard against the attack. From his left arm extended a sharpened edge of Ki as he slashed upward towards Tsuken’s chest while the right hook was in motion, even if Yuumaru was hit, the blade should connect. Unless the young Saiyan would risk his attack missing to avoid the blade, it was a tricky situation for anyone. His arm reeled back from the strike the sphere hit him with, but he held it tight, not letting the sphere get any further or to do more damage. His arm was in pain, but that was nothing, he would keep fighting until he was literally on the verge of death. Anything short, and he wouldn’t accept it as him giving his best to this fight, whether that labeled him as crazy or not, it didn’t matter to him.

The knee was coming for him, but in turn, Yuumaru struck out his tail to intercept and attempt to restrict the limb. If that didn’t work, then he would hopefully slow it down enough to for him to avoid the attack, and let it swing harmlessly passed him. The final strike though, was something that he was going to try and counter in an indirect way, as the double punch came, he timed himself jumping back as soon as the fists began to touch. However, the threw his own punches, both fists charged with Ki as two void rippers were unleashed towards Tsuken, who would also hear a ‘sorry‘ from the elder saiyan. Whether they worked or not, he wouldn’t know, the jump already saw him returning to the ring, but he wouldn’t just wait for his opponent to recover either.

Charging Ki into his hands, he unleashed a barrage of both normal Ki blasts along with his Sniper Punches, towards the child. He had to try and weaken him as much as possible, so that he could take the battle, climbing his way up the steep mountain that was before him. Tsuken was one of the many people that were obstacles he set out to overcome for himself, if he could win here, then it would be a large step towards completing his goals. However, that was thinking too far ahead, he instead made sure his mind kept focused on the present, his body was heating up as well. A side effect from the typhoon reactor, his sweat was visibly turning into steam around him, as the heat continued to rise.

From his estimates, he likely didn’t have a lot of time left, but what he did have, he planned to utilize to the fullest extent. Hell, the harder he pushed himself here, even if he lost, he was bound to become stronger from this fight, so fighting until his limit was an absolute must. Even if he had to boost his abilities to make sure that he lasted, he would do so, this fight was a test to himself.

(lemme know if anything is wrong, I just...kinda got absorbed and kept typing, so yeah >>

[Rensou Hiruen]

Perfection had been corrupted the moment Yuumaru Mori executed yet a fourth Zanzoken to present the ruse that the face was entirely open for smashing digits, and instead he came plummeting down with the center of forearm and bicep, the hard and pointed thing known simply as the elbow. An ugly word, but the very thing could cause catastrophic damage. . .and that it did as Tsuken's fist smashed full force into it and the collision was multiplied with the attack from the elder warrior. A deafening snap was heard between them, but the child pressed onward despite two freshly dislocated fingers. The index and the ring had been pushed apart harshly, tendons tearing as the joints ceased to be.

The pair became a ballet of attack and defense, weaving their lethal dance in an effort to outdo the other as their fists and legs became weapons empowered by brute power and beautiful finesse. The crowd cheered wildly, cringing as damage was incurred by both warriors in a phenomenal display of Saiyan tenacity and the will to fight. Far above the fighting pair, the father smiled downward at his son and his prized recruit. Certainly, he wished above all things to see his son prove the Hiruen name but the boy was exactly that, a child. . .a prodigy of unnatural measurements of power, but without the years behind him to truly exert his strength and speed to the fullest extent at every moment.

That very child had been enthralled and intoxicated with the chaotic proceedings, and he snarled out in pleasure and pain as Yuumaru sliced past the skin and into the muscle of his chest. His armor had played a miniscule but wondrous part, for only it had prevented the intestines of the child from spilling into the floor in the attempt that would be quite lethal without the medics standing by and the rejuvenation chambers already primed for his arrival, as well as Yuumaru's. Tsuken felt the blue tail of Mori wrap about his leg, dampening his strike to an extent and it left him unaware as to how much damage he had actually caused.

The hammering blow of conjoined fists had been dampened, of that the child was certain. . .Yuumaru bared his fangs, throwing a quick flash of punches whilst muttering a word. One punch had been avoided with swinging hips and neck, but it had allowed the other to graze against the cheek. The melee onslaught had subsided then, and Yuumaru took the ring and volleyed with a mix of normal blasts and slightly more powerful ones, and by this time Tsuken had regained the ring himself.

The boy stood, his chest heaving and his lip curled with rage. He suddenly knew exactly why Mori had offered the apology, and it was the breaking point. All will to win the fight of honorable accord left the child, and the suggestion to not kill the opponent subsided in the very instant a deep purple flared around the tiny musculature of the four year old. The Void Ripper had caused his initial annoyance and anger, and now it unleashed fully with a floodgate of rawest power that put the child in the league of the father himself. The blasts began to bombard the tensed body as it roared with all the might within the lungs.

”YUUMAWUUUUUU! ! !”

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The smoke began to clear, and Tsuken stood with his white canine and incisor visible, sparks of blue bio-electricity illuminating the air about him. In his momentous fury, the child had paid no mind to the bolts of power the object of burning wrath had sent his way, and he had paid. The nostrils sprayed blood with each outward blast of carbon dioxide, and the chest heaved with ragged gasps for air as it poured blood from sternum to just under the centrifugal point of the collar bone. Both eyes that lusted to see Yuumaru's crimson blinked away droplets of the very stuff. Tsuken was damaged, furious, and most importantly, his power was hovering at just under 180,000 measurements of ki if but for a brief instant.

“. . .you,” Tsuken uttered as he came forward, filling the air with blasts of purple as he continued to burn away at his reserves.

“Son ov'a. . .” the boy continued. He had severed distance and forgotten his orb, instead opting to approach with a single jab before his momentous speed placed him in range of lashing towards the foe's face with an elbow of his own.

“. . .stupid,” and he continued to attack, driving a knee towards the throat as his tiny stature allowed and crossing downward towards the cheekbone with another elbow.

“HEAD! ! !” Tsuken refrained from cursing, as Rensou cut his playtime for such transgressions against the manner of speech a child his age should use. Finally, Tsuken raised both his short arms before him and expelled a tremendous blast of purple destruction towards the chest of Yuumaru.

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His feint had worked, the fist had collided with his elbow, and while his elbow had taken damage from the collision as well, it was worse for Tsuken. The sickening crack signaled that the hand had been damaged, he couldn’t tell the extent, but it might be enough to lessen the power behind it. If he couldn’t properly move it to make a fist, then it would lower the output of his punches quite a bit, and since it was his left hand, it was that much better. Yuumaru had a bit less of a threat to worry about, but a threat was still a threat, until it was eliminated as such. Survival, that was what he was trained for, that was how he fought each and every battle that he was pitted in.

The cheering wasn’t something he was used to, apparently they were fans of the level of carnage being displayed in the ring. Sure, fighting someone stronger always got his own blood pumping as well, but it was more so a case of him needing to last and survive this match. He couldn’t take the time to enjoy it fully, that was a part of what separated him from the rest of the Saiyans, in a way. They fought for other reasons, for glory, pride, and other such things, his focus was only on survival right now. Maybe that was another reason for his lack of power, he just didn’t have the proper motivation for training? Shaking his head, now wasn’t the time to be spacing out though.

It seemed that his attacks had taken their toll on the young Saiyan, and unfortunately, those last two attacks seemed to trigger quite a reaction from the young warrior. The blue-haired man couldn’t do a thing except laugh at the rising power that was standing before him, one Void Ripper had caught him, but it caused a monstrous growth. That was definitely not the kind of effect he was expecting or hoping for, so even with the situation grim as it was, he could only laugh. Perhaps it was poetic or ironic justice that this would happen after using that move on the general’s son again.

However, there was a stirring of his pride in him, something that bolstered his willpower as well, he couldn’t let it end so easily. No matter what he was subjected to, he had one goal right now against this overwhelming wall that stood before his path. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself down and used that to boost his own power, not to the same extent as Tsuken let his anger boost his, but the difference wasn’t as bad now. He would steady himself against the attacks that he knew was coming, he didn’t have the speed to attempt dodging without risking a mistake and getting launched from the ring. The first of the attacks came flying his way, large volleys of energy blasts, streaming towards him like a tidal wave of energy.

His arms coming up to shield the vital parts of his body from the blasts, as the rest burned and tore at his flesh. Heat and explosive force causing lots of pain, however, Yuumaru kept his arms up to shield himself from those powerful attacks. When they ended, he had to let his arms fall, the damage they took was too much and they didn’t have the strength at the moment to hold up against anymore attacks. Blood running down his arms as it dripped down, staining the ring with crimson spots, it didn’t even register that he was bleeding right now.

The jab came at him, and while he tried to sway back from it, it just put him into a worse position for the elbow, as it cracked the spot above his eye. While not too damaging, it had an effect that would limit what he was capable of doing, as a curtain of red, covered his left eye. It soon blocked out the vision completely, and left him with only his right eye capable of seeing anything, his depth perception would be skewed. Before he could regain his composure either, there was a knee striking his throat, followed by an elbow to his right cheek, which sent him crashing to the ground.

The strike to his throat was causing a lack of air to reach his lungs, just that was setting his just ablaze, all he could do was cough out some blood. The cheek under his right eye had swollen and altered the vision of that eye now. Unfortunately, there was still one more attacked in the assault against the taller Saiyan, as a massive blast hit him, and sent him sprawling onto his back. His armor completely shattered apart now, and leaving his laying on the ground, staring up at the sky. It seemed that this was the last of the battle between them, it was hard to move, as he couldn’t feel his body, or if he did it was so minute he couldn’t tell. Was he clenching his fists or were they open? Yuumaru couldn’t tell, but it seemed like he was definitely in bad shape, there was no way it would be like this without him being in serious trouble.

That was fine though, he was used to those types of situations anyways, even if he couldn’t feel what his body was doing, he should be able to see it. First things first though, as his brain finally made him realize it was still having trouble breathing. Opening his mouth, he couldn’t contain the gag reflex that took over, as he threw up some more blood. Coughing heavily, he took as deep as he could, but it seemed to only draw in a small amount. He had to take the time to get his breathing back into priority, forcing even the smallest amounts of oxygen down his throat to his lungs. Gathering the strength, he pushed himself up to a standing position through sheer force of will, continuing to focus on getting his breath back. He refused to let this end the match, even if it pushed him to death, he would force his body to at least carry out one more task for him.

Concentrating all his remaining strength into his right arm, he prepared to make his last attempt in this battle, and success or defeat, he would not worry. Pushing all of his remaining Ki into his hand, he pushed it into a Ki blast, it formed into a massive thing, but it was nothing more than a simple Ki blast. If he was going to go out anyways, he may as well do it with a bang. With that, he threw the Ki blast at the young Saiyan, it probably wouldn’t do much of anything, but it was all his remaining power, if it left even an impression that he was not to be taken lightly, it would have done its job. His single visible eye, watched the path that the Ki Blast took, aimed for his body, he didn’t have the depth perception or energy to take his time with precision aiming. His energy dropped to normal, he had no Ki to sustain himself, and it left his body completely drained, even his typhoon reactor was gone. The adrenaline-like effect wore off, and everything came flooding into his mind all at once, if this didn’t end soon, he likely wouldn’t last.

[Rensou Hiruen]

A terrible and lush anger had overcome the boy, and his ridiculous strength which was hardly proportionate to age showed it in an overbearing manner: quite literally, scouters had exploded when the strength of Tsuken Hiruen skyrocketed. In his fury, he had attacked Yuumaru Mori without remorse and without fear, unconscious of his own injuries as he sought to inflict the maximum amount of damage possible. The face of the boy was lined with hate as he elbowed and kneed his standing closer to that of victory. Yuumaru had tumbled away, and Tsuken had relaxed momentarily.

Despite his emotion, the child was tired: he had suffered much damage in the battle thus far and his increased output and effort had all culminated to take a terrible toll.

As if it was a gift from the gods themselves, Tsuken Hiruen fainted and the blast of energy flew harmlessly over his head. Blood welled beneath his fallen form, but in moments it was lifted onto the shoulder of the father whom had reappeared in the ring.

Rensou lifted a thumb towards Yuumaru. His child had fought well, but he had been defeated. With but a few more years of training, the boy would be unstoppable, but for now he would be struck down by his elders and his betters through greater strength and experience. The Hiruen General smiled. "Well done, Mori, I expected to see you in the finals. . ." And with that, the scar-faced warrior had begun to rapidly move his son towards a healing tank.

Saiyan medics were quick to escort Yuumaru to the tank directly next to Tsuken's own.

Yuumaru Mori would face Basna, once again. . .

[PL please.]

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He had barely registered anything that had happened, for all he knew he was lying on his back. However, there was a voice, it sounded familiar, and he had barely just heard the last part of what was said. Finals. He had made it into the finals? If he hadn't been so drained and in so much pain, he might have jumped for joy. As it was, he was barely maintaining consciousness, that beating he took rattled his head quite a bit.

The fact that people had carried him to a healing pod, almost made it more amusing that he had won. The winner, hurt just as bad, if not worse than the loser. It had been such a close battle that he could still not really believe that he had won. As soon as the healing pod began its work, he closed his eyes and let it do what it was made for.

(pl please)

[Gray Callahan]

4100 for Yuu
3200 for Ren/Tsuken