Blood To Bone: Capoeira vs Sage Fist

"You little perverted creep!", a honey sweet voice yelled, though the nature of the voice made her sound more sweet than angry, the complete opposite of her mood. This woman was of wonderful features, nothing short of perfect in most male's books of what a woman should look like. She was the right height, not too short and not too tall, and her body was simply wonderful; beautiful curves, nice breast...yep she was a fine specimen indeed and she was an excellent target for the most perverted man in the history of the world, Sannoto.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to upset you! Please, allow me to fix things", the red haired shinobi responded, running at a pace which kept him out of his chaser's reach but close enough that he didn't completely leave her. "Fix things?! You lift up my dress you pervert!", she replied, her honey sweet voice thick with anger and rage. "Yes, but that was an accident. I didn't mean for my hand to slip down there, honest..", the Senju male explained, obviously lying, but that was the best he could do. Hopefully his apologetic tone would sell this lie and hopefully this lady was nothing but a pretty face, stupid enough to buy his false story.

"Oh, really?", the beautiful woman said, stopping in her tracks. "Well then, I guess it's okay..", she said. The rage and anger in her voice had disappeared, not a single trace, and all that remained was pure sweetness. Indeed it was extremely seducing, especially for a man like Sannoto. After hearing such a phrase, Sannoto stopped (smiling like a madman) before approaching the woman once more. "Really? Thank you for forgiving me! Perhaps we can start over again? I can take you to this nice place and we can just ta---", the Senju male attempted to suggest, but instead found his mouth clogged with a fist which prevented him from saying his statement and then a firm kick to his head, sending in flying across the terrain. This woman was no shinobi, that part he knew for sure, but she sure knew how to fight; it was possible that she could've been taught the basics of some martial arts. "Do you think I'm stupid, huh?", she asked, folding her arms and walking away, muttering something under her breath to which Sannoto surely knew.."Pervert".

The Senju stood up, dusting the dirt and other particles off of his fine clothing. "Oh man. I was sure that she would buy my lie", he said to himself, somewhat disappointed that the woman wasn't a complete idiot. "Well, I guess it can't be helped..", Sannoto concluded, drooping his head and walking in the opposite direction of the woman. He continued his walk of shame until he reached a local tavern. The man rarely drank and today was no exception, considering he had nothing to drink about and would simply grab some juice and something to eat. Sure the woman escaped but he wasn't really interested in a relationship. He just simply wanted to do what he did, take a look a further look at her, which is what he did. Besides he already had a wife back home, one that he would have to keep this secret from if he wanted to live. Unlike himself, Satsuki wasn't a peaceful being.

Sannoto ventured into the tavern where he sat down near the counter, with empty seats next to him. There was almost no one here, with the exception of a couple who looked over at a group of big men who were sitting in a corner not to far from Sannoto's positioning; fear filled their eyes. "Some orange juice and some dumpling please..", the red haired Senju ordered, receiving his request in less that a minute. This would've been a peaceful trip, but trouble seems to come his way a lot. The group of men slowly approached his location, filling the seats next to him. "Hey bud. I'm guessing you know who were are and what we want; your wallet! Now, hand it over!", one of the thugs said, his tone suggesting that he was the leader of this little group. It was probably eight of them in total though each one's muscles and physical features suggested that they each could take down a group of men on their own. Too bad Sannoto was an ordinary man. "Sorry, but I can't you see? I do need this to pay for my trip that I'm on. Perhaps if we meet again though..", he responded, attempting to stand up from his seat only to feel an elbow going into his lower back.

It would've hurt, but Sannoto had trained his body extensively for physical combat, thus this little hit did nothing to his being. "Oh great. Now I have to fight you guys..", Sannoto said, his tone thick with irritation. The latter placed his hands firmly on the counter and then proceeding to flipping over it, his feet coming up and slamming into one of the thug's chin, with a force so great that a few of his teeth came flying out of his mouth. That's one thug, but now there were seven more; though Sannoto had the current advantage now. These thugs were thrown off by Sannoto's strike. Perhaps they weren't really used to seeing one of their own getting hurt, and the Senju managed to do so: with relative ease at that.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Sannoto jumped onto the top of the counter and pushed off of his left leg which sent him flying towards two of the thugs. With his amazing power and strength, the latter stuck his right leg outward and rotated his body 360 degrees upon reaching the thugs, sending a fierce kick to both of their faces, knocking them unconscious. Four more to go, luckily there were all standing together which was a perfect opportunity for Sannoto. After landing on the ground from his assault, Sannoto lifted his right palm upwards, facing it towards the remaining thugs. Afterwards he released a blast of his own chakra which pushed the natural energy in the environment towards the thugs, sending each of them flying out of the side of the taverns upon contact along with the tables and other things that were near them as well. Sannoto was a hero. Well, at least he thought so until he saw the owner of the tavern commanding several security officials to arrest him.

Seeing this, Sannoto retreated the opposite way, pushing through enormous amounts of people to get away. Eventually, he ended up under a bridge where a river flowed gently underneath of it. The man sat down under the bridge, hidden from the view of his searchers, and sighed. "Why me?", he complained, his stomach growling a second afterwards. In the commotion, he hadn't had the opportunity to actually eat all of his dumplings and actually ate two; which was basically nothing due to their size. How did he end up this mess?