Island Kano Country

[Hiei]

KANO COUNTRY
[Doctor Dennis Kurama and Namor McKenzie vs Don Sai] ​

Post 38 - @Lamby ​

The battlefield was a storm of chaos and precision. The dust had settled, but the tension hung heavy in the air. Namor stood tall, his trident poised like a monarch surveying his domain, while Kurama lingered slightly behind, his sharp green eyes narrowing as they tracked the blur that encircled them. The two warriors were a study in contrast—Namor's regal, commanding presence was unshakable, while Kurama's calculating gaze revealed a mind spinning rapidly to decipher their opponent's strategy.

Kurama's thoughts raced. "This speed... it's beyond my ability to track with precision. I can only sense the faintest disruption in the air. Namor, however, seems composed. He must be able to see it clearly—or at least clearer than I can." His fingers twitched, itching for a plan. "If we act separately, we'll be picked off. This requires synergy, precision, and trust."

Namor's voice cut through the din, steady yet imperious. "Kurama," he began, his tone brooking no argument. "Stand back but stay sharp. I’ll face him directly. This fight demands focus, and I prefer a one-on-one. However," his piercing gaze flicked to Kurama, "I trust you to support me if the opportunity arises."

Kurama blinked, momentarily taken aback, but quickly nodded. "Understood. I’ll stay ready."

Namor's lips curled into a faint, confident smirk. "Good. This one underestimates us. Let him learn the cost of his arrogance."

The winds howled as Sai’s speed reached its peak, creating a vortex that tugged at the edges of Kurama’s hair and Namor’s cape. The blur of movement was nearly imperceptible to Kurama, but Namor’s eyes tracked it with measured precision. His trident shifted subtly, a predator lying in wait.

Kurama's mind churned through possibilities. "Namor’s instincts are sharp, but Sai is fast—too fast for even him to fully predict. If I can disrupt Sai's rhythm at the right moment, it could give Namor the opening he needs." He adjusted his stance subtly, ready to act if necessary.

The circling blur began to tighten, the winds growing sharper as Sai’s strategy unfolded. The pressure was palpable, but neither Kurama nor Namor flinched. Instead, they stood as unyielding pillars amidst the storm.

Namor’s voice rang out, clear and commanding. "Now!"

The Atlantean king thrust his trident forward with explosive force, the "Five Thousand Tile True Thrust" tearing through the vortex with a sound like cannon fire. The sheer power of the attack disrupted the whirlwind, sending shockwaves rippling outward.

Kurama seized the opportunity, leaping back to avoid the aftermath while keeping his sharp gaze on Namor and their opponent. The clash of Namor's unrelenting power against the storm of speed was a sight to behold, the battlefield quaking under the force of their confrontation.

As the dust and debris settled, Kurama’s voice broke the silence. "Your timing was impeccable, Namor. I expected nothing less."

Namor turned his gaze to Kurama, his expression as regal as ever. "And your composure under pressure is admirable. Stay vigilant. If he adapts, I’ll need your insight."

Kurama nodded, his mind already analyzing the next steps. "This is far from over, but Namor’s strength is a linchpin. If I can continue to read the flow of battle, we may yet seize victory."

The two stood in perfect accord, their resolve unshaken as they prepared for whatever came next.

 

[Lamby]

Kano Country - Lamby Edition #8
@Dream​

KANO COUNTRY
[Doctor Dennis Kurama and Namor McKenzie vs Don Sai] ​

Post 38 - @Lamby ​

The battlefield was a storm of chaos and precision. The dust had settled, but the tension hung heavy in the air. Namor stood tall, his trident poised like a monarch surveying his domain, while Kurama lingered slightly behind, his sharp green eyes narrowing as they tracked the blur that encircled them. The two warriors were a study in contrast—Namor's regal, commanding presence was unshakable, while Kurama's calculating gaze revealed a mind spinning rapidly to decipher their opponent's strategy.

Kurama's thoughts raced. "This speed... it's beyond my ability to track with precision. I can only sense the faintest disruption in the air. Namor, however, seems composed. He must be able to see it clearly—or at least clearer than I can." His fingers twitched, itching for a plan. "If we act separately, we'll be picked off. This requires synergy, precision, and trust."

Namor's voice cut through the din, steady yet imperious. "Kurama," he began, his tone brooking no argument. "Stand back but stay sharp. I’ll face him directly. This fight demands focus, and I prefer a one-on-one. However," his piercing gaze flicked to Kurama, "I trust you to support me if the opportunity arises."

Kurama blinked, momentarily taken aback, but quickly nodded. "Understood. I’ll stay ready."

Namor's lips curled into a faint, confident smirk. "Good. This one underestimates us. Let him learn the cost of his arrogance."

The winds howled as Sai’s speed reached its peak, creating a vortex that tugged at the edges of Kurama’s hair and Namor’s cape. The blur of movement was nearly imperceptible to Kurama, but Namor’s eyes tracked it with measured precision. His trident shifted subtly, a predator lying in wait.

Kurama's mind churned through possibilities. "Namor’s instincts are sharp, but Sai is fast—too fast for even him to fully predict. If I can disrupt Sai's rhythm at the right moment, it could give Namor the opening he needs." He adjusted his stance subtly, ready to act if necessary.

The circling blur began to tighten, the winds growing sharper as Sai’s strategy unfolded. The pressure was palpable, but neither Kurama nor Namor flinched. Instead, they stood as unyielding pillars amidst the storm.

Namor’s voice rang out, clear and commanding. "Now!"

The Atlantean king thrust his trident forward with explosive force, the "Five Thousand Tile True Thrust" tearing through the vortex with a sound like cannon fire. The sheer power of the attack disrupted the whirlwind, sending shockwaves rippling outward.

Kurama seized the opportunity, leaping back to avoid the aftermath while keeping his sharp gaze on Namor and their opponent. The clash of Namor's unrelenting power against the storm of speed was a sight to behold, the battlefield quaking under the force of their confrontation.

As the dust and debris settled, Kurama’s voice broke the silence. "Your timing was impeccable, Namor. I expected nothing less."

Namor turned his gaze to Kurama, his expression as regal as ever. "And your composure under pressure is admirable. Stay vigilant. If he adapts, I’ll need your insight."

Kurama nodded, his mind already analyzing the next steps. "This is far from over, but Namor’s strength is a linchpin. If I can continue to read the flow of battle, we may yet seize victory."

The two stood in perfect accord, their resolve unshaken as they prepared for whatever came next.

"Outstanding..." Mentally exclaimed Sai, the earth continued to shake from the might of Namor, King of the seas. The air was heavy from the newly erupted dust particles and the swirl of the brief tornado set into motion by Sai was whipped away with immeasurable precision and speed though, the attacks aim came a particularly strange interval. As Sai sprinted about them, the winding winds and clear showcase of speed was a test of his, he didn't predict Namor's movements but he was capable of holding himself so that he wouldn't sustain too much damage amidst such a powerful attack.

Sai lost his footing from the shockwave and fell on his backside however the cloud of dust and settling debris covered him.

"...Alas, I might've gone too far with my own plan. I got the information I sought, and now it's just fair game to take advantage of their respective strengths and weaknesses." He thought, as the dust cleared and the environment settled back to a comfortable slumber, both parties happened upon one another once more, Sai now stood tall and stoically after having been set on his bottom. A tense stalemate against mighty warriors, "The way they paired themselves is remarkable however now that I have a clear picture on their capabilities I can finally take them down." He mentally proclaimed, his face tensing in aggression. He lowered his spear and widely gripped it whilst entering a horse stance, he angled himself ever slightly to diagonally lead his torso whilst also keeping his legs sufficiently free.

"Here I go..." He mentally declared once again, solidifying his resolve. Upon the release of a quick exhale --- He lept at his adversaries! Kurama would be slow to act however targetting him would leave him with the burden of dealing with Namor and so, he concucted a different approach.

5 steps into his sprint, the distance quickly shortening as nanoseconds fly by; he switched his forms, as a blur he cartwheeled once more. Becoming a top and effortlessly gliding across the earth, he came upon Namor and struck with his leading leg! Quickly hardening his limb, he mouthed--

"Hassaoken:... Bujaogen!"

Bujaogen (literally meaning "Military Leg Heel"): Sai kicks his target while emitting the Hasshoken shock wave. This allows him to shatter defense while kicking through his target.
Requirements: 100 Mastery, 100 Strength
Destructive Potency Rank: A

101-119: 4. City Block Level + A(3) + Armament Haki(2) = 9. Small Country Level

Slinging a powerful kick aimed for Namor's torso, it was a perfect way to start their confrontation; to keep him on his toes and to poke at his opponent from a safe distance. At light speed, his strike went it's way, air rushed and a shockwave engulfed the upper half of his leg as it reverbarated outwards. Only seconds after it's execution, would his voice echo and tell the tale of what it is, that was done.

 

[Hiei]

[KANO COUNTRY]​

Post 39 - @Lamby ​

The battlefield was still as Sai’s voice echoed, announcing his technique. Kurama stood several paces behind Namor, his sharp green eyes narrowing as he strained to follow the blur of movement. Despite his heightened senses, Sai’s speed rendered him nearly imperceptible—a ghostly presence darting across the terrain.

"He’s far too fast for me to track accurately," Kurama mused, his fingers subtly twitching as he calculated. "But Namor... he’s holding his ground with absolute confidence. He must see something I don’t. If I act rashly, I’ll only disrupt him. Support, then—precise and calculated."

Namor stood unyielding, his trident poised with the majesty of a king addressing a challenger. His piercing gaze followed Sai’s movements, the faintest flicker of amusement crossing his face.

"He’s testing me," Namor thought, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. "A futile effort. Let him come—I'll show him the folly of underestimating the King of Atlantis."

Sai’s blurred form coalesced as he launched himself forward, his powerful leg hardening with Busoshoku Haki as it swung toward Namor’s torso. The air split with a deafening crack, the force of the Hassaoken: Bujaogen kick generating a shockwave that rippled outward.

"Trident Prison"

Namor moved with regal precision. Namor hoped that one of his trident's prongs would catch Sai’s leg mid-strike, trapping it between them with a resounding clang. The impact was fierce, but Namor’s stance remained unshaken, his body radiating the strength of the ocean depths.

Spoiler: DPR

Sai's DPR = Small Country Level

Namor Str = 101 + (DPR S)/+4 + 2 Hardening = Large Country Level

Result = Attack is 1 DPR higher: Overwhelms the weaker attack but loses 5 DPR
Large Country Level - 5 DPR = Town Level

Spoiler: OOC

Trident Prison won't be causing any damage to Sai as its more of a counter-technique

“Foolish,” Namor intoned, his voice carrying a cold authority. His trident glowed faintly as he infused it with Busoshoku Haki, the energy coursing through the weapon like the tide. With a calculated twist of his wrists, he wrenched Sai’s trapped limb to the side, forcing the warrior off balance and leaving him exposed.

Kurama’s eyes gleamed, taking in the sequence with clinical precision. "Namor’s technique is flawless. He’s not just defending—he’s controlling the flow of the battle. If I can anticipate Sai’s next move, I can complement Namor’s counter."

Sai gritted his teeth as Namor pushed him back, his form momentarily destabilized. But the Atlantean king didn’t waste the opportunity. He followed up with a sweeping strike, the trident’s prongs slicing through the air with a force that threatened to shatter Sai’s guard entirely.

Kurama tensed, ready to intervene if needed. "Not yet," he told himself, his analytical mind racing. "Sai’s speed is still a factor. I’ll act the moment his focus wavers."

Sai’s eyes narrowed, his mind racing to recover from the unexpected counter. His speed had given him an edge in countless battles, but Namor’s unshakable composure and overwhelming strength posed a challenge unlike any he had faced before.

Namor’s voice cut through the momentary lull. “Kurama, stay sharp. He’s faster than you, but your mind is your weapon. If he tries to split his focus, exploit it.”

Kurama gave a small nod, his lips curling into a faint smile. “Understood, King of Atlantis. Let’s show him what happens when he underestimates his opponents.”

Namor’s smirk returned, his trident poised for the next exchange. “Indeed. Let him come.”

The air grew heavier as the two warriors prepared for the next clash, Kurama’s calculating gaze and Namor’s unshakable authority forming an unyielding front against Sai’s relentless speed. The battle was far from over, but the balance of power had begun to shift.

 

[Lamby]

Kano Country - Lamby Edition #9
@Dream​

[KANO COUNTRY]​

Post 39 - @Lamby ​

The battlefield was still as Sai’s voice echoed, announcing his technique. Kurama stood several paces behind Namor, his sharp green eyes narrowing as he strained to follow the blur of movement. Despite his heightened senses, Sai’s speed rendered him nearly imperceptible—a ghostly presence darting across the terrain.

"He’s far too fast for me to track accurately," Kurama mused, his fingers subtly twitching as he calculated. "But Namor... he’s holding his ground with absolute confidence. He must see something I don’t. If I act rashly, I’ll only disrupt him. Support, then—precise and calculated."

Namor stood unyielding, his trident poised with the majesty of a king addressing a challenger. His piercing gaze followed Sai’s movements, the faintest flicker of amusement crossing his face.

"He’s testing me," Namor thought, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. "A futile effort. Let him come—I'll show him the folly of underestimating the King of Atlantis."

Sai’s blurred form coalesced as he launched himself forward, his powerful leg hardening with Busoshoku Haki as it swung toward Namor’s torso. The air split with a deafening crack, the force of the Hassaoken: Bujaogen kick generating a shockwave that rippled outward.

"Trident Prison"

Namor moved with regal precision. Namor hoped that one of his trident's prongs would catch Sai’s leg mid-strike, trapping it between them with a resounding clang. The impact was fierce, but Namor’s stance remained unshaken, his body radiating the strength of the ocean depths.

Spoiler: DPR

Sai's DPR = Small Country Level

Namor Str = 101 + (DPR S)/+4 + 2 Hardening = Large Country Level

Result = Attack is 1 DPR higher: Overwhelms the weaker attack but loses 5 DPR
Large Country Level - 5 DPR = Town Level

Spoiler: OOC

Trident Prison won't be causing any damage to Sai as its more of a counter-technique

“Foolish,” Namor intoned, his voice carrying a cold authority. His trident glowed faintly as he infused it with Busoshoku Haki, the energy coursing through the weapon like the tide. With a calculated twist of his wrists, he wrenched Sai’s trapped limb to the side, forcing the warrior off balance and leaving him exposed.

Kurama’s eyes gleamed, taking in the sequence with clinical precision. "Namor’s technique is flawless. He’s not just defending—he’s controlling the flow of the battle. If I can anticipate Sai’s next move, I can complement Namor’s counter."

Sai gritted his teeth as Namor pushed him back, his form momentarily destabilized. But the Atlantean king didn’t waste the opportunity. He followed up with a sweeping strike, the trident’s prongs slicing through the air with a force that threatened to shatter Sai’s guard entirely.

Kurama tensed, ready to intervene if needed. "Not yet," he told himself, his analytical mind racing. "Sai’s speed is still a factor. I’ll act the moment his focus wavers."

Sai’s eyes narrowed, his mind racing to recover from the unexpected counter. His speed had given him an edge in countless battles, but Namor’s unshakable composure and overwhelming strength posed a challenge unlike any he had faced before.

Namor’s voice cut through the momentary lull. “Kurama, stay sharp. He’s faster than you, but your mind is your weapon. If he tries to split his focus, exploit it.”

Kurama gave a small nod, his lips curling into a faint smile. “Understood, King of Atlantis. Let’s show him what happens when he underestimates his opponents.”

Namor’s smirk returned, his trident poised for the next exchange. “Indeed. Let him come.”

The air grew heavier as the two warriors prepared for the next clash, Kurama’s calculating gaze and Namor’s unshakable authority forming an unyielding front against Sai’s relentless speed. The battle was far from over, but the balance of power had begun to shift.

Sai continued to grit his teeth in discontent, his leg pained him however he didn't suffer any grave injuries. His kick echo strength and power, however it seems that Namor possessed strength to provide an equilibrium amidst the two fighters. He glared at Namor, momentarily, his focus flickered and fell upon Kurama the red haired adversary who had fallen behind in their scuffle. " 'Kurama', quite the name, he's been held up behind the Trident men all this time and I can see why. I knew why the very second the battle had begun, I tested them with the tornado."

"It's shameful to have my technique deflected like this, but it's expected considering how much times I've continuously used it. I can't always hide myself behind the facade of safety, I can blind sight Kurama with relative ease but that leaves Trident guy-- Wait, that's it!" Concluded sigh, the tense situation bore down on the whims of his own whit. He was--- desaparate, but never did he neglect the stakes this battle had presented. He could risk being struck down by Namor but also gaining the upperhand by dwindling the numbers.

"I can bait out the Trident Guy!" He excitedly exclaimed in thought, his once stress ridden teeth grit, loosened and slowly turned into a smile. He was happy but also worrysome.

"Each time we're being forced back to a deadlock, I presume they're at a strength and overall phyiscal-ability disadvantage. Judging from the way they've approached my advances, if I bait the Trident Guy into attacking me and then dodge at the last second to whip-lash with an immediate counter, I can then take out 'Kurama'. Simple in theory but execution as a compeltely different ball game, I don't have time to ponder all the possibilities instead, I'll just have to throw myself in harms way and hope I don't mess it up." He thought, the tense deadlock had it's air lightened and changed; not just due to opposing sides waiting for the other to make the first move but due to Sai's smile. He had kept it althroughout his time spent pondering.

A smile can convey a multitude of thoughts and feelings; pleasure and excitement, it could also even be used in the process of deception whereas each individual is conditioned to believe in one answer when it is indirectly another-- whether the semantics seemed plausible or not, Don Sai had a plan he wished to enact and he possessed the skill to do so. Once again, He dashed at the duo! His sub-relativistic speed would overwhelm Kurama's perception but still keep him in tracking range of Namor! Namor had all the time to act but the distance between the two groups was too great to allow for any large windows, Don Sai wished to force a quick situation onto him--- a dilemma!

Effortlessly he glided along the battlefield with each step too quick for the eyes to track, he carried his halberd with finesse; collecting his momentum he stabbed the blunt-head of his weapon's hilt into the floor! He revealed his position, situated on Kurama's exposed side slightly behind him in a hard to reach blind spot, he pronged himself up, utilizing all muscles with his body he girded his leg. He hardened it--- He swung about the polearm from slightly above Kurama's head aiming to execute a Hassoken kick, his acceleration allowed him to achieve Light speed as he "overcommitted" to the act!

"C'mon now--- Take the bait!"

He pondered and hoped in the moments he had---

Will Namor take the bait? Or Will fate decide otherwise?
Stats of the kick if Namor intervenes at an interval that throws off Don Sai's timing:
- DPR: 101-119: 4. City Block Level + Armament Haki(2) + D(0) = 6. City Level
Attack Speed (Haosshoken): 120 Light Speed

If Namor takes the bait, next post will explain what happens

 

[Hiei]

[KANO COUNTRY]​

Post 40 - @Lamby ​

Kurama’s mind raced as he assessed the battlefield, his crimson eyes narrowing at the blur of motion that was Don Sai. The speed was staggering, far beyond what his senses could track. The edges of his vision tingled with strain as he tried to anticipate Sai’s movements, but he knew the truth: he was at a severe disadvantage.

Namor, however, stood firm. The Atlantean’s sharp gaze followed Sai’s darting figure with precision, his years of battle-hardened experience and natural reflexes allowing him to keep pace. The heat of the skirmish had begun to take its toll, but it also provided an opportunity. Beads of sweat formed on Namor’s skin, a testament to the intensity of the confrontation. As Sai darted to one side, Namor seized the moment.

“Yabusame!” Namor declared, his voice resonating with authority. The sweat that had accumulated on his arms from the grueling exchange was now his weapon. With a swift, deliberate motion, Namor hurled droplets of sweat into the air. His immense strength and precise technique transformed the tiny beads into deadly projectiles, their kinetic force turning them into sharp, piercing arrows that streaked toward Sai with unerring accuracy. As the droplets flew, they darkened and hardened, coated in the unmistakable sheen of Busoshoku Haki, amplifying their lethality.

Spoiler: Namor DPR/Clash

Kurama = City Block Level + Yabasume (DPR A+ 3) + CoA +2 = Small Country Level

Don Sai = City Level vs Kurama = Small Country Level

Result = Attack is 3 DPR higher: Overwhelms the weaker attack but loses 2~DPR
Small Country - 2 DPR = Mountain Level heading towards Don Sai

The battlefield seemed to pause as the shimmering, Haki-hardened arrows of liquid tore through the air, their trajectory guided by Namor’s unparalleled skill. Kurama, though unable to fully track the exchange, recognized the tactical brilliance in Namor’s move. The use of his own sweat as a weapon was both resourceful and emblematic of the Atlantean king’s mastery over combat.

Namor’s calculated strike was not merely an attack; it was a message. His regal bearing and unrelenting resolve radiated a warning to Sai: this battle would not be won through speed alone. Kurama, observing Namor’s composure and ingenuity, felt a surge of determination. While he might not match Sai’s speed, he would not stand idly by.

“Demon Rose Spiraling Thorn Attack!” Kurama called out, his voice sharp and focused. With a swift motion, he unfurled his rose whip, the weapon spiraling through the air in a deadly, elegant arc. The whip’s thorns glinted as it slashed toward Sai, aiming to capitalize on the distraction caused by Namor’s Yabusame. The spiraling motion of the attack created a wide, sweeping range, designed to ensnare and strike with precision. The whip, too, was imbued with Busoshoku Haki, its thorns now gleaming with an otherworldly black luster that promised devastation upon contact.

Spoiler: Kurama DPR

Kurama = Large Building Level + Demon Rose Spiraling Thorn Attack (DPR A/+3) + CoA Hardening +2 = Island Level

Together, the two Haki-hardened attacks converged on Sai, a seamless combination of Namor’s raw power and Kurama’s calculated precision. The battlefield was alive with motion and energy, the air thick with the tension of their coordinated assault.

 

[Lamby]

Kano Country - Lamby Edition #10
@Malekith​

[KANO COUNTRY]​

Post 40 - @Lamby ​

Kurama’s mind raced as he assessed the battlefield, his crimson eyes narrowing at the blur of motion that was Don Sai. The speed was staggering, far beyond what his senses could track. The edges of his vision tingled with strain as he tried to anticipate Sai’s movements, but he knew the truth: he was at a severe disadvantage.

Namor, however, stood firm. The Atlantean’s sharp gaze followed Sai’s darting figure with precision, his years of battle-hardened experience and natural reflexes allowing him to keep pace. The heat of the skirmish had begun to take its toll, but it also provided an opportunity. Beads of sweat formed on Namor’s skin, a testament to the intensity of the confrontation. As Sai darted to one side, Namor seized the moment.

“Yabusame!” Namor declared, his voice resonating with authority. The sweat that had accumulated on his arms from the grueling exchange was now his weapon. With a swift, deliberate motion, Namor hurled droplets of sweat into the air. His immense strength and precise technique transformed the tiny beads into deadly projectiles, their kinetic force turning them into sharp, piercing arrows that streaked toward Sai with unerring accuracy. As the droplets flew, they darkened and hardened, coated in the unmistakable sheen of Busoshoku Haki, amplifying their lethality.

Spoiler: Namor DPR/Clash

Kurama = City Block Level + Yabasume (DPR A+ 3) + CoA +2 = Small Country Level

Don Sai = City Level vs Kurama = Small Country Level

Result = Attack is 3 DPR higher: Overwhelms the weaker attack but loses 2~DPR
Small Country - 2 DPR = Mountain Level heading towards Don Sai

The battlefield seemed to pause as the shimmering, Haki-hardened arrows of liquid tore through the air, their trajectory guided by Namor’s unparalleled skill. Kurama, though unable to fully track the exchange, recognized the tactical brilliance in Namor’s move. The use of his own sweat as a weapon was both resourceful and emblematic of the Atlantean king’s mastery over combat.

Namor’s calculated strike was not merely an attack; it was a message. His regal bearing and unrelenting resolve radiated a warning to Sai: this battle would not be won through speed alone. Kurama, observing Namor’s composure and ingenuity, felt a surge of determination. While he might not match Sai’s speed, he would not stand idly by.

“Demon Rose Spiraling Thorn Attack!” Kurama called out, his voice sharp and focused. With a swift motion, he unfurled his rose whip, the weapon spiraling through the air in a deadly, elegant arc. The whip’s thorns glinted as it slashed toward Sai, aiming to capitalize on the distraction caused by Namor’s Yabusame. The spiraling motion of the attack created a wide, sweeping range, designed to ensnare and strike with precision. The whip, too, was imbued with Busoshoku Haki, its thorns now gleaming with an otherworldly black luster that promised devastation upon contact.

Spoiler: Kurama DPR

Kurama = Large Building Level + Demon Rose Spiraling Thorn Attack (DPR A/+3) + CoA Hardening +2 = Island Level

Together, the two Haki-hardened attacks converged on Sai, a seamless combination of Namor’s raw power and Kurama’s calculated precision. The battlefield was alive with motion and energy, the air thick with the tension of their coordinated assault.

Marvellous, a release of extreme precision and power and marvel to their abilities. An obviosu bait it seems, being thwarted and cast aside by Namor the king of the sea. He bombarded Sai with a flurry of haki arrows, clashing with his leg and propelling him off course but that wasn't the last of it-- He was wide open! Sai clenched his teeth in surprise, his leg was halted and the remaining flurry struck him directly on his torso!

Durability vs Attack: 101-119: 6. City Level vs 120: 7. Mountain Level
Verdict: DPR 1 higher than dura: quite effective

"I'm sluggish-" He briefly coughed, as the weighted water bullet sunk into his bare skin sending him tumbling towards the ground. He rolled on the ground and down came Kurama's retaliation, in Sai's moment of weakness he capitalized! Though, their opponent was tough, yes he had made a grave mistake and now he began to suffer for it, he was still at the physical advantage. His natural sense of speed was on a much higher interval than the two facing him.

He looked over shoulder in the time he had, perceiving Kurama's attack and so he quickly guarded himself! He imbued his entire body with armament haki and took the hit head on!

Durability: 101-119: 6. City Level + Hardening(1) = 120: 7. Mountain Level
Durability vs Attack: 120: 7. Mountain Level vs 8. Island Level
Verdict: DPR 1 higher than dura: quite effective

And he was pummeled, beaten into the dirt once again by Kurama's swift addition to the battle. Sai smacked into the floor, the ground underneathe crushed under the pressure of the kinetic energy, it cracked like glass and dust surged all about him-- but he was alive. He was alive and kicking, he was harshly punished for trying to toy with his adversaries. "Dammit-" He groaned, his back stung from Kurama's elegant thorn whip. "I felt it even through my armament haki," he groaned once again.

"That makes another failure, right now I just look stupid. Repeatedly rushing in on my opponents trying to force them to attack and then being sent back to an uncomfortable stalement-- I'm glad this happened to me. It reminds me of my time training with grandpa, the most important decision in a warrior's life is making the right decisions." He thought, slowly he rose back to his feet and his armament haki quickly dissipated from over his entre body. "I shouldn't rush in on these guys so recklessly, I have the advantage here. This isn't some conceit fogging up my mind, their physical inferior to I am. So I shouldn't worry too much--"

He let off a manly sigh, turning to face Namor and Kurama once more. With nothing else in mind, he activated his observation haki. He lifted his polearm and twirled it with expert levelled precision-- and he dashed at them once more, "I'll take you on!" He declared loudly for them to hear! At sub-relativistic speeds he closed in, with a new stratagem; to beat them senseless in fast paced combat!

 

[Hiei]

[KANO COUNTRY]​

Post 41 - @Lamby ​

Kurama’s eyes narrowed, his crimson irises flickering with an eerie glint as he studied the battlefield with surgical precision. The air was thick with tension, a silent pressure hanging over the combatants like an unseen force. Every breath, every subtle shift in movement, was scrutinized and stored away in the recesses of his mind, ready to be analyzed and weaponized. Something had changed in the flow of battle—an imperceptible shift that only the most attuned could detect.

He adjusted his grip on the thorned whip wrapped around his wrist, the familiar texture grounding him. His mind moved at an unfathomable speed, piecing together possible outcomes, searching for an opening, calculating his options down to the finest detail. ‘No wasted movements,’ he thought. ‘No unnecessary risks.’

Opposite him, Namor stood unshaken, his presence commanding, his expression one of ironclad resolve. Arms crossed over his chest, he exuded an aura of absolute confidence—not arrogance, but the certainty of a warrior who had carved his legend into the annals of history. The king of the sea had seen countless battles, had waged war against both gods and men, and had emerged each time as the unwavering protector of Atlantis. He did not tolerate hesitation. He did not entertain weakness.

His piercing gaze locked onto the battle before him, watching, analyzing. The way the enemy moved, the minute details of their stance, the subtle twitches of their muscles—Namor absorbed it all in an instant, his mind processing combat at a speed beyond human comprehension. ‘Show me what you are made of,’ he thought, an amused smirk barely tugging at the corner of his lips.

Then, the battlefield erupted.

Kurama’s honed instincts screamed at him, his body stiffening as the sheer force of combat fractured the air itself. His eyes struggled to keep up, tracking only blurred shadows and distorted afterimages. Too fast. The level of speed on display was unlike anything he had experienced firsthand—blinding, relentless, overwhelming.

Spoiler: CoO (Awareness)

Awareness: 55 (Kurama)

The user can sense anything within (Mastery x 2) meters of themselves when CoO is activated. Adds sensing emotions, killing intent, power level, and general health.

55 x 2 = 110 meters

‘No... I can’t rely on sight alone,’ he reminded himself, suppressing a flicker of frustration. His mind was his greatest weapon, not his raw speed. He didn’t need to see the attacks as they happened—he only needed to understand their patterns, their rhythm. If brute force and speed dictated the battle, then calculation and misdirection would be his weapons.

Namor, however, saw everything.

The Atlantean king moved before instinct could even register, his battle-hardened reflexes igniting like a storm unleashed. The razor-sharp edge of his Haki flared to life, granting him a clarity that few could achieve. He did not simply react—he anticipated. His muscles coiled, the latent strength within them surging to the surface as he braced himself for the oncoming clash.

Spoiler: CoO (Precognition)

Namor = Precognition: 100 and Reaction Speed: 101

The user has increased reaction speed (Mastery x 0.1) within (Mastery x 0.4) meters of themselves when CoO is activated.

100 x 0.1 = 100 + 10 = 110
100 x 0.4 = 100 + 40 = 140

‘Tch. Just barely,’ he thought, his jaw tightening. Even with his honed senses, the speed before him was a challenge. It was not often that he found himself needing to exert effort to track an opponent. It irritated him—and yet, it excited him.

No hesitation. No retreat. Namor had made his choice the moment battle began.

With an almost primal growl, he launched himself forward, meeting the charge head-on. There was no fear, no uncertainty—only the raw, unyielding will of a warrior who had ruled the seas and fought gods without bending. He was not one to sidestep conflict. He met it, consumed it, and crushed it beneath the weight of his power. This was how kings fought.

Kurama, ever the tactician, seized the opportunity with ruthless efficiency. His mind sharpened, his focus absolute. Speed was not his advantage, but that did not matter. He did not chase the enemy—he controlled the battlefield. The pieces were already moving, falling into place in his mind like an intricate puzzle.

‘You think in the moment,’ he noted coldly, watching carefully. ‘I think beyond it.’

Kurama struck—not where his enemy stood, but where he would be. He did not need to match their speed. He only needed them to make a mistake.

The battlefield erupted once more, the collision of warriors reaching its next deadly phase.

 

[Lamby]

Kano Country #11
@Malekith​

The battle had escalated, moving forwards like a stampede with no aim to cease. Don Sai faced his opposition head on, now employing the universal "power-up" honed and developed by many across the seas. This power up was none other than Haki, the deciding factor that held more than enough power to conquer the world if refined enough. Don Sai was not one of the many strong fighters scattered abroad, instead he was a martial artist taught by his grandfather who had wished for an heir to their secret arts.

Namor met him head on, erupting their fued into a confrontation of the mighty. The winds rushed as Sai moved nigh the speed of light, within a fraction of a second Namor did the same and they bore their fangs on the enclosed space upon the battlefield.

"Bujaogen!!"
His observation Haki rang intensely, giving him a clean perception of his battlefield through detecting emotions and presences, his refinery had gotten to such a degree that utilizing his detection of emotions, he could cleanly read the intent behind his opponents movements. Reading their subconscious before their body could follow through with the act, thus giving him a bit of precognition but how well would that last him here?

He hardened his leg and thrusted, intercepting Namor's head on charge with an aggressive turn of his own! With a powerful shockwave of air, echoing outwards like a canon; effortlessly shattering the sound barrier and encroaching upon the speed of light, he sent his leg straight ahead of himself!

Bujaogen (literally meaning "Military Leg Heel"): Sai kicks his target while emitting the Hasshoken shock wave. This allows him to shatter defense while kicking through his target.
61-100 Mastery: Destructive potency: A

DPR: 101-119: 4. City Block Level + A(3) + Hardening(2) = 9. Small Country Level

 

[Hiei]

[KANO COUNTRY]​

Post 42 - @Lamby​

The air was thick with tension, the battlefield carved from the aftermath of clashing wills. Namor stood, his regal presence unshaken, while Kurama observed, mind working in layers beneath his composed exterior. They moved as twin harbingers of destruction, their methods distinct yet complementary—one, a force of nature, the other, an intricate web of calculations.

The space between them blurred, Namor surging forward with all the fury of the ocean depths. His speed was a statement of dominion, a declaration of authority that left little room for opposition.

Kurama's eyes flickered, absorbing the movements with an intellect as sharp as a blade. 'Too fast to counter directly... adaptation must be immediate.' .... His feet barely shifted, his stance adjusting in precise increments, allowing the energy of the battlefield to feed into his next decision. He did not react blindly—he predicted, dissecting the nature of his opponent’s movements and restructuring his responses before the moment arrived.

Namor’s eyes locked onto his target, a silent decree forming in his mind. 'Positioning… angles… my strength must force him into a corner before he sets his trap. ' .... There was no hesitation in his strikes, only the relentless push of a king who refused to yield as he imbued busoshoku haki into his trident as he then slammed it directly at the direction of Don Sai's torso.

" Sea Surface Splitter "

Spoiler: DPR Clash

Sea Surface Splitter: Using a trident slam, the user can split the very ocean itself in order to send a shock wave to attack an enemy.
- DPR: A, requires 71 Cursed Trident, Neptune, 71 Strength
Namor = DPR: 101-119: 4. City Block Level + A(3) + Hardening(2) = 9. Small Country Level

Don Sai = DPR: 101-119: 4. City Block Level + A(3) + Hardening(2) = 9. Small Country Level


Result = Equal DPR: Attacks cancel each other out, though the area around the clash may still take damage.

Kurama inhaled, exhaling in a steady rhythm, fingers flexing at his sides. He knew the art of patience, the cruel game of deception. He allowed Namor’s presence to overshadow the field, allowing the illusion of dominance. ' He will press forward, seeking a decisive blow, unaware that each step leads to the edge of my design. '

The clash came without mercy. The sheer velocity forced the air into violent bursts, splitting through the battlefield in shockwaves. Kurama pivoted at the last moment, reducing the force of impact to a mere whisper against his frame, while his mind mapped out every possible scenario. 'Seven steps from now, the balance shifts. '

Kurama began to flick and whip is Demon Rose Whip from left to right what was being tossed using the whip were small circular items.

Namor’s muscles coiled, adjusting mid-motion. ' His reactions are too precise. He is not reacting—he is constructing the future of this battle even as it unfolds. '

A flicker of energy coursed through the space between them. Namor’s assault did not cease, nor did Kurama’s weaving counterpoints. Each movement was a note in a symphony, and within ten exchanges, the composition had already reached its climax.

Kurama’s lips barely moved as he whispered to himself, “Three turns left.”

Namor felt it too. The inevitability. The culmination of battle, a tide turning towards the end. But he did not stop. He would see it through. 'Victory must be absolute. '

The final moments approached. The trap was set, the pieces arranged. All that remained was the fall.

And it would come swiftly.

 

[Lamby]

Kano Country - Lamby Edition #12
@Malekith​

The battlefield thrummed with energy, but Don Sai felt none of the weight pressing in around him. His blood was alive with the thrill of combat, the fire of his lineage roaring through his veins. His stance was firm, his confidence unshaken. This was his domain—the heat of battle, where strength dictated fate.

He had fought warriors of renown before. Men who boasted of their might. But few had faced the iron of his Hasshoken and walked away unscathed. Fewer still had the audacity to stand before him as equals.

And yet, Namor and Kurama stood.

Sai wasted no time. His foot dug into the earth, the muscles in his legs coiling before he shot forward like a warhead. His speed tore through the space between them, his form a blur of motion. The air cracked in his wake, the force of his Hasshoken surging from his limbs.

Namor reacted, his movements sharp, deliberate. But not fast enough.

Sai’s fist crashed toward him—a blow meant to rattle his core, to remind him who he was facing. A king or not, no throne could withstand the power of the Happo Navy.

Yet the moment his strike met flesh, resistance surged. Sai felt it. The raw force, the unyielding pressure of Namor’s counterbalance. A warrior’s response—unyielding, proud. Sai grinned.

"Good!" he barked, twisting his body, momentum shifting in an instant. His leg snapped upward, Hasshoken resonating through his heel. The air pulsed, his foot aiming to drive into Namor’s ribs and send him hurtling.

But before impact, Namor had already adjusted, his reaction a hair faster than Sai expected. A hand rose, intercepting the kick with force that sent vibrations through Sai’s very bones. The moment of contact forced Sai’s mind into instant calculation. Strong. Durable. Unrelenting.

Yet he didn’t waver. Didn’t falter.

With the instincts of a born fighter, he disengaged, shifting his stance. He let himself drop, twisting low to bring another strike upward. Precision. Power. A warrior’s will.

And yet—

Namor was already moving, his body anticipating the attack. Sai barely had time to register the shift before a counterstrike tore through his guard. A crushing force slammed into his side, sending a jolt through his core. Sai grit his teeth, his jaw locking as he righted himself mid-air. His boots skidded against the earth as he landed, breath steady despite the impact.

Not bad.

Sai rolled his shoulders, shaking off the sting. He wasn’t about to let this turn into a battle of attrition. The only path was forward, through sheer force and unwavering momentum.

His eyes flicked to Kurama for only a moment. The fox barely moved, yet Sai could feel something lurking beneath that stillness. Calculating. Waiting.

Sai exhaled through his nose, pushing aside the thought. No matter what schemes played in the mind of that strategist, it wouldn't change the truth of this fight.

The next exchange was his.

And he would make it count.

 

[Hiei]

[KANO COUNTRY]​

Post 43 - @Lamby​

The battlefield thrummed with energy, but neither Namor nor Kurama allowed themselves to be swept up in its chaos. Every motion was deliberate, every response measured. Namor met each strike with the unwavering force of his regal might, while Kurama remained still, his presence a quiet contrast to the battle’s fury.

Sai's movements blurred before Kurama’s eyes—too fast for him to follow with precision. His senses picked up only fragments, shifts in the air, the echoes of impact between Namor’s counterstrikes and Sai’s relentless assault. It was a tempo beyond his natural perception, but Kurama had never relied on brute force alone.

Instead, his focus lay elsewhere.

Beneath the cover of clashing blows and shifting footwork, Kurama’s fingers subtly flicked across the battlefield. Tiny, unassuming seeds, no larger than a fingernail, dispersed with each calculated movement. Pop Greens—dormant for now, but positioned exactly where they needed to be. He had started the process from the moment Sai made his opening charge, his sleight of hand concealed beneath the veil of Namor’s engagement.

‘Faster than my eyes can track. Unfortunate. But speed alone does not dictate victory. All things have patterns. Even chaos has its rhythm.’

Kurama remained statuesque, seemingly an observer rather than a participant. His mind worked in layers, analyzing Sai’s trajectory, his preferred angles of attack. The fighter’s relentless forward momentum was an inevitability Kurama could exploit.

A memory surfaced—one that had been carefully planned before the battle had even begun.

Spoiler: Flashback

Kurama sat in the dim light of their shared quarters, hands steepled before him. Across from him, Namor stood with arms crossed, an expression of stoic contemplation.

“He will push forward,” Kurama had stated with certainty. “His style demands it. It is a necessity of his combat philosophy.”

Namor’s gaze remained impassive. “And?”

“And,” Kurama had continued, “I can use that against him. But I require time and positioning.”

Namor exhaled sharply, more an acknowledgment than a question. He understood. He always did. “So you intend to let him dictate the pace?”

“Only in appearance.” A faint smile. “What he sees as momentum will merely be the noose tightening.”

Namor had said nothing more, merely nodding. A warrior and a strategist—different languages, but speaking the same truth.

Back in the present, Kurama exhaled slowly, allowing himself a moment of satisfaction as Sai unwittingly approached the first cluster of planted seeds. The trap had been set from the very first move, and the pieces were falling into place. The rhythm was predictable now—Sai’s aggression would not allow him to retreat.

‘A step more… then it begins.’

Namor, unaware of the specifics but attuned to Kurama’s schemes, adjusted his footwork subtly. He would act as the hammer to Kurama’s unseen snare.

The battle had never been about speed or strength.

It had always been about control.

And Kurama held the strings.

 

[Lamby]

Kano Country - Lamby Edition #13
@Malekith​

"They're eating me alive," he briefly thought. Noting Namor's ferocity, the Atlantean king positioned himself. Keenly minding his footwork to imply a sutble shift, as for Don Sai he was prepared for a counter attack. Having been mercilessly whipped by Kurama, he withheld himself and delayed his strike. "I kinda wished I had a dance partner that wasn't split in two."

He swung his polearm in an upwards arc, following through with his previous motion but not letting it's momentum go to waste. Just like his grandfather, who had ministered his journey in martial arts, he was extremely proficient in the martial art and therefore almost every strike he had was lethal, to a certain extent. He followed through forcing his polearm overhead and jabbing it's bladed head into the earth, he lifted his lower body and contorted off the ground, shifting his weight to softly bend his polearm's long body. He swung about, quickly completely a 360 horizontal spin--

"Hasshoken Ogi--"
He swiveled, and performed a well-seasoned split.;Namor, the atlantean power house leading the two to march forwards in this horrific tango was the current target. He pulled the polearm from the earth, giving him a short lunge thanks to the built up rotational-momentum and he released his leg at blinding speeds bringing it down on Namor's head. His non-leading leg would make contact with the ground a short-moment after he had released his strike, thus allowing him to retain a bit of his foundation whilst driving all the force onto his opponent!

Hasshoken Ogi: Kiryu Kirikugi (literally meaning "Eight Impacts Fist Secret Technique: Drill Dragon Drill Nail"): The Hasshoken secret technique bestowed upon his leg upon proving his might against his predecessor. Sai performs cartwheels while imbuing his leg with Busoshoku Haki, and then performs a kick with vibrations emitting from said leg.
Requirements: 61 mastery, 61 strength, 61 haki
Destructive Potency Rank: A
101-119: 4. City Block Level + Armament (2) + A(3) = 9. Small Country Level

"--Kiryu Kirikugi!"
His might overflowing upon the king of the sea, to push himself out of the tough corner!

 

[Hiei]

[KANO COUNTRY]​

Post 44 - @Lamby​

Namor barely needed to react. His instincts, honed from centuries of battle, had already dictated his course of action before Sai’s attack fully took form. The subtle shift in his stance had been a calculated ploy—a misdirection meant to lure his opponent into overcommitting. And Sai had taken the bait.

The air shuddered as Sai's Hasshoken-infused kick descended upon him, a devastating force that could rattle even the most formidable adversaries. But Namor was neither caught off guard nor willing to be moved. The moment the strike closed in, the ocean’s fury surged within him. A torrent of water gathered at the tip of his trident, coalescing into a spiraling mass of devastating pressure, glowing faintly as Armament Haki infused it with unyielding might.

“Mighty Reliant Piercing.”

A powerful water shockwave erupted forward, piercing through the very air, colliding with Sai’s descending strike. The sheer force of impact sent vibrations rippling through the battlefield as the piercing wave countered Sai’s Hasshoken resonance. The clash was brief, yet decisive—the superior force won out, and Namor's shockwave drove through, overpowering the martial artist’s assault in an instant.

Spoiler: DPR Clash

Namor = City Block Level + DPR S = +4 + CoA/Hardening + 2 = Large Country Level
Don Sai = DPR = Small Country Level

Result = Attack is 1 DPR higher: Overwhelms the weaker attack but loses 5 DPR
Large Country Level - 5 DPR = Town Level

Kurama watched intently, his emerald eyes narrowing as he read the battlefield with meticulous precision. He had already begun executing his own strategy while Namor handled the brunt of Sai’s force. The moment Namor's counter landed, Kurama acted.

With a single flick of his wrist, his rose whip lashed out.

“Demon Rose Spiraling Thorn Attack.”

The thorned weapon coiled through the air like a serpent, slicing into Sai’s flank with ruthless precision. A spiraling motion ensured that the countless razor-sharp thorns raked against his target’s body, leaving deep gashes in their wake. Kurama did not allow his opponent even a moment of respite. Every strike was calculated, not just to injure, but to push Sai into the exact position he wanted.

His fingers twitched subtly, and scattered across the battlefield, seeds took root. They had been placed there from the very beginning, hidden beneath the chaos of combat. Now, with a soft whisper under his breath, they blossomed.

“Demon Star Realm Bowing Grass.”

Spoiler: DPR

Spiraling Thron Attack DPR = Kurama (Large Building Level) + DPR A = +3 + CoA/Hardening = +2 = Island Level
Realm Bowing Grass DPR = Kurama (Large Building Level) + DPR B = +2 = Town Level (AoE, 20 meters)

The plants erupted forth, their mutated forms responding to the heat and movement of their prey. As if sensing the blood now seeping from Sai’s wounds, they lunged forward, their massive leaves snapping shut with the intention to crush their target whole. The battlefield itself had become a death trap, and Sai—unknowingly guided right into its heart—was now surrounded.

Kurama remained composed, his expression calm, but his mind was a whirlwind of calculations. Everything had led to this moment, a culmination of careful planning and precise execution. Even before the battle had begun, he and Namor had mapped out their strategy.

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In the dim light of their war council, Kurama had spoken first.

“He is fast. Far faster than I can perceive,” he had admitted, his fingers idly tracing the stem of a delicate rose. “A direct engagement would be unwise. But speed alone does not win battles. He can be funneled—guided into making mistakes.”

Namor, arms crossed, had nodded, his gaze firm. “He will push the attack. That much is certain. But he relies on momentum. If we stagger his pace, keep him reacting instead of leading, we force him into our rhythm.”

Kurama allowed himself a small smile. “I will lay the groundwork. He will not see it until it is too late.”

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And now, as the Demon Star Realm Bowing Grass closed in around Sai, as Namor stood firm and unyielding before him, as the battlefield turned against him with every breath—Kurama knew their plan had worked.

The trap had been sprung.

 

[Lamby]

Kano Country - Lamby Edition #14​

Kurama watched intently, his emerald eyes narrowing as he read the battlefield with meticulous precision. He had already begun executing his own strategy while Namor handled the brunt of Sai’s force. The moment Namor's counter landed, Kurama acted.

With a single flick of his wrist, his rose whip lashed out.

“Demon Rose Spiraling Thorn Attack.”

The thorned weapon coiled through the air like a serpent, slicing into Sai’s flank with ruthless precision. A spiraling motion ensured that the countless razor-sharp thorns raked against his target’s body, leaving deep gashes in their wake. Kurama did not allow his opponent even a moment of respite. Every strike was calculated, not just to injure, but to push Sai into the exact position he wanted.

His fingers twitched subtly, and scattered across the battlefield, seeds took root. They had been placed there from the very beginning, hidden beneath the chaos of combat. Now, with a soft whisper under his breath, they blossomed.

101-119: 6. City Level vs 120: 5. Town Level = DPR 1 below dura: somewhat effective

Although Namor perfectly countered Sai's aggressive approach, the reprocussions were too weak to push him to a prominent disadvantage; that would be had Kurama not intervened!

8. Island Level vs 101-119: 6. City Level = DPR 2 or more higher than dura: super effective
120: 5. Town Level vs 101-119: 6. City Level = DPR 1 below dura: somewhat effective

Kurama's Demon Rose Spiraling thorn attack tore through Sai's exposed flank. Completely capitalizing on his faulty decision making, his flesh torn, the haki coated brambled vine tore a gash in his side, he exclaimed in agony blood spewing from his side and anxiety creaping up his spine. He was prompted to move, but his wound staggered his frame!

"Dammit!" He exclaimed reaching to his side in an attempt to cover his wound. Mutated plants sprung from the ground beneathe him, reading his movements through body heat and expended blood due to Kurama's previous attack, the grabbed him and took him captive although their crushing jaws weren't as nearly capable of overpowering the young warrior however he is was in a precarious situation. Now wounded at his very core his poise and composure was fragile.

"I lost my cool, I can't maintain my observation Haki." He thought resisting the plant that had ensared him. "I really worked myself into a real bind. Walking into a battle without my advantage of numbers, I should have taken advantage of Kurama's lacking physicality. Now my sides torn wide open and I'm in the belly of some mutant plant." He complained, trying to keep himself from faltering. He was sweating bullets, he hardened his torso trying to keep himself stable, the agony of having his flank carved out really made it difficult to focus. Don Sai was not calm and therefore observation haki was out of the question, hardening his skin provided defence and stability but to escape from this snare seemed out of his reach.

It seemed as though Namor and Kurama had taken the advantageous turn in this confrontation.

 

[Hiei]

[KANO COUNTRY]​

Post 45 - @Lamby ​

Although Namor perfectly countered Sai's aggressive approach, the repercussions were too weak to push him to a prominent disadvantage; that would be had Kurama not intervened.

Kurama's Demon Rose Spiraling Thorn attack tore through Sai’s exposed flank. The razor-sharp brambles, coated in Haki, coiled through the air with surgical precision, exploiting the lapse in Sai’s movement. The scent of iron filled the battlefield as blood spilled from the wound, the thorned whip retracting in a fluid motion as though it had merely grazed the air.

Namor's stance remained firm, the momentum of his counter halted not by his own choice, but by the crack of the whip that slithered between them. His sharp eyes flicked toward Kurama, the irritation behind them apparent. Yet, beneath his displeasure was the undeniable awareness that the fox had not acted without reason.

Kurama exhaled softly, his gaze unwavering, reading every nuance in Namor’s expression. The Atlantean’s regal fury was palpable, but Kurama cared little for pride in this moment—his mind had already moved three steps ahead.

“That will be enough,” Kurama stated coolly, his voice cutting through the chaos of the battlefield like a whisper on glass. The brambles of his whip coiled around his wrist, ready to snap forward once more if necessary. He turned his attention fully toward Sai, his tone devoid of hostility yet weighted with quiet authority.

“I have no desire to see you broken. Your strength is worthy, and your tenacity commendable.” His emerald eyes gleamed, calculating. “A truce, then. I offer you respite—a cure for what is to come, and a restoration of your strength.”

Namor’s fingers tightened around his trident, the Atlantean’s muscles coiled as though he intended to ignore Kurama’s intervention. He did not suffer interruptions lightly, nor did he indulge in unnecessary negotiations when the scent of battle still lingered in the air. His pride demanded the fight be finished.

Kurama turned slightly, angling himself between Namor and his target without ever fully obstructing the Atlantean’s view. His movements, as fluid as shifting tides, bore no sign of urgency—only certainty.

“There is more to be gained from an ally than from a fallen foe,” he murmured, his voice as smooth as silk, yet edged with the unmistakable sharpness of someone who had already made his decision. “And if you insist otherwise, then by all means, continue.”

The challenge was unspoken but heavy.

Namor’s gaze flickered toward the wounded warrior ensnared by the Demon Star Realm Bowing Grass. The mutated plants writhed in response to every movement, sensing heat, pulse, and struggle. It was a cruel thing to watch—a fate neither swift nor honorable. And yet, for all his scorn toward surface dwellers, Namor was not a mindless butcher. He knew when a fight had shifted from conquest to something less worthy of his time.

A low exhale left his lips, though no words followed. He did not move, nor did he lower his weapon. But he did not strike.

Kurama, perceptive as ever, inclined his head slightly. “Wise.”

The battlefield, though still tense, now held a different kind of weight. The choice had been laid bare. What came next was no longer dictated by the heat of combat, but by the decisions of those who stood upon it.

 

[Lamby]

Kano Country - Lamby Edition #15
@Hiei​

“That will be enough,” Kurama stated coolly, his voice cutting through the chaos of the battlefield like a whisper on glass. The brambles of his whip coiled around his wrist, ready to snap forward once more if necessary. He turned his attention fully toward Sai, his tone devoid of hostility yet weighted with quiet authority.

“I have no desire to see you broken. Your strength is worthy, and your tenacity commendable.” His emerald eyes gleamed, calculating. “A truce, then. I offer you respite—a cure for what is to come, and a restoration of your strength.”

Namor’s fingers tightened around his trident, the Atlantean’s muscles coiled as though he intended to ignore Kurama’s intervention. He did not suffer interruptions lightly, nor did he indulge in unnecessary negotiations when the scent of battle still lingered in the air. His pride demanded the fight be finished.

Kurama turned slightly, angling himself between Namor and his target without ever fully obstructing the Atlantean’s view. His movements, as fluid as shifting tides, bore no sign of urgency—only certainty.

“There is more to be gained from an ally than from a fallen foe,” he murmured, his voice as smooth as silk, yet edged with the unmistakable sharpness of someone who had already made his decision. “And if you insist otherwise, then by all means, continue.”

"Well aren't you ostentaciously pompous!" Sai snarled in bitter audience to Kurama's words, especially since he was wrestling with both a grave injury and the ferocity of a mutant plant. "It leaves a bad taste in my mouth as is that I'm on the ropes like this, but to deliver an illusion of freedom in the midst of a forced and dire subjugation then acting merciful when you, mind you by a natural margin are the physically weakest link here is a bad image especially if you want to negotiate."

"You're smart though, I'll give you that." He added. Having taken the time to ruminate on the course of actions that had lead to his injury. "I've traded blows with your partner, his might is admirable and he will have my respect even if he decides to kill me but you-- You're scum. Your saving grace is your intellect had I gone for you from the very start, do you believe you'd have had the time to set all this up? Riding on the back of the might of Trident-Guy and then to confidently preach freedom as if you had earned that right?"

"Although spewing my insults doesn't make me any better than you, but in my final moments as a defender of this island I have a conviction to atleast let you know. You admire my strength and you offered an alliance and therefore-- UGH," he sharply exclaimed, his wound was pushing him to his limits, "--I will accept. I will accept the truce, a truce built upon trust is much better than one built by intimidation and subjugation. I admit my defeat." He delcared.

 

[Hiei]

[KANO COUNTRY]​

Post 46 - @Lamby ​

The battlefield was momentarily still, save for the rustling of Kurama’s vines constricting around their prey. The scent of blood and torn flesh lingered in the air, a stark reminder of the ruthless efficiency with which the fox demon had capitalized on the opening. Yet, as always, Kurama’s expression remained poised, his gaze calculating rather than cruel.

With a flick of his wrist, the thorned vines relaxed, their brambles retracting to lessen the strain on their captive. He reached into the folds of his robes and produced a small vial—its contents a potent remedy of his own making. Holding it out, he spoke with quiet precision, his voice as smooth as ever.

“Take this. It will mend your wounds and stabilize your condition.”

There was no gloating in his tone, no triumph in his crimson eyes—only a calculated understanding of what came next. Strength, after all, was a transient thing, and alliances were forged in moments of clarity. His gaze lingered, searching for understanding, and when it was met with silent acknowledgment, he simply nodded.

Namor stood nearby, arms crossed, his imposing form still radiating authority despite the battle’s conclusion. Though he had held his own against the warrior’s brutal attacks, he knew well enough that victory had come not by sheer force alone, but through the cunning intervention of his ally. He glanced at Kurama, his voice edged with begrudging respect.

“You handled that efficiently.”

Kurama’s lips curled slightly. “I prefer to end conflicts before they escalate beyond necessity.”

Namor gave a short huff, turning his gaze toward the broader battlefield. “You speak of necessity, yet mercy is a choice,” he remarked. “Still, it was the right call. We have more pressing matters.”

Kurama merely inclined his head in acknowledgment, the exchange between them needing no further elaboration. The tides of battle had shifted, and their attention was required elsewhere.

[NARRATOR'S VOICE]:
"In the battle that took place in the forest of Kano Country in a two on one, the victors were those of the Silver Hair Vampirate Pirates. Namor McKenzie and Dr. Dennis Kurama who managed to defeat Don Sai of Kano Country."


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A deep, electric tension coursed through the air as I stepped forward, my fingers tightening around my spear. Across from me, she stood tall, her weapon resting in her grip with effortless confidence. Yamato. Her presence alone was enough to spark the kind of thrill that set my blood alight—finally, a real fight.

The weight of the moment pressed down on us like a silent war drum, neither of us moving just yet, but every breath, every heartbeat, felt like a prelude to the inevitable clash. The anticipation was maddening, exhilarating. I could already tell—this wouldn’t be a battle of half-measures.

A grin tugged at the corner of my lips.

It was time.