Island Kano Country

Dream · Dec 20, 2024

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 · Jan 6, 2025

Kano Country - Lamby Edition #8
@Dream

Dream said:
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.

Dream · Jan 9, 2025

[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.

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

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.