Round 7: Changing Faces

[Raigyo]

Do do do do

The sound of three sets of footsteps resonated down the flourescent lit hallway. In the lead was a silver haired man, who seemed to exude an aura of maliciousness. Behind him were two others, one roughly the same height as the first and the other somewhat short. The taller of the two had dark blonde hair, practically brown, and had his hands in his pockets. His calm expression was in great contrast to his red-haired counterpart. A bored and annoyed look overtook his face as he trailed behind the two.

Who were these men? They were members of the Taimei Underground's Advisory Committee. Raigyo, Sei, and Gan in respective order.

Stopping before a door Raigyo placed his hand on the knob, and opened it. Not really bothering to offer a greeting to anyone who may already be present he plopped down in his chair. Leaning back he placed his feet on the conference table and laced his hands together.

"Could you please be a little more professional, Raigyo-san?" Sei asked begrudgedly as he sat down in his seat. "This is supposed to be important."

"Keh."

That would be the only response Sei would get from the champ as he looked up at the cieling. Chuckling lightly Gan leaned back in his chair as well, but silenced himself when Sei sneered at him.

"Let's just get this over with," Raigyo would utter before looking at the rest of the table.

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Anabachi sat at the short conference table in the dimly lit room across from Raigyo. Her ice blue orbs rested upon his own, glaring so intense that no doubt he would soon fall victim to the dagger-like piercing that they exhibited. She then turned her gaze to Gan who's eyes widened as she projected the same stare. He simply tossed his hands up in defense and looked away at Sei, who was now sitting with his arms crossed and smirking at the two.

"Don't you have any home training?" She said aloud, pushing Raigyo's feet back off the table. The girl was well aware that her actions may send him teetering backward, but he'd no doubt be able to catch himself. Or not. Either way, it didn't matter to her. She just wanted to get things started.

The Boss, who had been watching the whole little soap opera play out in front of him from his shadowy seat at the far end of the table cleared his throat. "If we are all accounted for, we need to get this meeting started."

Anabachi looked around at the two empty seats at the table. They had been empty for months, but she was sure at least one of them would be filled today. "So, Raigyo. Where's your little girlfriend?" She let a playful smile dance upon her perfectly matte tinted lips. Her eyes were devious.

"I thought you had her in check?"

But before Raigyo would be able to respond, The Boss laced his fingers together and frowned, giving the four a grave look that could be felt, even from behind the mask of darkness.

"I have called you four here to announce the two newest editions to our board."

Anabachi raised a curious, but perfectly arched eyebrow. "Two? I assumed we were only welcoming that demon bitch back into the fold." She tossed a perfect curl. "And there's no way in hell there's someone strong enough to match us."

The boss simply stayed silent, and pressed a conference call button. "Send him in."

[BADMAN]

A snowy village, flakes showered from the gray sky that hung above. There was a steep slope, the village was set at the foot of the large hill, only to continue at the very top where the air began to thin. It was up there, up there where Badō was raised, in a wooden manor. Beside the small manor was another establishment, steam billowing from the chimney, a warmth spreading from it.

I ain't no storyteller. My pops used to complain how I had a lack of imagination, said it was unnatural for a kid, but truth was--I always liked hitting things better than playing ninja out back. I sometimes think back, the scent of the bakery next door baking fresh bread, the freezing chill that wrapped my body in the goddamn winter wonderland that was my home back in the days. White as far as the eye could see, it's baffling to a kid like me, sadly, this place doesn't look like it did back then.

Then there's me...

A young boy with pitch black hair was in the courtyard of the small manor, pounding away at the wooden figures that stood there. The sound of his bare knuckles impacting with the splintered wood could be heard from inside, where a old man rested upon the tatami mats, seated upon his heels.

"Ha--!!" The boy threw his all into each punch, the print of his small fists in the wood was permanently imprinted, small chips of wood flew passed the young Badō, his eyes focused upon the wooden dummy --

He was lifted from the ground --

Hopping into the air --

And with a kick of his foot, the dummy was uprooted, a spray of unsettled and loose snow, the hollow dropping of that which held no more use other than possible firewood. He looked down at his fists, skin absent from the flesh on his knuckles. The grimace he wore was almost menacing, he looked over his shoulder, scanning the area where the training post had landed, for it was not just one, but many battered wooden creatures that laid there, caked in snow.

I was a lot more serious back then...I like to think it was because I didn't know what a woman was until a good three years later. Anyway, that's not what you asked about...so...yeah...I learned to fight from my father who felt that since swordsman thought that their sword was an extension of themselves, that he could just use his body instead of relying on some piece of scrap metal that became popular during his time. That's what drove him to study under some other old dude--anyway--five or so years ago--

"You're a capable young man...there's no doubting it, Badō-san." A old man with an uneasy voice spoke, his eyes were shut, his hands balled up into fists and resting upon his knees. "But you're forbidden to fight unless provoked. Is this understood?"

Badō sat across from the old man, his eyebrow twitched, his intense glare stared at the elderly man's eyelids. "Fuck that...I'll fight who I want, whenever I want."

"You will refrain from such unsavory language while you're in my home."

"I'll refrain from giving a shit, while I'm at it." Badō muttered, planting a foot upon the tatami mat underneath him, standing slowly.

"Seat yourself." The old man demanded, the sternness in his voice would shake the most composed of men.

"Whatever." Badō turned, beginning toward the doorway --

The old man's eyes opened --

If one were to blink, they would have missed it. The young Badō and the old man crossed blows, their forearms connected, pushing against one another --

They traded blows, countering, evading and striking one another, but even with their savage natures, there was something beautiful about their clash --

Something so devastating, yet so beautiful, like the death of a star, the collapse of it's form, and the resulting nova that blooms from where the star once was. Like the descent of two falcons with their talons locked together in freefall, battling for their lives in a game of chicken.

The funny thing about being entranced by something such as that, you don't notice what's lost until it's gone. You don't think about the repercussion until it's over.

Badō laid flat on his back, the old man that he once called father looming over him, in his clutches was the boy's collar. "Yield!" The old man commanded, but the young Badō would decline, spitting a wad of blood in the old man's eye, prompting his father to strike him for such dishonor --

"Yield!!" The man commanded again, but the boy responded with nothing more than a smirk and a weak "fuck you" --

Another strike was sent down into the boy's face, blood spurting upward onto the old man's face, mixing with the tears of a distraught father staring his worst nightmare in the face. He would heed again, he would heed as loud as he could --

"YIELD!!"

There was no response, the man roared --

So, yeah...after my old man beat the shit out of me, I wound up living here in Kirigakure and disowned by the old coot. The reason why the whole fight started was...well...I got sick of people judging me and my father's methods of using our hands to do things. So, I took it upon myself to whoop on any up and coming swordsman who even gave me the questionable look.

Simple as that.

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"That looked like it was way too easy for you..."

Badō looked over his shoulder, in the center of the open training field, a good dozen of men laid out around him. A mixture of different swords were scattered across the field from bokken and shinai to katana and tantō. Badō was in the center of the wreckage, squatting while holding a sword, swinging it around, almost tauntingly.

"Yeah? Think so? You gonna' offer a better challenge?" Badō asked, tossing the sword aside while standing, patting the dust from his shirt. Badō's guess was that he was here to loot these pissants of their swords. It was really amazing how much some of this stuff went for.

"No, but I can find you one..."

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"And that's how I wound up here..." Badō sighed, scratching at the side of his face. "My bad habit of beating up on dudes that carry swords." He sat within a dark room in a chair before a desk, his arm draped over the back of the chair.

"They'll see you now." A young woman spoke from the doorway, Badō looked over his shoulder, a grin spreading across his face.

"Yeah? I'm not interested in them, anymore." Badō's guffaw was scary, he turned into a panting dog at the sight of a remotely attractive woman, "I'm interested in seeing you." It didn't take him long to scale the length of the room, drawing in close to the young girl who advised him of his summoned presence. Her reaction was a mixture between flattered and disgust.

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The door to the boardroom opened, and the young girl stepped through, guiding the silhouetted fighter into the room with a polite "this way." His smug grin, his blond hair, his careless disposition, it was almost insulting how he just strolled into the room as if he didn't have a care in the world. He wasn't to be underestimated, though. Oh no, not at all. His eyes scanned the three guys who sat closest to him, his eyes focused on the dark skinned fellow that seemed to have been cooked in the sun a little too long. He could tell just by the man's body that he was a threat.

His eyes darted across the table, it was as if he smelled her. His dark eyes landed upon the girl with curly blond hair, his nostrils flared and his lips curled into a wolf-like grin. Yeah, that other receptionist chick--or whatever she was was kind of cute, but this one. He pulled his hand from his pocket, giving a small wave.

"Yo."

[Raigyo]

As Anabachi glared at him with her cold and piercing baby blues Raigyo wouldn't flinch. Instead, he'd offer her a smug little smile. One he was sure would piss her off. He wasn't scared of her, not in the slightest. There were few that could evoke such an emotion from the Setsuna titan. Though, he was caught off guard as she pushed his feet off of the table. Reacting quickly he extended his arms over his head as he fell back, and caught himself in a handstand. Keeping his momentum he'd allow his lower body to fall and land in a crouch.

"Sorry we aren't all as blessed as you, princess," Raigyo would growl as he sneered at her. Lifting up his chair he would sit down in it properly this time. Crossing his arms he'd glance over as the Boss spoke, but Ana quickly gained his attention again with her little comments. Opening his mouth to speak he was quickly cut off by the Boss, but that wouldn't stop him.

"Jealous?" he'd mouth to her before turning his body and facing the shadowy man. Placing an elbow on the table he rested his head on his fist and listened His brow raised at the mention of two seats being filled, but he'd let Ana do the talking. She was good at running her mouth. Turning his head he'd look around at the door to see just who'd be walking through the door.

A raised brow would be the only reaction that Raigyo would offer at his initial sight of Badō. This kid, huh? Raigyo questioned mentally to himself before he'd turn his attention back to the Boss. From what he could tell from the stories he had heard about this guy the man was an animal. A rumor that he was definately living up to after his sighting of Anabachi. Upon Badō's arrival Sei would simply nod his head in acknowledgement and Gan would wave back.

"So where is this new kid?" Raigyo asked as he looked directly at the Boss with a look of complete seriousness.

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"He's right here, baka," Anabachi huffed with her eyes adhered to the new guy. She was not impressed. Then again, she knew that The Boss wouldn't let anyone bypass their vetting process unless he was an absolute threat to their sovereignty in the Underground. 'Keep your friends close and people who can kick your ass closer' was their motto. Nevertheless, the girl, nose high, pursed her lips smugly as she twirled a prefect piece of hair around her persnickety pinky finger. He would not receive a wave from her.

"This is Badō." The Boss said simply, nothing but his menacing eyes showing from his silhouette. "He will be filling her spot. Now, there are once again six."

"Splended." Anabachi picked up her tiny clutch bag from the chair next to hers - undoubtedly Shikome's empty chair - and opened it, looking as though she were rummaging around for something and finally pulling out a sharp metal nail file that looked as though it could put the most keen-edged of kunai's to shame.

"So you're the kid who has been beating the crap out of any soul who dares to wield a sword?"

Truth be told, she knew more about Badō than she cared to let on at the moment. Several of her strongest prospects had their asses kicked by the very one seated across from her. He was bad for business. Well, he was before he was working for them. The blond beauty began filing her nails impassively.

[BADMAN]

He stood there in his slouch, his eyes moving back and forth as the respective people spoke. He choked back an audible chuckle as this Raigyo fellow asked where the new guy was, leaving him with a half smirk. He was almost provoked to tag him one good time, show him what he was about, but no, there was something that interested him more than fighting at the moment.

"Yare, yare...I'd be honored to fill her spot." He snickered, staring directly at the blond girl who filed away at her nails, insinuating a nasty insinuation. He noticed the empty chair next to her, posing her query on whether he was the serial swordsman asskicker. He shrugged as he made his way over, plopping down into the chair next to her, placing his elbow down and resting his cheek against his large knuckles.

"Ah...I guess my rep exceeds me, eh? Truth is, I beat the soul out of anyone willing. I just prefer it if they have swords on them." Badō spoke in almost a whisper, but most who were in the almost silent room would be able to hear him. "Enough about me, though..." His devilish smirk grew from ear to ear.

[Raigyo]

Raigyo's blue eyes darted to Anabachi after hearing her little comment. His eyes narrowed on her for just a second before turning away. He'd deal with her later, when he was on his time. Right now he was on the Boss's time and he had already wasted enough of it. Not bothering to deal with the new kid's antics he'd keep his attention centered on the Boss.

"So...," he started off as his expression shifted to a more bored look. "Are we going to be discussing anything? Or is this just a social for us to meet the newbie?"

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Anabachi sneered and continued to file her nails as the boy invaded her personal space. She blew the nail dust away into his face, then started on the opposite hand. It was convenient that she was ambidextrous, so filing her right hand with her left was just as easy. A fact to remember.

The Boss silently watched, then finally spoke up.

"It'd be in your best interest to watch your mouth, Raigyo."

The man looked to Bado and narrowed his eyes. "He's not an official member just yet. He needs to prove his worth..." And at those words, the door opened and two large shinobi entered the room.


Anabachi sighed deeply, finished filing her right hand, then slid the file away into her purse. "Now, this is more like it. Have fun newbie!" Finally, she gave him a wave.

The Boss stood from his seat and crossed his arms, still shrouded in darkness. "I've scheduled our newest prodigy to fight tonight. Right now to be exact." The two men came and stood on either side of Bado, ready to escort him to the ring located in the Underground's hidden basement. "The crowd is waiting."

[BADMAN]

His lazy eyes were removed from Anabachi, looking to the two large men that entered the room upon command. Standing, he slid his hands in his pockets, looking down at the girl who was seated beside him, "Oi, don't go too far..." He moved toward the door in his signature trudge. The two large men turned and moved from the doorway as he neared.

"So suddenly," He moaned in mock complaint, "Not gonna' even bother to show me to dinner, first?" He snickered, the lights of the spacey corridors that hung above barely illuminated his mischievous smirk, his teeth gleaming in the dim lighting.

It wasn't long until he was exposed to the savage crowd which hungered for blood to be spilled. They roared with such tenacity that it was almost frightening. Almost. The men motioned him to take a walk up a long walkway that led to a ring in the center of the crowd. It stunk out here. The smell of day old blood that painted the floor of the ring and sweat. The young Chūnin choked back the bile that built in his throat that was summoned by the raunchy smell that lingered upon the air.

Within the ring, on the opposite side of his entrance, was a large man which hung eight feet in the air. His fist was seemingly bigger than Badō's chest, it would easily eclipse the young fighter's head twice over. The muscle packed onto his opponent was massive, his bicep's width was as big as wide as his torso. Upon sight of Badō stepping into the barrier that separated the ring from the crowd, the masses wondered if the small Chūnin was actually slated to be this behemoth's opponent.

"Ha! Can't they provide me someone at least close to my size?! I joined this joint thinking I could take out some frustration on someone who could take a punch or two...I could take you down with a well placed pluck!" The monster bellowed with a chuckle, putting his large finger up for display. Badō's head rose slowly, showing no sign of fear, he would allow the man nothing more than a cocky smirk.

"Think so? Ah...let's test that theory..." Badō muttered, scratching the back of his head as someone closed the cage behind him. "I'll allow you one blow, anywhere you want, if I stay down, you win." He held one finger in the air.

"Ha!" The beast cracked his knuckles, flexing his neck. "Deal!"

[Raigyo]

"Wah!" Gan cried out as the two men abruptly entered into the meeting room. A small little trail of drool on the side of his mouth glistened in the flourescent lighting. At some point during his entrance into the room until now he had fallen asleep. Though, it wasn't like he missed anything too important. He had heard tidbits fromt he last couple of minutes, so he was aware who the blonde haired guy was. Shaking his head he glanced over at Sei, who simply frowned at him.

"This should be interesting," Raigyo said as he pushed himself out of his chair as the Boss rose from his seat. Sticking his hands into his pockets he casually watched as the men escorted Badō down to the ring.

"I suppose we should get to our seats," Sei spoke as he too arose from his chair. Sliding it back under the table he walked out the door followed by Gan. In no particular rush, Raigyo would leave the room as well. After making a few turns in the hallways of the administrative wing the group would arrive in the sky box area. Here they'd get to view the fight from possibly one of the best angles they could manage.

Taking his seat Raigyo would look down to see the new recruit mingling with his giant of an opponent. "Heh," he huffed lightly as he leaned forward in his chair. "Let's see what kind of show he puts on for us."

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Anabachi sat in her place at the conference room table, unmoving until everyone had completely left the room. Blond hair, blue eyes...just like Raigyo, Sei, and her own. Could he be...? No, it could just be a coincidence. She uncrossed a porcelain like leg, then stood from her seat clutching her purse. This fight would show if he was worthy enough to be a part of this secret inner sect of the Taimei Underground.

She took her time, the powerful clicking of her stiletto heels echoing stridently in the quiet, empty room. The blond vixen traced her fingers down the cold surface of the table as she walked over to the boss's chair. She spun it to face herself, then sat in it, spinning it back around to the table, her normally glowing visage now shrouded in shadows and her blue sky eyes seeming to smile menacingly from behind it. It felt good to be in control.

"Hm. Let's see what we know about you so far, Mr. Bado..." she whispered to herself, picking up his file that was so conveniently located in front of her. As she began to flip through it, trying to skim the important parts to see if he was who she truly thought he was, she was startled by the sound of feet heading back in her direction. Quickly, she jumped up out of the shadowed chair and opened her purse, pulling out a small tube of pink lipstick and applying it generously to her pouty lips.

"Uh, Ana-sama..." A voice rang from around the corner. The figure that stepped into the room was none other than Gan. He was rubbing his eyes and yawning brutishly. "You comin'? Why you gotta put on makeup for? We're just gonna go watch this kid get squashed."

Anabachi pressed her lips together tightly, then dropped the lipstick back in her purse. "I have standards to keep up, Gan-san. You know this." Her smile was flirty, but untouchable.

"And is the fight that boring?" She asked in response to his yawn, walking past him and into the room. She passed Raigyo and Sei, then stood by the glass window and watched the boy before her with her arms crossed in impaitent anticipation.

[BADMAN]

The nasty cracking and popping of his knuckles was enough to cause someone to cringe. Badō stared proceeding forward along with the man, meeting him in the center of the ring. Badō tilted his head, tapping the side of his cheek, giving the man a target.

"If I don't stay down..." Badō snickered, "I think I'll take your ability to walk." The young man spoke, angering the ox that towered over him--

His nostrils flared--

He lifted his hand into the air--

His fist became a blur as it sprayed downward--

A bloodcurdling connection--

Badō's body gave out from the sheer force behind the ox's blow--

His body connected and bounced off the canvas that shook violently--

And all fell still. The crowd fell silent. Badō laid motionless in the center of the ring. Everyone leaned in, some in disappointment, and others in genuine worry for the man's being. He looked dead. With a grunt, the massive man turned away after a silent examination from above, beginning toward the gate, taking Badō's stillness for victory.

But, no. Something caused the ox of a man to freeze in his steps. The collected gasp of the crowd. Over his shoulder, Badō rose from where he fell. The ox looked over his shoulder, looking at the blond kid fixing his collar, then reaching out, fixing the cuff of his sleeve. He swiped his thumb across his lips, wiping a small spot of blood that trickled from his mouth.

"You're weaker than I thought." Calmly, collected analysis of the man's supposed strength. The large man's eyes widened, he huffed, his nostrils flared, he spun and charged at Badō, roaring a primitive roar--

Badō looked up from his cuff, his eyes narrowing--

The behemoth threw his fist, almost literally threw from how unskilled in the martial arts he was--

What came next would be missed if one were to blink--

With seeming ease, Badō sidestepped the massive arm that threatened to crush him, moving to the inside of the man's arm--

The monster froze in fear, he couldn't stop himself, his forward momentum was going to be worked against him and he saw this much too late--

Badō swayed, moving under the man's arm--

A sickening crunching and cracking followed the sway of the arm he had grasped, he wrenched it violently as he moved to the outside of the arm with one fluid movement--

Now on the outside, with his opponent's arm broken in a number of places, he was in prime position--

Letting a foot slip from under him as the monster tried to stop himself from moving forward into this trap Badō had him in in that instant--

Another crack could be heard as Badō's heel connected with the monster's knee, causing it to bend in the opposite direction--

Not only this, the man was now airborne due to his balance being thrown off from having one leg broken when it was kicked from under him, Badō used the arm he had in his grip to lift the ox into the air, using the man's momentum and weight against him--

In an instant, the man was left inverted, resting on the back of his neck in the center of the ring--

Badō stared at the folded man, sticking his hands in his pocket. "Aaah~maybe I should take your other leg, too?" The young one asked, running his fingers through his spiked hair. The sick smile he wore was one of a man in a blissful psychosis. "Fuck it...maybe I'll take all of your mobility...!!" Badō whispered harshly, cocking back a leg--

With a crash, the ox's inverted body was sent sailing across the air and into the cage that surrounded them, jangling violently. He stayed there for a while, upside down, his eyes blank. The crowd roared with excitement, the large man fell from the gate after a few moments passed. Badō was nowhere to be seen, though--

Like a meteor from the sky--

Like a malevolent god--

He brought judgment--

His knee pressed down upon the small of the man's back--

The spinal tap sent a painful tickle up the massive man's back before his limbs completely went dead, his body holding no movement save for twitching. Badō stood from the man's back, spitting on the large bruise that began forming on the small of his opponent's back.

"Garbage."

[Raigyo]

"Dayum!!

[/b]" Gan cried out as he jumped from his seat and pressed his hands against the glass wall. His eyes were wide and a rather entertained grin swept across his face. Chuckling as he watched Badō's body bounce across the ring he couldn't help himself. "The new guy just got the shit punched out of him!" he announced eagerly between his laughing. Needless to to say, Gan was enjoying himself.

This wouldn't be the case for eithe Sei or Raigyo. Both of them knew that this fight was far from being over. There was no way that one of the Boss's recruits could be beaten so easily by that low-class gorilla. Remaining in his seat Sei crossed his arms, and glanced over at Raigyo. The previous smirk that had been on his face had all but vanished at this point. His eyes were narrowed in on Badō as he rose to his feet.

Now, the real fight was about to begin.

Even though it was only a test fight Raigyo wanted to see just what made this guy so special. Slowly rising from his chair the current champion began to walk towards the glass. Standing next to Anabachi he watched as Badō brutally disabled his opponent limb by limb.

A sadistic smirk began to slide across Raigyo's face as he watched the slaughtering. Crossing his arms he chuckled lightly to himself as the blonde haired recruit completely disabled the hulk of a man.

"Interesting."[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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Anabachi narrowed her gaze on the rubian boy. This confirmed nothing for her. This didn't mean he was one of them. She needed to know more.

Without a word, and with arms still crossed, Ana pushed past Raigyo and walked past Sei and Gan, almost stepping on their odd ball redhead counterpart. "Whoawhoa!" He yelped, afraid that she'd stab him in the foot with her needle-like shoe heels. "Ana-chaaaan~"

She slammed the door behind her, leaving her counterparts behind her in the skybox. "Who pissed in her cornflakes?" Gan muttered to Sei, nudging him in his arm and nodding suggestively in her direction.

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As the crowd roared in sadistic satisfaction, spittle flying, fists thrusting in the air, it was apparent that they were satiated by the crumpled up mess that was the gorillaish man laying in a numb pool of paralyzed pain. They had eaten their fill of violence for the moment. But suddenly, from the far entrance of the rancid ring, the gate to the cage flew open off of it's hinges, crashing to the opposite wall. The crowd hushed again, recognizing the familiar golden locks of Ui Anabachi. No one dared to breathe or even mumble as she walked slowly across the ring, arms still folded, and a look of utter disgust and disdain on her face. She walked over to the man, and without a flinch or misplaced hair, and ground the sole of her shoe into his cheek.

"I don't know why we even let losers like you into this ring." Her voice was low, but it seemed like everyone hushed to they could try to make out her words. It was rare and unheard of for the Princess of the Underground to show herself in the presence of the common fighters. The girl began to press her weight on his jaw as the man yoweled in pain.

"P...Please!" he mumbled from under her foot.

Anabachi's eyes were still disgusted and dull.

"Fine. I'll make it quick." Suddenly, her foot began to glow blue as if a massive amount of chakra was being molded into it. And then, without further ado, she lifted it only inches from his head, then brought it back down with her heel aimed for his temple. Her sharp stiletto sliced silently through his skull without even the sound of a crack or break. His eyes stayed wide open, and silence expelled as his lips tried to make out his last words before his brown, bloodshot orbs retreated into the back of his lids.

"You were right. And garbage should be disposed of." Her gaze stayed on the man as she pulled her heel from his head, then took a kerchief from her bosom and wiped her shoe.

"Ugh. And I just got these," was all she said before heading back out the ring, but not before throwing Bado an ice cold stare.

[Raigyo]

Glancing over his shoulder as Anabachi stormed out of the room Raigyo would huff lightly. He had no idea what her problem was. Though he wasn't about to waste his time trying to figure it out. In fact, he'd chalk it all up to her unsatisfiable attitude and call it a day.

"I'll go check on her," Sei would say as he backed away from the others and left the room as well. Gan simply blinked and then walked over to Raigyo, who had yet to move from his spot. Knowing that talking to him would be all but pointless at this point Gan simply remained silent. At least, until he saw Anabachi walking into the ring.

"Oh wow!" he said as his eyes widened yet again. "What does she think that she's doing?" a smile soon swept across his face. "Maybe she's actually going to fight!"

At the mention of her fighting Raigyo's eyes glanced down at Gan. It was really a stupid conclusion to jump to really. However, the thought was certainly an entertaining one. Raigyo listened to the words that she spoke to their audience, and for a second he almost thought that she too would be fighting. That thought vanished as she had properly disposed of the giant man, and began walking back into the back quarters.

"Aw...," Gan whined as she walked away. "I was hoping to get to see her fight."

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Meanwhile, as Anabachi headed back to the back area of the Underground she would be greeted by Sei. He was leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets.

"So what was that all about?"