The Search: Day 1 [Private/Invite]

"Why did he bring me to this big ass building."

The Hattori thought to himself as he looked up at the big martial arts gym. He wondered why after all these weeks why Santana was getting in touch with him now, and in the most unlikely place at that. He had never been inside this building before, and never planned on going in the future. When he was invited he didn't really mention much details other than to meet him here and that upon asking about him that he would be let in. "I wonder if hes trying to kick my ass again. If so hes going to be in for a huge surprise." He'd say out loud to himself as he walked up to the building. He had been doing a lot of intense training lately, and was definitely not the same guy he was when they fought awhile back, but he was sure he was probably here for something more important.

"Umm, I'm here to see Santana?"

He'd say to one of the of the personnel before they let him into the area. He walked in slowly suspiciously looking around feeling at any point something bad was going to happen. He never question the kid before, but he wondered how much power this guy had. He was always getting dropped off somewhere, and then it appeared as if these guys were under his orders. "Man if I find out that he's some kind of god father I'm telling moms. She'll know how to handle that stuff." He'd say jokingly, but serious at the same time before he finally got within site of an empty boxing ring. "Yep, hes here to beat me up..." The guy was on his smart phone probably playing games or something. He'd continue letting him do what he was doing as he jumped over the ropes and got into the other corner. He figured Santana would address him when he was ready.

Did this guy just toss his phone to her like that? Who the heck is this guy really?

The Hattori thought to himself as he watched the pretty boy stand up from out of his corner. If there was something he actually understood about the white hair guy it was that he was extremely straight forward and never hesitated to speak his mind. Santana would immediately go into what he had to say. And to be honest it was the last thing he expected to here from the guy. Honestly he didn't think the guy paid that much attention to him. The Hattori always just saw each others as sparring partners and nothing more, but apparently the meetings with the guy was a lot deeper than he thought.

Everything that he was saying was so deep, but the fact that he was saying all this caught him by surprise. The Hattori's eyes begin to focus intensely on Santana as he begin to wonder what was about to happen to him. The pretty boy seemed to be extremely serious, so Musashi decided that he was going to be serious as well. "Yeah, I think I'm man enough." The Hattori would make sure to respond confidently to the pretty boy so to show him he was not afraid. After he made his statement a faint blue mist would begin to start floating around the arena. For a brief moment he begin to look at the girl he threw the phone to just to see if she saw anything, but judging from the way she was looking he could tell she couldn't.

"What the heck.... Is going on dude?"

The Hattori was beginning to question whether or not the situation he was in was real or not. This was something he never experienced before, but why was he seeing this now of all moments. Was this guy like some wizard or something. What was it that he could see that he could not see for himself, and what was this 'it' he had a natural affinity to. Hopefully it wasn't drugs because his mom wasn't going to be having that shit.

"Is this all real?"

He quietly muttered to himself as the pretty haired boy begin to start talking again. It couldnt be drugs because the guy sounded like he was completely functional. "Feel what?" The Hattori asked the boy before he could begin to start feeling his body getting heavier. His eyes widen as Santana continued to speak about what was happening to him. This was suppose to be a fight, at least that's what he thought this was going to turn into. Now it was beginning to turn into some freaking journey to Narnia type shit.

"Grab a hold of my balls?"

The Hattori for a moment contemplated doing such a thing if it meant he could have complete control over his body again, but after thinking about it he realized that it was only a expression. Nonetheless, Musashi didn't want to come off as a bitch. He was twice as strong as he was the last time, and he was the leader of his own gang now. He wasn't going to let Santana, or anyone else talk to him like this. Oh I'll meet you alright. The Hattori thought to himself as he attempted to make his way to the center of the ring. He could hear the assitance talking to Santana about him not being ready. He hadn't been training all this time just to heart something like that. He was going to prove that he was than expected.

Taking in a deep breath he would begin to try focusing on the energy that seemed to be flowing within the mist. For a moment he felt like he wouldn't be able to make it, but seeing Santana take his hand out reminded him of his brother. The mist turning his vision of Santana into his brother Ty. He didn't want to be weak anymore, he wanted to prove that he could be as strong as him. No stronger. Stronger! The Hattori thought as his vision cleared giving him the strength to get to the center of the ring before finally he grabbed the hair of the white hair pretty boy. "Whose got balls now.."

"Yeah I d---"

Before the Hattori could finish saying what he had to say the pretty boy would attempt a headbutt at his nose. Musashi could see the attack coming, but there was no way that he had the speed to close the distance the way he wanted to. All he could do now was brace for a painful impact. He didn't see Santana as the sucker punching type, but today he was definitely going to learn. The hit would send Musashi staggering backward, but luckily wouldn't knock him down like it would in most fights. Not to mention the headbutt wasn't full power so it wasn;t as strong as it could have been.

"You know you could have just said all that without hitting me."

He muttered back to Santana before cracking his neck. He could tell that in the time that he had increased his strength that Santana had probably just done the same. "Alright, lets go." He'd say quietly to himself before dashing at Santana full speed. They weren't that far apart so their wouldn't be to much distance to close. Once he got within reach Musashi would attempt a left jab at the stomach of Santana. The move was safe and would give him the time to think of some ways to counter once Santana made his move.

Musashi wasn't much of a boxer and it showed in the way Santana effortlessly grabbed his arm. This didn't mean that he was unable to throw a punch, or that he wasn't a good fighter, but that was something that was definitely not his strong suit. After the pretty boy grabbed his arm her would flip it around which would forcefully send Musashi lying flat on his back. "Shit." He muttered quietly to himself in embarrassment before Santana would tell him to get back on his feet. There was nothing more annoying than getting school by someone. He had spent most all of his childhood getting schooled by his dad, and wasn't in the mood to be school anymore by Santana.

But if he didn't want to be schooled he was going to have to do better. As usual the guy would pick him up by the head before taking a few steps back himself. A blank expression would appear on the face of the Hattori until Santana got into a familiar Karate stance. The Hattori would shake his fist and would get into his Frank Dux Ninjutsu stance. He had to try to stick with the moves that were better suited to his strength. Musashi had made the first move so it was only right if Santana made the next. The pretty hair kingpin took a few steps forward before going for a round house kick to his head. These kinds of moves were something that Musashi was extremely familiar with.

The Hattori ducked slightly with the kick flying straight over the top of his head as he planned, but the pretty haired boy wasn't done yet, and he would follow that move up with a sweep kick to his legs. Santana's movements were extremely fast so he knew that he had to be on his toes at all times. When the guy went in for the sweeping kick the Hattori would jump just high enough off the ground for his leg to slide past. Whilst jumping off the ground he would go a right kick to the pretty boys exposed back after his left leg planted on the ground.

Sigh there anything this pretty boy cant do.

The Hattori thought to himself as Santana started doing a familiar set of a break dancing move that he seen a lot of as a kid growing up in Tokyo. Although it seemed to be using a different variation that he had never really seen before which was genius. He wondered what form of Martial arts the guy was using. Nonetheless, while doing the move the pretty hair boy would manage to block his kick with his elbow. luckily the kick was a straight kick and not a sweeping one, so it wouldn't be entirely enough to throw him off balance, but it did put a lot more pressure on the Hattori.

Following that move the pretty boy would send a pair of sweeping kicks to his unguarded and vulnerable legs which would send him falling down to the ground. However, the Hattori wasn't finished yet. He was trained for years for these very scenarios. He wasn't the greatest boxer, but when it came to his legs and feet movements he was definitely one of the best. After his left leg would collapse the Hattori would quickly bring his right leg back to the ground and would push off the ground sending the Hattori sliding across to the edge of the ropes around the ring. Doing this would cause the pretty hair boys jumping chest stomp to miss giving him just a bit of time to try to get off the ground. Once he arrived to the edge of the area he would pull himself quickly using the ropes. From here he would wait for Santana to make his move.