Takumi 'Zewo' Uchiha
Sure was a close match, and it showed on both ninja. They were both taking a toll on their fatigue as well as their chakra pools. The decision maker of such was a matter who could converse as much chakra as possible, but still maintain the upper hand. Now analyzing his opponents tactic, it was time to find a move to defend against such. This next move would wrap this match up, but it depending on if his will was going to power him to do so.
//Enough....// his mind thought, as the swordsman displayed a strong defense against his katon jutsu. Now, he was making his was back to the battle with arrays of slashes again. Takumi wasn't fiddling around, and now he was getting full-on serious. The blade slid by him barely, as he kept watch of the fine steel crafted weapon. The next slash was a tight squeeze, but he narrowly avoided such too. The final swing which would determine it all came into his presence, whipping from another angle in a matter of a split second. "Fu-" is all he could mutter, and the sword went right into his side. A quick flash of blood splattered across the ground.
POOF!~
The kawarimi set in with his previous kunai he had thrown earlier, which he weaved a handsign in the midst of battle.
-( This would give him his first moment; A simple handseal was made and he was already in the direct line of the slashes. Swiftly, he moved with the speed he could conjure and side-stepped away from the first slash which whistled by.- Earlier post, took the sentence out as proof.)
As he appeared roughly forty-five feet away, in a whispy cloud of smoke. The young ninja couldn't help but glint off his grin from the distance. It could be noticed from far away that he held a small black sphere, which he rolled ten feet infront of him and it exploded in a large grey cloud. The fog was hard to trace through, especially considering the circumstance. The ninja had now weaved the signs needed to create another shadow clone to his left, which preformed the henge seal and transformed into a shuriken.
A final moment, and the plan was a go! The ninja whipped his hands outwards, allowing both his shadow-clone shuriken, and a original one to fly out of the cloud of smoke. They both were laced with another wire, and it set out to trap his opponent. They whisped out at intense speeds, and the distance of the cloud to Delva was roughly thirty feet; They'd be a challenge to react to.
Subject: Re: مسرح العرائس وكيف تصنعه 
