"Itadori, was it? How do you want to handle this...?" asked Sunraku, materializing a pair of blades shaped like dark blue flas and a gold fla pattern engraved in their surface.
Raising his brows, Itadori asked, "Twin swords? Aren’t you being a little too serious about this?"
"Hey, I’m more than prepared to go nuckles to face if you are," countered Sunraku, waving the sword in his right hand as he added, "These puppies are just a precaution in case you attempt to get the jump on . With all the freaky powers Ascendees possess, you can never be too careful, you know?"
"Right. I guess that makes sense..." conceded Itadori, cupping his right shoulder with his left hand and rolling it. Then, without any warning, he bolted toward Sunraku, leaped midway, and executed a swift flying kick with his right heel extended like a spear.
"Whoa, now, I haven’t even put my weapons away...!" exclaid Sunraku, his voice giving the impression he was smiling beneath his mask as he put his swords into his Inventory and weaved under Itadori’s kick. The latter landed a short distance behind him, kicked off the ground, and attempted to drop kick his guard, but Sunraku bounded back slightly, staying just out of his range.
’This guy is really good at dodging...’ noted Itadori, landing on the tips of his fingers and toes before dropping his palms and kicking off the ground to perform a sharp, sorsaulting kick as Sunraku moved in with his fists raised like a boxer.
’Whoa, this guy is seriously flexible!’ Sunraku exclaid in his mind, the smile behind his mask growing as he watched Itadori twist his body and bound to his feet like a breakdancer. When their gazes invariably t, he then charged forward, eting Itadori head-on as they both threw right straights at each other’s faces.
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Though he twisted his head aside at the last mont, Sunraku got a chill up his spine as the pressure from Itadori’s fist swept past his head like a projectile fired from a cannon. At the sa ti, his own landed square on the pink-haired youth’s face, producing a cracking sound akin to smacking a wooden paddle against a tennis court.
’Ow! What the heck is this guy made of...!?’ Sunraku asked himself, barely evading Itadori’s attempt to grapple him by using a skill that allowed him to instantaneously slide backward five ters in what gars would refer to as a single fra. In his wake, Itadori’s nose was slightly bloodied, but he was otherwise unfazed, the only notable change being that he looked considerably more focused.
"You’re movents are strange..." noted Itadori, producing a nacing black and blue aura from his body as he slumped forward slightly with his hands at his sides like a cowboy preparing to draw.
"And your face is as hard as steel," countered Sunraku, holding up his hands and making a show of equipping a pair of thinly padded crimson gauntlets with the word PUNCH written across the knuckles. They were similar to the striking gloves of a mixed martial arts fighter, but instead of being assembled from modern materials, they appeared to be made from monster parts.
Seeing Sunraku’s gauntlets, Itadori’s brows furrowed slightly as he could feel there was sothing off about them. Unfortunately, unlike how things were in his world, Ascendees from other realities seldom went out of their way to explain how their powers and equipnt functioned.
’I just have to hit him harder and faster than he can hit ...’ determined Itadori, nearly catching Sunraku off guard as he explosively accelerated forward, more than twice as fast as before. What he didn’t know was that Sunraku had almost exclusively invested his Stat-Enhancing Crystals into his Dexterity, Intelligence, and Luck, purposely focusing on his speed and capacity to process information.
After weaving between Itadori’s three-piece combo and bending his knees to evade the forr’s attempt to grab his head, Sunraku countered with a left-right-left on his own to the pink-haired youth’s steel-like abs. To Itadori’s surprise, there was virtually no power behind the blows, but as Sunraku continued to evade his attacks, he quickly noticed that each successive blow was heavier than the last. anwhile, in the periphery of Sunraku’s vision, a ter with the letters K.O. rapidly filled with each blow he landed without taking damage in turn...
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"That boy with the mask has amazing control over his body. With proper training, he could easily beco a Master..." noted Miu, her face flushed but her expression focused as she stood bent over with her hands on the railing of a private viewing booth in her purple bodysuit and padded pink jacket combo. She and Vahn had already celebrated their reunion, but he couldn’t resist after seeing her bent over with her butt wagging from side to side, compelling him to stand behind her with his hands massaging her waist and his bulge leisurely bumping against her.
"His real na is Hizuto Rakuro, and before becoming an Ascendee, he was both a purveyor and connoisseur of what those within his community refer to as Trash Gas, poorly designed virtual realities with a wide array of ga-breaking chanics and bugs," revealed Vahn, expanding, "Since then, he’s accumulated several achievents and gone from F-Rank to D-Rank in a remarkably short period."
"And what about the other boy?" asked Miu, briefly licking and biting her bottom lip before noting, "His movents are unrefined, but he has great power and durability. He strikes as a natural brawler."
"That’s Itadori Yuji," answered Vahn, revealing, "He’s from a world where supernatural creatures known as Cursed Spirits are constantly at war with a group known as Jujutsu Sorcerers. Unfortunately for him, Sunraku isn’t a Cursed Spirit. Furthermore, he’s hyper-specialized in single combat using a wide array of strategies and weapons..."
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Nearly as soon as Vahn was finished speaking, Sunraku landed his one-hundredth consecutive blow against Itadori without taking damage. As a result, the special effect of his gloves, Knock-Out Blow, activated. For one attack, his power was increased ten tis over, and when he slamd his fist into Itadori’s gut, it was nearly visible through the back of his uniform, a large amount of blood discharging from his mouth as he was sent flying into the air.
"That attack was much more powerful than any of his previous blows..." muttered Miu, stating the obvious. However, as much of her focus was on what was taking place behind her, she could be forgiven for speaking her thoughts aloud.
"Perhaps, but if Itadori has anything going for him, it’s his toughness and fighting spirit," contended Vahn, pinching and pulling at the fabric of Miu’s spandex until they tore open, unleashing a womanly scent that perated the private booth. Orihi was enthusiastically riding him one booth over with Rukia observing with raised brows, and similar events were occurring in five other booths. As such, he couldn’t control himself in the presence of such a perfectly shaped and enticing bottom. Fortunately, his S-Rank Bedroom Arts allowed him to move nigh-autonomously, so while his main body, seated with Ravel on his lap, remained focused on the competition, his other selves systematically caught up with those he hadn’t seen since entering the training room...
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"Seriously, man? You’re beginning to make regret not investing more points into Strength..." remarked Sunraku, standing with his arms crossed as he waited for Itadori to rise like a zombie from the dead.
"That was a hell of a punch..." conceded Itadori, placing his right thumb over his right nostril and snorting out a large blood clot that imdiately beca even more congealed as it hit the ground. At the sa ti, heat surged from his body, causing his hair to bristle and his eyes to gain a red hue.
"So, what, you’re entering phase two now...?" asked Sunraku, adopting a broad smile behind his mask before uncrossing his arms, holding them up, and donning a pair of green and yellow gauntlets resembling the shell of a turtle as he added, "That’s fine by ."
"I was told never to use this against non-Sorcerors and Cursed Spirits, but I think Gojo-sensei would forgive just this one..." stated Itadori, extending his hands forward with his fingers spread wide. Sunraku saw this and imdiately dodged to the side, but he was too slow. From the mont Itadori laid eyes on him, the evolution of his late mother’s innate technique was activated, causing the gravity around Sunraku to increase tenfold in a split second.
"Oh, co on! An attack that hits at the speed of sight? That’s totally freakin’ unfair, and you know it...!" protested Sunraku, doing his best to resist the intensifying gravity as Itadori’s fingers curled backward and turned a dark shade of purple, starting from his left pinky. The pain he had to endure was intense, but endure he did.
’Damnit...I can’t believe I have to use this so soon...’ Sunraku complained to himself, ntally activating one of his life-saving skills, an ability called Cicada Skin Shed. It had a week-long cooldown, but with his body on the verge of being pancaked, he had few options.
Seeing Sunraku’s body abruptly lose its color and collapse like the outer husk of an insect, Itadori’s expression went from determined to confused. During that transition, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end as his shadow lengthened behind him, followed by Sunraku lunging out with one of his fla-like swords extended.
Though he dodged to the side as quickly as he could, Itadori felt intense heat and pain from his left arm or, more accurately, his bicep. The rest of his arm was spinning through the air as Sunraku’s blade sliced through it like a hot knife through butter.
Feeling that Itadori had violated the integrity of their match first, Sunraku held nothing back as he pressed his attack, swinging his swords in swift, light-producing arcs that grazed and left gashes in the forr’s body and sliced his uniform to ribbons. Itadori did his best to dodge, but the loss of an arm combined with the growing number of lacerations across his body left him feeling weak, feverish, and then cold.
"This is the end...!" shouted Sunraku, bringing his arms across his body and preparing his finishing blow as Itadori lost his footing and tripped on his right heel. Instead of charging forward, he slashed his swords at the sa ti, the one in his right grazing the one in his left and setting both alight with cerulean blue flas.
Seizing the timing when Sunraku could no longer pull back, Itadori dug his right heel into the ground, shifted his weight onto his left foot, and twisted his body while clenching his teeth hard enough to crack several of his molars. Sunraku saw what was coming, twisted his head, and began to bend his knees to evade, but Itadori’s suicidal timing was too good. As his blades sliced through his opponent’s body, Itadori’s fist slamd into the left side of his face, producing a brief burst of black and red lightning that caused all feeling to leave Sunraku’s body as he was bounced off the unrelenting, indestructible arena.
"Black...Flash..." panted Itadori, the front of his torso ablaze with flesh-searing flas, but his expression resolute as he stared at the downed Sunraku for several seconds before raising his head and mangled right fist triumphantly. It vexed him that he had only managed to land a single solid blow the entire match, but he made damn sure it counted.
"I don’t...fucking think so..." growled Sunraku, causing Itadori to tense as sothing clasped around his left ankle. When he looked down, he found Sanraku gripping it tightly, a shining blue eye staring at him intensely from behind his cracked mask. Imdiately after, Itadori’s vision abruptly went from white to black as searing heat, followed by a warm and cozy feeling, washed over him. In the next mont, both he and Sunraku appeared in a special seating area for retired contestants, the result of the latter pettily using a skill called Self-Destruct to take them both out...
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