Senga vs. Smoker

"Must it come to this?" Smoker's expression was grave.

He did not want to fight, because the cause of this battle was truly disgraceful, even somewhat ridiculous.

At the same time, he deeply regretted not stepping in sooner to stop Barton's foolish behavior, which had enraged Uchiha Senga.

"You want to end this without even an apology? What gives you that confidence? Your so-called Logia Smoke-Smoke Fruit?"

Senga clearly had no intention of letting this go. Today, he was going to fight Smoker, the strongest among the upperclassmen. That would save him a lot of trouble later.

As for Smoker, he had his own pride. Being mocked by Senga again and again in front of everyone had gotten to him.

"If that's how it is, then let's fight, Uchiha Senga!" Smoker finally could not hold back and challenged Senga.

"Wouldn't it have been simpler if you'd said that from the start?"

Senga stretched his body and crooked a finger at Smoker, signaling that he could begin.

"You arrogant bastard! White Smoke Launcher!" Smoker erupted completely, turning his lower body into a thick cloud of white smoke and charging at Senga.

"White Fist!"

As he rushed forward, Smoker turned his arms into smoke as well. Using the properties of smoke, his fists rapidly extended. They darkened as Armament Haki coated them, and both shot toward Senga.

Senga's body swayed slightly, and he easily dodged Smoker's attack.

"It's not over yet!" Smoker did not panic. His smoke-wreathed fists, which had missed, rapidly turned around in midair and flew back, striking straight at Senga's back.

"Senga! Watch your back!"

A cry rang out. Seeing how strange Smoker's attack was, Ain hurriedly warned him from the crowd.

The girl beside her lightly tugged at her sleeve, thinking, My dear sister, neither of those two is someone to mess with. Don't get involved!

Senga remained where he was, his Rinnegan slightly open. Shinra Tensei!

Boom! Before Smoker's fists could even touch Senga's body, a sudden shockwave blasted them into scattered smoke.

After a while, the wisps of smoke slowly gathered around Smoker's wrists, steadily solidifying until they returned to the shape of fists.

"A Paramecia Devil Fruit Ability User?" Smoker found Uchiha Senga increasingly troublesome. That shockwave clearly countered his Smoke-Smoke Fruit.

"Call it whatever you want." Senga could not be bothered to explain. A black vortex appeared in his palm as he unleashed Banshō Ten'in at Smoker.

Smoker's body jolted as he was violently dragged toward Senga.

"Damn it, what is this now?!"

This time, Smoker did not meet the same fate as those Senga had pulled over before, because Senga did not grab his throat.

Just as Senga reached out to seize him, Smoker turned into smoke again. His head separated from his body, putting on a literal split-up act.

Senga had expected Smoker to turn elemental, so he remained calm and formed several hand seals with one hand.

Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!

Senga exhaled a violent gust. The cafeteria's furnishings were immediately blown over in every direction, and some of the people nearby could not keep their footing and were blown down.

As the target taking the attack head-on, Smoker was scattered into countless wisps of white smoke that drifted everywhere.

After quite a while, the white smoke gathered into a human shape. The first thing to appear was Smoker's livid face. He stared at Senga and demanded,

"Wind again? That's definitely not the same power as that shockwave earlier. Did you eat more than one Devil Fruit?"

Smoker was uncertain as he controlled the white smoke to slowly re-form his body. That Great Breakthrough had still affected a smoke man like him considerably.

"You can think of it as ninjutsu." Senga did not take the opportunity to press the attack and simply watched Smoker finish reconstructing his body.

"Ninjutsu? Are you a ninja from Wano Country?"

"Wano Country? Heh, what kind of trash is that? And it dares call itself ninja?" Senga sneered disdainfully, then his expression turned dangerous.

"I've had enough fun. Now, let me ask you a question."

"What?"

"Can a Logia... bleed?"

At those words, Smoker instinctively retreated madly backward. However, Senga was faster.

Without warning, Senga appeared behind Smoker and grabbed at him.

"It's useless. Without Armament Haki, no matter how strong your attacks are, it's all futile!"

Seeing that Senga did not make any special move this time, Smoker relaxed slightly and mocked him.

"Is that so?" Senga's hand touched Smoker's shoulder. Then a transparent spherical barrier appeared, enclosing both of them.

Rinnegan: Preta Path: Sealing Technique: Seal Absorption

Smoker discovered in terror that he could no longer use the Smoke-Smoke Fruit's power. It was like severed limbs that had lost their connection to the nerves.

"Let me go!" This situation that defied all common sense completely panicked Smoker. He could only shout to ease the fear in his heart.

As another application of the Preta Path, Sealing Technique: Seal Absorption differed from absorbing an opponent's stamina or Chakra. It could absorb an opponent's techniques and also had a certain sealing effect.

Without using the Human Path in conjunction to kill an Ability User, Senga's Preta Path could not directly extract abilities from an Ability User. However, through close contact, he could use Sealing Technique: Seal Absorption to temporarily seal the opponent's abilities.

With one hand, Senga restrained Smoker and pinned him to the ground. A Black Rod appeared in the palm of his other hand, and he drove it viciously into Smoker's right shoulder.

Squelch! The Black Rod pierced Smoker's right shoulder. Blood poured out as the pain drove him to frantically activate the Smoke-Smoke Fruit's power.

Yet the result left him in despair. Even though Senga had already dismissed that damned barrier, he still could not use his ability normally.

More precisely, most of his body could turn elemental again, but his shoulder seemed no longer to belong to him and did not react at all.

When he tried to pull it out with his other hand, a wave of weakness surged through him the moment he touched the Black Rod. Removing the rod embedded in his shoulder was out of the question.

A Black Rod was created in the palm of a Rinnegan wielder using Yin-Yang Release. It could seal or disrupt the flow of energy within an opponent's body.

A Rinnegan wielder could even use it to control corpses, just as Nagato had created powerful Six Paths ability puppets.

"Behave yourself. If you keep struggling like this, the wound will only get bigger." Looking at Smoker's miserable state on the ground, Senga kindly reminded him.

"What's going on here?! Stop this at once!"

A stern shout rang out. Zephyr had arrived at the scene.

Seeing the wrecked cafeteria, Senga standing there, and Smoker lying on the ground, Zephyr felt a headache coming on.

"Someone tell me what happened."

Ain shook off her roommate's hand, stepped forward, and said loudly,

"Professor Zephyr! The upperclassmen provoked them first, and Barton was the one who attacked first. Senga only retaliated!"

Zephyr nodded, then glanced at Smoker on the ground.

"Then what happened to Smoker?"

"Professor, I'm fine. Senga and I were merely sparring normally. I'm truly sorry for causing so much damage."

Smoker endured the agony and explained word by word.

Senga looked at Smoker in surprise, and his opinion of him improved considerably.

Retracting the Black Rod, Senga helped Smoker to his feet and explained to Zephyr as well,

"Yes, Professor Zephyr. It was my fault. I didn't control my strength and hit too hard!"

Zephyr also let out a slight sigh of relief. To be honest, they were both his most prized students. He would hate to punish either one.

"You will personally take Smoker to the infirmary! And the damage you two caused this time will be paid for by yourselves afterward!"

"Yes!" Senga and Smoker promptly replied.

"Barton! You started this mess. Your punishment is one hundred laps around the field! If you don't finish today, get out of Training Camp!"

Barton, who had long been hiding in the crowd, looked stricken. Not daring to say anything, he dragged his frightened, limp body away to run laps.

After glaring at Senga and Smoker, Zephyr dispersed the crowd and flicked his sleeve as he left.