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[Trusted Grader]

Ryuusei, the dragon, they say, Tokato, the cool kid who thought that he would grow up to become a solid Jounin who made some money and perhaps had a good wife who raised his kids to become better than him, right? Nope, this dude was messed up, sweating, paranoid, and feeling like the world was about to consume him alive, he couldn't believe that they had forced him into this situation, and placed him on a path that would forever alter his future. The dude had been blessed with a gift but he was still scared to reveal it to the world, for what if he truly sucked?

"Eyo spit your bars son!"

The crowd began to chant that "Choke, choke", he could feel it, he was choking, if he didn't figure out any bars soon then the beat would cut and he would've embarrassed himself. Just say anything, to keep your mind off the Genma. Tokato was indeed afraid of what they had implanted within him, so he had been doing his best to keep his mind busy by rapping and doing other deeds. Unlike the other Jinchiruki Otsukoki hadn't spoken to Tokato yet, but she had influenced his behavior, for example, he was harsher towards people who acted unjustly, which made him a great battle rapper ironically.

"Aiit, listen here, T to the Kato bout to blaze up in hea', fire from his lips got you hazy, mind twisted up outa here, who would've thunk that you got chumped by a kid, spit rhymez dirty that taze out a fear. Yeah, yeah, listen here, 13 straight from the north, straight cold leave ya'll hanging from the quart, sheesh, who do you think you can please, Aroma rappers better taste upon these, the Coalition lost their Og, so Iwa ninjas bout to step on your knees, bitch. Tokato dropped the mic and stared at the 15-year-old Aroma rapper, the crowd seemed to like what he rapped but he was still unclear who would win.

His chaperone would be around to make sure that the young kid didn't get lost or kidnapped, heck, it was amazing that he was even allowed to travel to Aroma, as he was afraid of being cooked up in Iwagakure for the rest of his life. Guards, guards, guards guards guards, they follow Tokato cause they know he's a star, they know he'll go far... He stopped as his eyes landed on his chaperone, an Enkouten woman whom people seemed to feel iffy about, which Tokato kinda felt some sympathy towards, his Genma seemed to hold her in some sort of regard, perhaps she believed Kanade's action had been just?

His stomach twisted as their eyes locked, though the feeling wasn't unpleasant, it was strange enough to interest the kid, why was Otsukoki giving him signals? He mentally shrugged and focused on his opponent who seemed to prepare himself for his own bars.

"Look kid, I don't give fuck about clique, looking all weak, all alone and shit, Iwa deez nothing, bitch thought he said something, tomato looking mothafucka aint about to eat nothing, burn your fucking dreads leave you for dead, you aint floating little fish, grazed by the Yakuza stick, look here twig, one push, probably snap of your wrist bitch, you ain't shit. What you think? This battle would be a joke? Tokato tomato bout to choke, wish he never spoke, hope croke!" The Aroma rapper got the entire crowd going wild, causing the young boy to feel slightly panicked, but round two was about to start, so the battle wasn't over.

"Oooooh shit! A-Roma brought the fire, T you look a little shaky, you sure you down for round 2? Aiit, bet!" The announcer checked on Tokato before he told the band to change the rhythm.

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653/500 +1 Mastery.