[Konohagakure] Forty-Forth Training Ground (Forest of Death)

The white haired man seemed prepared for proper battle against the savior of the pair of twins. And unlike the previous hunts, he seemed to respect the battle from a place deep within himself. As the man opened another gate and began moving around the stance of this man never changed, but just a moment before the man launched the attack at his sternum a burst of energy came from the man which was the opening of the first gate. Such was done to increase his strength and give him the resistance to apply a block at the point of impact. This stop would be followed with an outward push of the left hand of the black haired man, and a quick jab aimed at his torso with the white haired man's left hand in its current almost clawed state. Such a strike was meant to damage internal organs and even break bones, but he had high hopes for the man he was fighting against. Too high to be stopped now.

In the middle of his most recent attack, Fon came to realize something; his opponent also had the ability to access the Eight Gates. Activating only one gave him enough strength to block and deflect the attack against him, which made Fon wonder if he even needed it in the first place. With a counterattack inbound, the man from Konoha had to make a quick decision. He opened the third and fourth gates simultaneously, granting him enough of an increase in strength and reaction speed to deflect his enemy's jab downward and away using his right hand. "Only Opening?" he asked, pertaining to this man's gates. His own skin had already gained a slightly red tint due to a great increase in his blood flow, but this only seemed to fuel his strength and speed. "Bakuhasu Kenpo!" Immediately following his own parry, Fon thrust his right palm toward the other male's torso, though he did not do so with the intention of making contact. From this thrust, he unleashed a dragon-shaped wave of chakra, which was volatile in nature enough to explode upon making contact with its target, threatening to disintegrate anyone or anything in its path.

The grin on the white haired man's face never seemed to falter. If anything, he'd become more jovial over the course of this battle. When his counterattack was deflected downward, and his use of only the first of eight gates was questioned he had a rather interesting reply. "One is usually enough for those who survive the hunt. Oh, but you're different!~" he seemed excited by this, and after the man parried him, the white haired hunter, seemed to only move forward the second, third, forth, and fifth gates would open simultaneously giving the man the ability to dodge the coming thrust and hop backwards. His red tinted skin seeming to be nearly ablaze with heat as he took a strange stance. This did nothing to stop the coming chakra based attack but a smirk of the utmost arrogance crossed this man's face as he exhaled with a mighty bellow which would occur prior to the opening of the Sixth Gate. Such a monstrous bit of energy and body heat would leave him, it would cause the melting the man's dragon based wave of chakra before it would be any real threat to his physical self. The white haired man would then begin bouncing on his toes, seeming to have shifted to a different martial art entirely. "I like you, I'll show you something none have seen from me in a century or more." And with that he launched forward a multitude of punches which were so fast they ignited the air by friction alone. A fan of these punches would form around Fon as he aimed to maim the man with blazing fury under the guise of a docile creature. "ASAKUJAKU!!!!~"

"I am not your prey. Watashi wa Fondesu," he replied calmly. This man had utilized multiple gate openings when avoiding, and then nullifying his attack. The fighting form which followed made the man named Fon narrow his eyes, and the claim that he would be shown something did nothing to deter his suspicions of the coming assault. "Kyoumon," he said, opening through the Seventh Gate: Wonder. The opening of this gate was instantly depicted by a green aura flowing from every inch of Fon's body, looking almost like a cloak of chakra, while being a visual effect of his evaporating sweat in actuality. This action was powerful enough that it blew away his hat, revealing his billowing hair beneath. When his fringe was moving away from his forehead, one may take note of a diamond-shaped seal beneath, which currently spread markings around his face.

"Fuu~... Ikuze," he muttered. Fon's stance then changed as well. His legs spread wide, and his left arm extended to his front with all fingers of his hands curved inward, though his fore and middle fingers protruded a bit further than the others. His right hand was held the same way, but was placed adjacent to the right side of his chest as that arm's elbow reached behind him. When the attack of the white-haired man began, a gleam crossed Fon's eyes. "This is the end. My Koenken will finish you."

The fireballs from the enemy's fists were rapidly encroaching upon him, but Fon did not seem worried. He awaited the moment they were in range, and suddenly, his arms began moving individually at lightning speed, all toward a single goal. Each outward strike would seem to collide with a separate fireball, but each strike also had another in its wake to push forward bullets of air pressure along the flames' original pathways, moving toward the white-haired man. Once he'd cleared the last of the attacks on him, and sent forth the last vacuum strike behind it, he added something else to his offense. One of his palms pointed toward the enemy, and he used his other fist to tap it and create air pressure. This was immediately followed by Fon forming a hand seal in the likeness of a tiger to unleash said air pressure in a massive, tiger-shaped blast. For the sake of the training grounds, he held back the power of this enough to only destroy the forest in front of him, where his opponent stood, but this massive explosion of pure force was sure to be felt for miles, in all directions, regardless of this restraint. "HIRUDORA!!!"

"Fon? Hm... I'd return the courtesy but I don't remember my name anymore," the man said seemingly in deep thought. But his eyes were all for the battle, and so were his instincts. Soon enough the man was launching a series of attacks his way while dispelling the fiery fists previously launched by his Asakujaku. This was all providing the man with the utmost amusement. Beyond this seeing the seal on this man's forehead and watching it spread was something entirely different and unknown to this man, he'd seen many things in his life, but never a seal which function the way this one was apparently doing. "Sugoi! The Seventh Gate! Fon you are a worthy opponent!~" the man said while he moved quickly dodging the random vacuums created by the dispersal of his own techniques while he activated the same gate as the man whom he was presently fighting. For all this he got to be amazed, as the man launched an attack which would surely engulf him but his own body was evaporating its sweat as it was going and he also quickly formed the same special handseal previously created by Fon. A push forward would create a slightly larger tiger to combat the one coming towards him, and in the process, crash the forest around them creating a blowout of massive proportion, still seemingly less than it could have been. "Hirudora, a small bite from a tiger. And you've managed to make it even smaller than it should be." the man said as he straightened his posture his entire body inflamed. Being in such a state should have been something deadly for him. "I wonder if you can handle what it is truly supposed to be!~"

At this point something strange would happen. And the white haired man would place a thumb over his heart before pushing it in, apparently causing himself an injury but, that wasn't the case. He was forcing open the final gate gave the man a blood red aura which seemed to pour from his very being and after doing so, he lowered his stance, opening his hands into a claw like formation with even his thumb curled like his fingers instead of tucked into his fist. "Shimon!" the invocation of the Eighth Gate implying that he was willing to die here and now to fight this fight. He grinned towards this man he was waiting to be met or disappointed, but somehow he felt he wouldn't be disappointed this day.

Fon's opponent counteracted the Hirudora with one of his own, causing even more destruction to the forest around them. This was something Fon had been trying his hardest to avoid doing, but in the face of this retaliation, all he could do was move his body in a way that would redirect the backlash from the pair of twins nearby. "You two should leave. I don't have enough time to hold back for long against this," he said for the brief amount of time he was before them. Once his attention was back on the white-haired male, he heard words which disturbed him to no end. "It was my intention to avoid destroying the forest as much as possible. We need this land for training purposes," he replied to the man. What this man did next was something that made Fon's eyes widen. He couldn't believe he was witnessing the release of the Gate of Death, which was certain to end one's existence when used... in most cases.

"You fight in the realm of gods," he said while unfastening his maija. Fon released the garb from his body to reveal his perfectly sculpted musculature underneath, including a strange dragon tattoo wrapped around his left arm, stemming from his wrist to the left side of his chest. The dragon's mouth opened just above where his heart was, which was a location Fon soon drove his right thumb into. This unleashed the eight gate for Fon as well, but also caused the dragon tattoo to slither briefly. The blood aura around him was not just red; it was highlighted with hues of gold, making the aura appear more flame-like in nature. As his power erupted, he turned 40 degrees clockwise while raising his right knee to chest height, with his right foot over his left thigh. His right arm rose as he bent his elbow until his open right hand hovered just over his collar bone. His left arm was outstretched at a downward angle, with his fingers tightly curled inward from the outer knuckles. "Bakureppuuken. Ikuzou."

The white haired man found the other man's warning to the twins he'd previously hunted to be something completely unnecessary. But it had been a long time, since he'd done such a thing with spectators about. The female of these twins looked at her male twin and frowned. She obviously wanted to stay but she also realized the danger, she turned to begin travelling away but the words of the man who'd previously hunted her and her twin rang out. "Don't send the children away, you've saved them already, let them watch until the end." The white haired man said as if he hadn't been chasing this pair through the forest recently apparently intent upon their deaths. In a moment of charity for one reason on another the swirling red of his eyes fluctuated sending out a barrier of yang chakra which created around the pair a bubble for their full protection. "There, I won't tolerate you holding back on me, I want to see this~" the man still seemed beyond amused, and after opening the Eighth Gate he felt like his person was on fire, but such a feeling was being controlled by slow deep breaths. "Yosh!~" The young girl to her credit pumped a single fist in the air, apparently excited that she'd get to continue watching without risking her own life, which was very strange considering the man who'd done it, had initially been the one she was running from.

Soon enough his patience was rewarded by the opening of the Eighth Gate by the other man and the claim that he fought in the realm of gods. "If that is the case, you must be one too," he mentioned as he took note of the dragon seal moving on the man's person. A grin came to him, and he laughed in a way which would make many think he'd completely lost it. "What's that saying, about dragons and tigers..." he seemed to have found something amusing, "Oh yes, it was ryuuko~" he said, a statement which meant they made the greatest of rivals, and a complete archaism likely unused and unknown by most. It seemed that this man would get to experience some sort of great amusement and he as such when he was motioned towards the man, he'd take off towards him. His form was fluid and centered around the core of his being, he'd then immediately strike out with his arms with their clawed hands. Each of the barrage hits he aimed to berate the other man with would be swift, sending pulses of tiger head chakra out of his fists aiming to neutralize the man's body with each of his strikes, helping along the process which would ultimately cause the true mortals to disintegrate from their use of the final gate, should any of them make contact without any resistance.

Fon was confused by the idea of this man wanting the others to spectate, and further confused by the barrier he erected around the twins. This was soon clarified by the clause that this man did not want Fon holding back in their battle, which was something Fon could understand, being a martial artist himself. "Sou ka. Very well. I'll use my full power against you." This was perhaps an easily misconstrued statement from Fon, as he did not actually intend to use his full power. Instead, he would utilize his ability to conserve as much stamina as possible when using all eight gates.

"Ryuuko?" he questioned when his opponent spoke again. This word was one he hadn't heard since his childhood, from the very old master who trained him. It was his assumption that this man had a master from the same era, or one who had inherited the old stories at least. Either way, the topic of this phrase would have to take a back seat to the fight at hand, as the white-haired male was initiating his next assault. Fon kept his stance steady as the man approached him. When the barrage of hand strikes began, Fon responded with an equally fast barrage of both punches and kicks. Each of his strikes were aimed perfectly to parry the attacks of his enemy, which in-turn caused his chakra tigers to be released away from Fon's body. This, of course, wasn't all. Between each parry, Fon slipped in a punch or kick of his own, unleashing his chakra in the same way as his opponent, albeit in the form of the very same dragon he'd attempted to strike this man with earlier in their encounter.

"Good man!~" the white haired man seemed to be elated. Having his wish granted in such a way, and continuing an obviously challenging fight was among one of his favorite activities. As such they continued and soon he found his own strikes being met by counters given by Fon. Unsurprisingly in the shape of dragons which seemed to clash with tigers at every turn to those who could see such a thing. "Hai, it's a phrase made up to describe my brother and me. I am surprised you know what it means, the most recent century hasn't been kind to words." the man mentioned as he aimed another series of attacks in response to the ones he was taking. Soon enough though he'd hop back a grin on his features, still looking as composed as he had initially. Both his arms began to move from their positions parallel to the ground into a more upward position as he built up chakra to expel into a large white tiger which was practically a projection of his inner strength. In this moment, he would remember his original name and smile, a genuine expression of his happiness. And once it was out, this massive chakra beast would aim to swallow up the man before him, this was the most respect the white haired man could pay to the young one before him, and he'd more than earned the honor. This steaming bit of chakra would stir the wind and raise the ground around it seeming to destroy with its very presence. If it could not be met with something equal or greater, this man would fall, but his death would at least be honorable in the eyes of the white haired man.

"You make it sound as if you've lived for centuries," Fon said with a hint of light sarcasm. He had his own secrets to use of the Eight Gates, but for this man to have some other method of surviving the release, his story actually seemed somewhat believable. His barrage of parries and strike attempts continued until the white-haired man hopped away from their back-and-forth encounter. In this moment, Fon thought he would be able to prepare his final attack, but it was not to be. The enemy quickly prepared a massive attack to be used against Fon, forming a much greater tiger from his chakra than either Hirudora that had been used this day. Fon resumed his previous stance in the face of this tiger, but he didn't seem capable of counteracting it before being consumed by the great construct.

All was not lost. While true, Fon had been engulfed by this chakra tiger, his body had long since begun healing at incomprehensible speeds. This took an obvious toll on his chakra beyond the use of the Eight Gates, but it served a much greater purpose for the time being.

"Bakuryuu Enbu!" These words, in Fon's voice, suddenly came from within the tiger. Suddenly, a red dragon of Fon's chakra broke through the tiger head and dispersed it. This dragon was much larger, and had a more enhanced disintegration property. After its rise through the tiger head, it would twist in the air, until ultimately crashing down upon the white-haired man's location with enough force in its explosion to wipe out the entire forest outside of the barrier, and even threaten the outer walls of Konoha in the process.