The First Tokushu Exam, Part 4

  Yachi aptly thought.

  "Jimen Kemono?!"

  Masahiro creased a sharp smirk on her lips."I didn't want to use this on you, Akikyo. But I'd rather die than lose to you!"

  Yachi jumped back on the defense as the automorph manifested right in front of her eyes."This is the first time I've seen anyone with a tamed automorph!" She hurriedly thought.

  It's humanoid, but with a wide frame that stood in front of Yachi, and its red, reptilian-like skin shone forth. It finally took one great step, digging its left foot into the ground, and then rushed toward Yachi.

  Yachi evaded its first blow, but it quickly countered and pummeled her in the stomach. She flew back from the force, crashing straight through a tree, and flying through the forest. As she skidded to a pause, she felt the ragged coughs emit from her mouth, following specs of blood.

  Yachi finally readjusted herself and put on a defensive stance.

  "Can't say I anticipated any of this. Right now, I need to figure out its automorphic ability."

  The automorph abruptly dashed at Yachi, swinging its arm, cutting the air. Yachi dipped backwards, narrowly dodging the fatal swing. She took the moment to reach her arm out and recite.

  As the automorph readied its fist, it felt a mysterious force cutting through the air and impacting its skin. The force caused the automorph to flinch in pain and allowed Yachi to follow up and strike it with another blow to its jaw.

  The beast fell back, skidding across the ground before finally stopping itself. A gush of blood flowed from the automorph on the impact wound, causing it to stagger, but suddenly the wound mended itself back together as if it never happened.

  Yachi reacted internally.

  "I almost forgot that automorph's have an intense healing factor. I guess I'll have to hit it with something it can't regenerate from."

  Masahiro emerged from the shadows with a sly smirk.

  "Wow, it seems I underestimate you too much, Akikyo. Fine then, I'll allow it to use its automorphic ability."

  What followed next was the removal of her sneer smile and the reciting of an incantation.

  Akikyo Yachi briefly paused.

  "You're telling me she hasn't even activated its automorphic ability yet?!"

  The automorph aptly dashed at Yachi, nearly striking her, but it was evaded. It followed up with another rapid strike, and the blow connected on the side of Yachi's face, catching her off-guard and sending her across the ground.

  A small pool of blood trickled down Yachi's nose, but she quickly rubbed it off. The automorph finally makes eye contact with her and kneels, placing its palm to the ground. Yachi, confused about what it was going to do, only braced for the worst.

  Suddenly, the dirt in the area stripped itself from the ground and shot itself toward Yachi. She briefly dodged most of the projectiles, but the sheer volume of the high-velocity projectiles rendered dodging all of them nearly impossible.

  "Wait, is this it? Just dirt manipulation? Its strength is more threatening than that first-rate ability. It is only a C-Division after all," Yachi thought as the barrages of dirt kept bombarding her.

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  She finally broke her defensive stance and allowed the automorph to finally get an opening. As the automorphs fist drove toward her face all hope was finally lost. Yachi finally said.

  "Sunkujutsu Series: Resevoir."

  The event was as if time froze. As the air exited her mouth, an amplified force, far greater than the earlier 'Winding Scythe' move, connected right at the center of the automorph.

  As the blow caved to Yachi, she finally evaded it and turnt to see Masahiro. Masahiro deeply smirked at Yachi and yelled.

  "Don't get cocky, you idiot! It's behind you!"

  Even though Yachi heard the words, her stance was unfazed. The automorph instantly turned to strike Yachi again, but paused mid-blow. Suddenly, a cut visibly went down the entire center of the automorph, and it felt its very essence unfold.

  The automorph then split in half, and a sprout of purple blood flew into all directions, and the two sides of itself split apart, crashing onto the ground. Masahiro's smirk nearly instantly switched to horror.

  Yachi stood still, as her hands quietly trembled, along with her staggered breaths took place. But nearly instantly, she recollected herself and remembered what she had to do.

  Masahiro froze for several moments as her hairs rose, and goosebumps formed on her body. She felt sweat trickle down the side of her head, and the appalled reaction on her face was immortal.

  "What, even was that..?"

  Yachi coldly stared at her and smirked.

  "My sunkujutsu technique, 'Resovoir.'"

  A chill ran down her spine before she finally muttered.

  "What..?"

  "It allows me to store isotonic force a certain amount of isotonic force in the lower part of my soul, and when I finally expel it, it creates an overcharged amount of output. It essentially allows me to send an attack double its original strength."

  Upon hearing the explanation, the horror on her face was unwavering.

  "You're a monster... You're no different than the very beasts we fight..!"

  Yachi's smirk finally faded.

  "Monster..? That's quite the fitting description. But I think it's time we end this farce."

  Masahiro stepped back and could only brace herself for impact. Yachi instantly rushed forth and pinned her to the ground. But as Yachi raised her fist, she suddenly felt like something was off.

  She rushed off of Masahiro and looked around.

  "WHO'S HERE?"

  A lean, a grouchy-looking boy with black hair emerged from the bushes.

  "Yo," He said as he raised his arm to scratch the back of his neck. He briefly yawned before mumbling again.

  "Man, I'm tired of this."

  Yachi suddenly paused and lowered her guard.

  "Who is this guy?" She calmly thought.

  Yachi stared at Masahiro and said.

  "Who is he?"

  "I believe he's Murata Yuugen. He's the only first-year sword artist in this school. They typically have a low amount of isotonic force but compensate in extreme physical training."

  She then randomly grabbed her arm to lift her up.

  "How about we worry about fighting this guy, and then we can continue our quarrel later."

  Masahiro nodded.

  "Sounds fine to me," She said as she raised her hands in position.