Kuro vs Yuma

Two young women stood across the plain arena from eachother. Each stone tile covered in countless knicks and scratches from previous contenders. They both emenated such supreme overconfidence for their age that it was almost painful. It had been three whole minutes of bragging back and forth about how powerful they were and the match clock had begun that long ago.

Kuro held her spear, While Yuma held...Nothing. She didn't bother with such things as 'basic techniques' or really anything at all except for those that fueled her powerful eye hidden beneath her eyepatch. "Show me then, Show me your true power before this battle ends in a single blow! Remove the eyepatch and face me!" Blackshadow bellowed, which was met with a 'Hohohoho~ Very well fool!' as they undid their eyepatch and released the depths of illusion while summoning multiple shadow clones to surround the other woman.

Her mother and father bleeding out on the ground. She had failed to save them from raiders, it was all her fault. She was too weak and it had cost them everything. If only she were better, if only she had mastered the techniques that her family were famous for. It was pitiful how weak she had been. The bandits approached with axes and knives in hand and she felt hopeless. What could she do? She had already lost.

As the weapons swung down there was an abrupt sharp exhale from the ring - And a few sepctators. For the one who was run through was not Kuro but Yuma to the shock of all who had watched the despair on the Blackshadow scion's face. Even as the proctor abruptly called the match to a close she let out a laugh "You are the fool, how can I be anything but perfect? You think such a paltry illusion could fell the mighty Blackshadow Clan? Even if you had a dozen clanmates with you they would all fall to my family using even one percent of one percent of their power! How dare you sully their image by implying they need me to protect them. How dare you sully my image by implying that I am so weak as to hide behind them! How dare-"

Yuma blissfully fell unconcious from bloodloss before the rant could continue any further. It was a result that surprised very few spectators. As pretty as the woman was she simply lacked mastery of all but a scant few techniques and if those were seen through then she had no backup strategy to employ. There wasn't even any chakra to absorb - She was so certain of victory she had walked right into range.

Another year, with some time to learn the basics and she may perform better.