Toughest Guys in Town [Nao, Tentou]

The Unrefined Paragon

Tentō Zefā

The spar with the lady was just beginning, but Tento was already under the belief that this was going to be a challange. She was fast, very fast. It was work to keep with her movement and in all honesty, he felt like he barely had the reaction reflexes to do what his mind was telling him to do. At times only able to do pieces of a puzzle and other times it felt like he was ALLOWED to do the sequences that created the full image of the picture. As he heard the light hearted and amused Ohoho he knew that something was about to be amidst. Alas and unfortunately, he was already in the process of his technique, gripping one of Nao's arms as he positioned his body on the outside of her arm that he caught, tightening hi grip to be somewhat of a vice grip.

The woman's small size caused Tento some issue, but when she gave up her leverage to put an issue in the air. Stability. Her tight strong core and sudden shift changing things, but not a lot for him. He did not need to stabilize them , all he had to do was prevent himself from falling while he attempted his kick as his footwork foundation was set and ready. However, there WAS something he had to deal with. Nao throwing out a kick while she was off of the ground. Keep at his attempt, or get kick. It was a quick decision for him. He couldn't be afraid of getting hit, if training with Hanako taught him anything. You will get hit, the thing was what would you do during that instance, could it prevent you from going on, and was it a worthy or needed trade?? With gritted teeth and burning determination in his eyes he shouted, making it clear to the red headed warrior entangled with him of his flowing move. "RRRRRRAAAAAA", The grip on her arm tightened and instead of lifting his leg to sweep below and cause her to fall forward, Tento pushed/flipped Nao backwards. Attempting to throw her on her back with a slam.

Whether this change in maneuver was partially successful, fully, or completely ineffective; Tento expected to feel another blow that frankly, made his body shake. An OOOF coming from him if Nao kicked or knee'd him in the chest. He would try his best to keep his hand grip on her arm though and if he did manage to throw her to the ground and get hit, he would try to swing out his other arm, side hitting her leg to get it out of way before trying to get into a half mounted position half way up her body, his knees under her elbows, hopefully with the gripped arm still in his old.

"And I think it is rude to run up so close in someone's personal space Nao", he said in a somewhat light sarcastic voice. "But I think we are a both bit late to be talking about that now".

The Unrefined Paragon

Tentō Zefā

Tento had managed, slamming Nao's body to the ground with a THUD. His hand gripping her arm as an anchor with his knees under them. His other hand was up, open palmed waiting to decide what would happen next. Would he throw a softening blow? Would Nao try to throw a punch to work him off? In all honesty it may not require much work from her. That kick to his chest still was aching. This lady may have been small but she threw one hell of a kick. He knew that from watching her mock the floor with some of his division, but this was another thing feeling it. He had to respect it. "You're strong Nao. I can feel the amount of time and effort you put in..", he said with a change of his voice. The agitated and sarcastic voice from earlier turning into a calm genuine respect.

As he said this he left himself open, then again with her speed that was really not much of a concern. He felt her lower half lift up and prepared for likely to eat a hit into his back, internally thinking to be honest that he may get a broken back from this. Instead a turn of events happened that startled him a little. Nao slammed her legs down using the momentum of the action and her power to springboard up. Feet planted against the ground making her body raise up as Tento was knelt, causing his body it made his upper body lean forward as he lost his balance. Somewhat flying over her head and chest smacking at the top of her head as he rolled. His free hand placing out to catch himself as he fell to his back. His hand grip on her arm loosened and he quickly tried to scramble to keep it.

Depending on what interesting move Nao did next, her arm may have been free, but her main goal of getting Tento out of the mounted position was fully successful. If she managed to free her arm there was one thing he knew for sure though, he needed to get up and away. He did not want this fierce red head to plan out another one of her strong techniques while he was at a disadvantage angle!

The Unrefined Paragon

Tentō Zefā

A quick motion and panic, but Tento managed to adjust and keep his hand gripped onto Nao's arm. Her voice and words slipping into his head as he momentarily laid on his back with her. Nothing won't break under her Sanzan Koken huh? They would just have to see about that! The confident words made him even more fired up. Even if she could end up breaking his body, his mind was stand. His will wouldn't break; it could bend though. And snap back stronger from the lesson and experience. He wondered just how strong her style was and how strong was her physical strength. There were many people Tento still needed to meet within the Gotei United, a thing that gave unimaginable levels of comparison.

Either way, just as soon as he grabbed a hold of her arm once again, did she counter his grapple. Twisting and hooked, catching her open hand underneath his arm before twisting them and putting his forearm against her chest. A very soft squish happening that made him immediately spasm, mumble, and fumble. "PDJHJSHDJASHJHANAOasSAsjasja. Watch it!", he said yank yank yanking. Trying to avoid the pressure of his hand there.

The Unrefined Paragon

Tentō Zefā

Was he a bit of a big dummy in that moment? Perhaps...

But such was the curse of a true gentlemen pervert!!

Seriouness was all he wanted to be about when the time came for it. This was far from a life and death battle, but surely, it held some importance and seriousness as well. He felt a little bit of disrespect towards his squad members due to how Nao entered and started all of this. He felt he had to give her a good fight to repair it. Beyond that, he did not feel good about having his arm against that type of spot. Perhaps she did not think about it really, but he did. It was kinda hard not to with their softness and the whole sudden affair.

"No. I was not trying to break my arm. Only get away", he said in a little bit of a mixed calmness and fluster. Yes....that was a bit...okay a lot. Of all over the place. Instincts had him not thinking much but he was free and shook the arm she had held. Looking down at her from his height in the distance away. A slight cough coming as he looked her back in her eyes as she jumped away and landed.

He blinked and thought for a moment, had she really not noticed at all? Either she was super focused on this spar or an fighting head that had tunnel vision. Or just didn't think of that stuff. Or both. Either way he jumped into the air, supposing that he should get back to the spar? A flow of his spiritual pressure around him now, he was now using his energy to focus it as a coat to empower his Hakuda.
"Kazaguruma!!", he yelled as he closed in throwing out his attack. His body mvoing throw the air carrying his momentum through his legs, allowing one leg to move in front of the other before reaching Nao, he twisted his torso and brought his back leg out in a devastating kick of blue streaking energy.

The Unrefined Paragon

Tentō Zefā

"A technique is only a piece of the puzzle, a skiill is all about how well the user can do it with the benefits of power of anything!", Tento said in a change of the moment. His fighting spirit getting stoked by her confidence. If she kept this up, he was going to keep going after her until he could beat her Sanzan Koken. His eyes watching her stance; trying to see more and more of her style in order to properly challenge it. Her energy flared and in all honesty it did something to him as he registrarted it. She had more energy than him, it may not full throttle right now but in the moment of her preparation he could feel it.

She was faster than him, stronger than him, just as durable, and had more in reserve to push through. Normally this type of thing would have scared or made an individual crumble. Thankfully Tento was a bit of a crazy odd man! A big cheesy smile that was a bit animistic came to his face. Facing someone strong was what he lived for, a challenge. It was calling to him and he was always happy to answer the door; mess around and find out.

He pushed and pushed, through it feeling her energy and will; her determination, he hated what his mind could not do with his body. For as his body wanted to go full, his mind unconsciously made him falter. Be it fear, be it a natural sense of survival, perhaps an inability to rise to the challenge. But, Tento would just feel, that his Kazaguruma was a good as it could be. Even if he felt his full determination and grit in his attack still. Resolve steel.

She leaped forward into his path, shouting a new name for her move, Samezan, and dug in. Heel out as a wall smacking into his energized kick. A gust of wind flapping around them in a circle before intense breeze brushed between both fighters to ruffle up their hair and clothing. Then it all happened in a flash, the tingling sensation in his foot that felt off balanced, the slow response in his movements that made him all but stuck to watch, and feel, as Nao stood there solid in her footing before moving like an agile acrobat. Letting out a flurry of kicks aimed at his torso that pushed him back with each effort. Pained gasps and breaths of air coming out as Tento did his best to embrace for each quick blow to come and endure. His eyes widened as he watched her drop to the ground and extend, throwing out a final kick to his chest with a build up of force that was clearly more than the other kicks.

Once again with the chain of actions all he could really think to do was block and hop to find an opening. Forming his arms over his chest, he used the meaty part of his arms to absorb the kick. The force pushing him into the air and eventually breaking his guard. Hitting him on his chest still while thankfully being lessened somewhat in power. His teeth clenched as they let out a concentrated ssssss, feeling the tingle once again of her blows as he mentally from this fatigue. He was not going to be surprised if he had a cracked bone right now....

But still he persisted, or at least tried to as his body was lifted a meter into the air like a plank of wood. She gave him a compliment. While pratically beating his butt up and down in the air no less.

....reminds him of a friend.

NOW HE WAS GETTING REALLY PUMPED.

He smiled, a way that only one that loved marital arts and the thrill of practicing the craft. The mind. The body. He had to move quick in his helpless position, he had no real idea if this would work, but it was time to take a page out of a book of Edleo. His reiatsu flowed quickly over his right arm, low in intensity due to the priority of formation; speed over power. Using his spiritual energy to empower his strike, he threw his left hand down in a tiger palm strike toward's Nao's lower torso. Due to the distance he did not think it would reach and that was fine. What he was going for was the by product. The force of his attack hopefully letting out a concentrated push of wind that would do something upon impact. But the real think he hoped for was to get a knock back from this, to be pushed further up in the air than the meter of distance of her kicks so he could shift in the air for a better defensive position.

"And I got to admit, you're something else Sawachika Nao. One of the strongest I have ever faced. Your Sanzan Koken has my respect ", he muttered back with a little bit of groan. His mind feeling the impact of her kicks and the strain of his body attempting to do this maneuver.