The Kunoichi Who Would Be Woman ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Ibuki stood silently in the compact courtyard of the Rindoukan Dojo. The challenge had been accepted. This was the first step towards the goal her village had for her and her own true goal. Across from Ibuki was the tomboyish but ever so flame-hearted Makoto. One of the proprietors of this Dojo they happened to be standing before. She walked back, her large bare feet moving inch by inch, always keeping an eye on the challenger. Ibuki. This girl was obviously fast. She probably had a rather lithe little body under all that baggy ninja wear. So Makoto had to be on her guard. She was no speed freak herself; just a sound all-round fundamentalist by style. Seconds past over slowly. Aside from a quiet wind and a few apples dropping from the tree, nothing could be heard in that courtyard. That all changed in an instant when Ibuki began her attack. The young woman dashed in speedy footsteps towards Makoto who remained fixed in place for the strike. Ibuki called out a feminine scream and shot her leg out at Makoto. The Karateka grit her teeth and ducked under it, Ibuki's leg passing right over her head and shoulders. Thus leaving behind an opening. Makoto took it while it was there and thrust a punch straight at the face of the ninja. Ibuki's face jerked back. As did her feet. While Makoto withdrew her fist and kicked with a powerful battle cry. That one was enough for Ibuki to pick up on. She caught the bare foot of the other fighter, stoppping the kick; and forced her backwards with one single shove. Makoto gasped and fell to the ground in with a thump, her white karate uniform dirtied by the dust she had unfortunately missed. Ibuki jumped backwards into the air to get a little distance and height. Once she was fully airborne she reached into a pouch at her back and withdrew one of her kunai. She rotated her body artistically mid-air, and threw that same kunai straight for Makoto with almost pin-point aim. Almost. Makoto picked up on the wisp of sleek descending metal in the air and rolled backwards by instinct. The kunai knife stabbed into the ground and only the ground, a miss-hitter. Ibuki landed shortly afterwards and scowled at that. Then Makoto rolled up onto her feet. Back into a standing position. Which melted into a deft little charge. Makoto's young but powerful feet stomped their way across the turf of the Rindoukan Dojo courtyard to close down the gap of space between she and Ibuki. The kunoichi pulled her fists back up and waited for her to reach close-range proximity. Her village elders had taught her that close-range fighting was not the best way for a ninja to do what they needed to. But that was before the killing arts were scraped. Now the essential form of attack for them was via fists and feet. And to defeat someone with a simplistic but firm understanding of those basic principles was the point of this little challenge. Makoto cried out with fervour and swung her fist at Ibuki's head. The ninja girl dove to the left of that right-handed hook and rotated at her hips, extending her leg. A kick came out of nowhere. One that Makoto had no time to block. She was slapped across the face by the heel of the shinobi-in-training. She stumbled backwards until she could regain a little of her senses a moment later. Then Ibuki came again with a high punch to the face. Makoto managed to block that and then counter it with one of her own. Ibuki blocked that and countered with a punch to the ribs. It connected with a grunt from the victim as proof. Then the victim kicked back at Ibuki. Straight at the chest. Ibuki stepped back from Makoto with the hit, and Makoto herself skidded back with her eyes still locked on Ibuki. With her body low to the ground she ran straight for the longhaired Ibuki. A full body charge. The ninja was helpless to really counter that as she was tackled to the ground. But there was something she could do afterwards. The second that Makoto took her down, Ibuki gripped Makoto by the folds of her Gi and pressed her foot into the stronger girl's stomach. Ibuki yelled out and tossed Makoto overhead, throwing her out of close range. Makoto grit her teeth again whilst drifting towards the wall of her Dojo. She then got herself together and flipped around until she was leading in from the legs. Her feet pressed into the wall and shot her back with the exact same momentum and power. With that added boost in power, Makoto projected her fist and it rammed into Ibuki's face like a bullet. Makoto backflipped with searing skill while Ibuki staggered away. Once the tomboy landed she was on the offensive again. She darted at the child ninja and chopped at her waist horizontally. Ibuki crouched a little and blocked that powerful hand with the back of her left arm, then rushed forwards, knee-first. Makoto was nailed firmly in the face, her stray saliva knocked from her lips. Ibuki then crouched down to her fullest and stuck out her leg in sweeping motion. The fiery woman of the Rindoukan Dojo literally was swept off her feet. Her clothed back slapped the floors of the courtyard. Ibuki loomed over her and brought her fist down a second later. Makoto rolled to one side of the punch. And the kunoichi winced when her fist smacked the concrete beneath her. The tomboy kicked herself back up onto two feet and then charged Ibuki once more. A punch was cast. Ibuki caught that firm punch in one hand. Then used the other to try and grab a hold of Makoto by gripping her Gi once more. Seeing that Ibuki might be attempting some kind of throw, Makoto grabbed the hand that was holding her Gi. They now locked eyes as a struggle began for control of the fight. That was until Ibuki's grip became so desperate that she completely tugged at the collar of Makoto's ashen white Gi. Therefore pulling open the lower layer of her clothing and giving both girls a deep and uncovered view of the cleft of Makoto's breasts. The tomboyish girl gave a surprisingly womanly squeal from that instance of embarrassment. And Ibuki instantly released her grip, blushing of both allure and shared awkwardness. "...I-I'm sorry, I..." But Makoto didn't waste time with words. She yelled out another powerful war cry and shot a kick straight into the abdomen of her challenger. Ibuki lurched forwards and tried to ignore what she had seen, while Makoto scrambled to tighten the front of her Gi for now. Once that was achieved she made another attack. This time with her elbow leading in. Ibuki looked up and sidestepped before the elbow strike could nail her. Makoto skidded around and came face to face with Ibuki again. Right before they both stepped back a little. It was now that the shorthaired girl figured she should amp up her game a little. Makoto tensed her whole body and loosened it all at once with one cleansing breath. She spread apart her bare feet and drew back one of her mighty hands. Her whole body assumed a fixed position while the yellow belt/scarf around her neck flocked behind her. Ibuki blinked violently as seconds later, Makoto's delivered a lightning fast rushing punch to her. Makoto's feet skidded to an abrupt stop while Ibuki was hurled backwards by the sheer force of Makoto's Hayate technique. Her back slammed ferociously into the rear wall that closed the Rindoukan Dojo off from the outside roads. She then slumped downwards a little whilst gripping her skull, partly unsure of what it was that had just hit her. Makoto saw that as an opportunity she couldn't waste and ran for Ibuki, who was now backed up against the wall. The ninja girl shook her head to get rid of the inertia of the impact and heard those stampede-worthy footsteps of her adversary. She was screwed if she allowed herself to be hit by whatever it was that had hit her before. Ibuki crouched forwards and then gathered power into her left leg. But this had to be timed right. Once the karateka and the ninja were in full attack range of each other; Ibuki swiftly hopped upwards and kicked her leg up to her head in height, leaving behind a slicing residual energy. Makoto grunted hard as the Kazekiri kicking technique of Ibuki's rammed into her jaw. It was a stunning hit that was enough for her to escape danger. Ibuki landed to the ground a second later. While Makoto stepped back and wiped her jaw. There was a small graze there now. The two women locked eyes and remained silent as they watched for the next move to come from the other. They were more or less at a stalemate. Makoto was physically stronger but Ibuki had the agility to compensate for it. Ibuki was quicker of reflex but Makoto's style was so fundamentally sound that she could counter and reprise most strikes. But before they could continue their fight, drips of water came down from the skies. Both Makoto and Ibuki looked upwards and realized that the skies had been darkening while they were fighting. Drizzle came down fast. But would soon be followed by showers. And after all the time that Makoto had spent training in her courtyard, she could tell that a thunderstorm was about to hit them. Ibuki lowered her fists. "...I guess we'll have to put this off for a bit..." "I suppose so." Makoto replied, dropping her own guard, "You might as well come inside until the rain dies down." Ibuki blinked. "...You're inviting me into your house? Why?" "My Father..." The shorthaired fighter turned around and began walking towards the sliding doors into the Rindoukan Dojo, "...taught me that the best way to show respect to a worthy opponent was to offer them the utmost hospitality." To that, Ibuki smiled under her facial wrappings. "So I'm worthy, huh?" That was a bit of an understatement. But Makoto didn't look like the type to actually admit that to someone. She said nothing in reply to that, but waved her hand at Ibuki when she slide open the doors of the Dojo. "C'mon, quickly now. Unless you want to catch a cold out there." The ninja pressed her hands into her hips before following. "...Hmph! Yes Ma'am!"
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