Re: Round I: Jiraiya [Eragon] vs. Clare [Hiraku Kazuma]
Still recoiling in fear, the elder ninja seemed incapable of even adopting so basic a stance as the one Claire had; in fact, if one could have seen how the twisted gears of his mind worked, they’d have realised he was focusing more on her lack of breasts than the fact she had drawn a sword.
A small part of him had died inside.
He slumped forwards with obvious depression, face obscured by the wild expanse of hair whilst his arms hung listlessly between his legs, a gloomy pall of purple mist seeming to form around him; he very definition of anime sadness.
“Why do I always get the masculine ones?” he complained bitterly reminiscing bak to the last time he had participated I such an event.
“Uh… sir?”
The announcers voice went unheeded, the weedy little man in the suit re-fixing his tie as he awaited a response.
“I gave up that bath house for this?”
“Mr Jiraiya? Sir?”
“At least Tsunade had a nice view… this is just depressing…”
Obviously attempting to hold in his frustration- not just at Jiraiya’s rudeness; failure to get this match underway would most likely be placed on him- the announcer tapped the ninja roughly on the shoulders, with enough force to gain a glance upwards by way of response. Coughing loudly, the nerdish looking man continued.
“We’re ready to start the match; are you prepared for this?”
“Am I…?”
“Ready.”
There was a low, almost gruff chortle, echoing from the back of Jiraiya’s throat; almost frog-like, one might say. Beginning as a low, barely audible sound, it suddenly exploded into the entire arena, its owner throwing his head back and tossing his hair carelessly to the wind as he did, hands placed heroically on his waist.
“Am I ready?” he repeated proudly, re-affixing a glare on the small man, and laughing one more, the very picture of confidence. “You obviously don’t know who I am…”
His legs drew back, and the noble ninja gave something of a hop, a dull thunk resounding throughout the stadium as he landed on a single foot, his knee drawn to his chest and his hand flayed towards Claire, as a gin plastered his expression.
“The Gallant Jiraiya, Lone Hermit of the Sanin! I’m always ready!”
Silence filled the stadium after this infectious proclamation, which infused the very air and taste of the stadium with new vitality and excitement to await the oncoming battle.
Needless to say, the announcer announced it’s beginning, before scurrying to ring-side. Left alone in the arena with this woman, he decided it beat to rough it out, keeping various nicknames about her to himself.
Instead, he grinned.
“Alright then missy, ladies first!”
OOC: As ya can guess, I don’t find Claire attractive, and since Jiraiya always seems to be spying at huge-breasted women in Konoha… >_>;;
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