MinatoMinato: 2, Hyper[4]
Thousand-Faced Bodhisattva: 3, Hyper[6]
You can't cover both options, but you can cover two. That'll have to do for now. Blowing your next forgery you send a fresh Rho Aias down range, seven rings erupting out one by one as it expands into a flying wall to block the beam. Spider cracks race across the the surface as the Bodhisattva readies themselves and-
They're behind you. White-hot pain shears through your body all at once.
Thank god you prep'd that potion. You're the barest of margins from first blood here. Yet you still crack a smile. Gotta look confident, gotta look the part, even if they can't see you under that helmet out there. A hero's gotta smile at the end of the day after all. You know how it works now. That trick of theirs, those tricks of Yuki's too. It's an energy form of sorts, a little more advanced than the norm. In a split second their body became something else entirely. A wave in a still sea, an ethereal gust, a thing without form, without coherence, free to spread and reform, free to flow where the world took it. It didn't go around Rho Aias, no, it poured in through the cracks left by the beam, it flowed across your armor, seeping into the joints, cutting down through the gaps. The path of least resistance, a thunderbolt of razors.
It's funny really, you were wondering how they could have taught Yuki, how their powers could even align. Everything they had, everything they had done it was all so clearly Buddhist; Reincarnation, Sun Wukong's eyebeams, Gautama's Five Elements Mountain, Guanyin's lotus of pole star swords. Yuki meanwhile, she well, she never struck you as particularly Buddhist, in character or in powers. But this foe of yours, this mechanical Bodhisattva was armed with more than just Buddhism. No, there was no mistaking it. The power demonstrated just now, the power inherent to Yuki is that of Taoism.
Taoism, the philosophy of following the Way, the one way, the natural way. The philosophy of wind and water and lighting, of yielding, of taking the path of least resistance. You are familiar with its legends as you are with almost every legend, of a butcher whose blade follows the natural through an ox's bone, carving meat off the flesh guided not by thought nor senses but by instinct and instinct alone. Well in this case your foe was that butcher and you were that ox.
Well guess what bitch, oxes aren't armored up and packed with explosives. You are. That trick of theirs is powerful yes, but you can counter it. If you armor yourself with not gaps the damage they can inflict is limited. Better yet if you can surround yourself in an explosion, then the path of least resistance, ain't go be anywhere near that explosion.
Next time they use it anyways. Right now they're sticking to the bread and butter, transforming their sword into a halberd to crash down upon you and readying to blast you with another beam. You inject the healing potion. Okay. You can handle this too. Eye-beams, they're from Sun Wukong right? Well it just so happens the venerable monkey king's eyes were oh so sensitive to smoke and while Gandiva's arrows might not burn with smoke, you're sure this nice jacket of yours will. That ought fuck their targeting right up, you know better than to assume it will take out the rest of their loadout though.
Still, two tools decommissioned, it's a good start. Now you just need to play your part as the hustler, the expert playing the part of the fool casting away the mask at last. Pretend it was all part of the plan, pretend you knew it all from the beginning, pretend all the things you need to pretend, and win this damn fight.
Minato
Status: Fine, Gandiva, 3 healing potions
World Line: 5 4 6 1 4 5 5 4 6 4
Alterations: 2.5
Resolve: 1
Thousand-Faced Bodhisattva
Status: Very badly hurt, left arm is destroyed