Training in the Mist

By now Tsukiakara knew all to well what “Shinra-tensei” meant. It would require extremely fast movements to dodge this attack but the way Tsukiakara set this up he had a way of dodging it. First a hole in a shape of a door melted to allow the valley ninja to escape. Running on his own strength would be futile so instead he used his Tied-Heart swords to push him out. A few of them went in front of him as well as behind to stop the momentum once he got to a safe distance. The plan worked and Tsukiakara got out just in time. He looked back to see where his dome was once standing. Without him there with his sword the ice had less strength then it normally would and snapped like a tooth pick. A very small creator lay where the doom once was. There was no need to use more offensive attacks since his opponent was not slapping him anymore but sending full fledged attacks. Now he would stick to the plan and try and dodge those attacks as best he could.

Atehameru's pleased laughter erupted into the air, cutting through the storm. The young lad was finally thinking once he'd got over his defeatism, it was brilliant! The mercenary had to admit, he hadn't had this much fun in a while. Granted, he was going easier on the lad, but that added difficulty made the fight so much more entertaining. It was bemusing, to him at least, that he found more difficult not to kill his opponent; twas a welcome challenge, though.
The mercenary had been itching to test some taijutsu he formulated yet he hadn't had a chance lately seeing as just shooting and crushing opponents was far swifter and efficient, this sparring match was the perfect time.

He stayed stationary in the air for a good three seconds as his chakra built up in every inch of his body, air randomly igniting into plasma across his flame as tiny white lightning-bolts. Intertia suppression, gravity-charge, kinetic charge, all building up for a single attack.

A sudden rumble of thunder cracked against the sky, coalescing with the noise of the thunderstrom as wings of blinding light shunting Ate forward faster than sound. The merc closed the gap faster than even he-himself could comprehend, his muscles burning from the sudden halt in momentum. His armoured fist cracked against the swords surrounding his opponent, the contact breifly flashing burning-white plasma as a massive repulsive-force erupted from his knuckles. This was essentially a way to let-off a Shinra-tensei at point-blank with momentum to add to the pulse, pretty-much deadly to an undefended-opponent. Mind, it wasn't full strength, strong as the others he'd used thus far, plus the kid had those swords to defend him. Ate was eager to see the aftermath.

The samurai’s movements were even faster now. Tsukiakara nor his swords could track his moves fast enough to form a defense. The result was that Tsukiakara took the full extent of the attack. It sent him spiraling through the air like a foot ball. While they couldn’t stop the attack, his swords quickly got behind him to slow him down enough so he wouldn’t impact into a building (again). But such quick actions nearly depleted the swords chakra reserves and they needed to be brought back. This was truly unfortunate since they were really his only shot it fulfilling his plan. And who knows the damage his head would sustain if he kept bringing out 25. But nonetheless he made the swords revert back to their yellow orbs and disappear back into a dimension he had created for them. “Tied-Heart Style: Five Sword Dance” Tsukiakara said and five fresh new blades took the place of the 25. He just hoped that five would be enough.

Ate grinned as he saw the young man right himself in the air, quick happily moving with the attack. It was almost refreshing. Despite this, the swordsman could feel his muscles burning; itd be a minute or two before he could physically manage another gravity blitz. Moving so fast and stopping abruptly did a number on one's internal organs (not to mention chakra supply), the internia suppression stopped them shattering his own ribs and his brain from bruising against his skull but it was an unnatural constriction that made his head a little fuzzy. He quickly shook off the nausia, but no lighting-fast charges for now.

In a sudden jolt, Ate arose form the muddy floor about thirty centimetres, wings of white energy erupting from his shoulders once more and propelling him towards his target. The samurai skated across the mud, dashing eratically, the ground splashing and crumbling in his wake, his arms held wide with his hands as claws. Within his grasp, light began to swirl and bend; the harbingers of a gravity-pulse.
At twenty-five metres from Tsuki his left hand fired its grav-pulse, the invisible force tearing up the battlefield it rushed across.

Some plan, just with fewer swords. Even if though there were only five of them, it was still enough to fling Tsukiakara far enough to the left to avoid the gravity pulse even though he himself wouldn’t probably notice it till it was to late. Once he noticed his swords saved him (again), he decided it was time for another fake counter attack. He had his opponent attacking and he didn’t want him to stop by boring him. The valley ninja swung his Ice sword to send more ice balls hurdling at the samurai.

In a sudden blits of white chakra, Ate shunted left, shattering two of the ice-bombs away with his forearm and dashing in Tsuki's path. The physical impact and the freezing-effect were dispersed by his kinetic-barrier yet the cold cut through his armour like a knife, (for want of a better scientific term) fucking with the closed-environment system of its internal layer. It stung, but without repeated blows it was bearable.

With the gap closed, Ate unleashed the other charged grav-pulse from almost point-blank, mud, wind and rain spraying out away from the unnatural force cannoning through the battlefield.

The old saying “If you can’t beat them, join them” was really going to be helpful here. The attack was to fast to get out of the way, so the best solution was to go with the attack. And so, Tsukiakara swords started pushing him in the same direction as the attack. That way when the attack did hit them it would hurt much less then if they were just standing still. Next after Tsukiakara realized he was being pushed, he enlarged his ice sword with ice (go figure) and started scraping it on the ground to slow them down. When he was at a complete stop, he melted his sword back to normal and continued to toss ice balls at the samurai.

So he can soften the blows, finally, the kid was begining to get the hang of things. Of course, this called for a slight change of plan.
Forming a spiralling repulsive shield around his body, Ate charged straight for Tsuki, wings of white-flame erupting from his shoulder-blades once more. Ice-bombs shattered and glances aside, spraying aside along with the rain and mud, though temperature within the shield got noticeably colder. The internal systems were working like mad to try and keep his body in equilibrium, keeping him at a slightly cooler-and-cooler temperature than was the norm.
He closed the gap swiftly as possible, charging his enemy, more gravity-pulses charged in his hands.

His enemy was so fast upon him that there was not time to move. So once his enemy got within sword length he tried to hit him with his Ice sword. If he could just touch him he would be able to freeze him in his place finishing this battle once and for all. But at the speed the samurai was moving it would be a very easy dodge. Tsukiakara thrust the blade in a jabbing move for the samurai’s stomach.

In a sudden black flash, Ate materialised behind Tsuki as he back-tracked his assault, falling right into his well-laid trap. The succession of chakra-usage was begining to take a drain, Ate could feel it now. This was lasting way longer than any real fight (I.E minutes not seconds) and he could feel his chakra-wells were down a fair chunk, 7/12 left, maybe. It took physical strain to open a rupture now and his muscles were begining to burn against the cold of Tsuki's attacks, kept warm with the double efforts of his body and the armour.

Both charged gravity-pulses erupted into Tsuki's shoulderblades, the spheres grinding against the boy for a moment as Ate's reactions had slowed by a margin tiny-yet-significant to delay the detonation. The pulse streamed forwards, crashing against the young swordsman. Ate was already impressed enough, his descision was made, but he was still eager to see how far he could push this boy. By all rights he should be getting tired now, even replenished by the pill minutes ago.

A moment the samurai was in front of him and the next he wasn’t. But Tsukiakara had a pretty good idea where he went when he felt the pain at his back. The speed Tsukiakara was pushed was so great that his swords couldn’t catch up and correct him. Tsukiakara slammed face first in another house. He stayed in the human shaped crater that he had created in the wall. His swords caught up to him and helped him out. But it was once again getting painful to move. To fix this, two of Tsukiakara’s swords went under his arms, two under his feet, and an extra one to help him maneuvers his hand that held his ice sword. Now he could still fight and move. With the help of his hand sword, he swung his ice sword summing up more ice ball.

"hah-hah, okay, i think i've pushed you far enough. You've proven your worth lad..." Ate called out to him, calmly jetting above the barrage of ice-bombs that hissed and crackled against the mud below. Outstretching his arm and calmly directing an open palm at his opponent the samurai unleashed a powerful attractive force, yanking Tsuki towards him as if reeled by an invisible fishing-rod.
"Bansho ten'in" he growled, calmly, his voice now noticeably strained. When the young swordsman was within five metres, his hand snapped into a fist, locking him still in his location in space, halting all movement.

"You have too much potential for me to simply beat you down and be done with it, lad, and that means alot coming from my maw; not to toot my own horn" Ate chuckled, giving the boy a sweat-blemished smile from within his helmet, the face-plate popping upwards to reveal it.
"How would you feel about serving under me as a mercenary. I am building an army, i would like very much for such young-talent as your to be a part of it. It wont conflict with you serving your own nation, at least not for now. You'll earn extra cash, you'll get training from me and there'll probably be some fame in it when we get down to business. What do you say, apprentice?" Ate proposed, calmly, releasing the gravity-lock but keeping him suspended in the air, able to move. With friendly nonchalance, the samurai's hand tilted, offering to shake his hand.

Tsukiakara looked at the hand, closed his eyes, and then gave a little chuckle. “Thanks but I’m going to have to decline.” The genin said. He had enough money to fulfill his needs and so much fame that it hurt him (quite literally). The valley ninja opened his eyes and looked at the samurai. “I’ll get stronger. I promise that.” He said lifting his hand, using his thumb to point to himself. “Because you’re looking at the future village head of the valley.”

"Alrighty, no worries" his visor clicked back into place "Until next time. I'll be back for you, one day" Ate laughed, saluting him before dismissing the gravity-field keeping him afloat. With a swift slip-space rupture, the samurai had vanished form the sparring ground, happy that he'd spent a few minutes doing something worth-while.