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Im sorry I got confused when Ilyana explained it too me earlier lol i'll fix

Gaia Username: Mastur Sage
Character Name: Hiroko Shinji ((Have yet to make the profile))
Accepted Profile: No
Desired Captain Position: Twelve, six, or eight in that order
Reason: I enjoy teaching and mentoring, thus being a captain makes that rather easy to do.
Roleplay Sample:



Kusari sat down with the book he had borrowed from squad thirteen. "They key to drunken fist martial arts is a fluid yet unpredictable movement that is similar to a drunkard. It is often a misconception that practitioners of the drunken fist are actually drunkards, but this is merely and assumption. The fact is that a practitioner of Zui Quan, the primary Drunken fighting style, never drink alcohal, but give off the impression that they do." He looked at his lemon and lime water that he passed off as sake. "Check." He began to study the basic moves, although they were few, and began as the book told him to.

"Find your center." Kusari relaxed his breathing, clearing his head as he took a drink of his water. Everything seemed to faded away into the distance like a gentle bird. "Relax." He was already relaxed, but the mere mention of the word seemed to melt his entire body until it felt like fluid almost. Kusari was glad as he looked over the next few steps, glad that he worked out that is, this style seemed very dependent on his core muscles.

Kusari picked up the book once more. "The stances of Zui Quan resemble a drunkard holding his cups in front of him." Kusari acted as if he was holding a bottle in his right hand and firmly gripped his sake bottle in his left. He exhaled strongly as he shifted his weight back slowly before bringing it into a steady jog of back and forth movements. He began to experiment with his hand placement, but no matter how he spun it the only comfortable positioning was a very loose stance with his hands fighting to stay up in front of him.

Then Kusari tried to work in natural combat with this stance. First he threw a punch and practically launched himself forward from the momentum that this stance put behind his punches. Perhaps this was a wiser choice than he had originally thought. Next he tried a kick, but alas it was not nearly as good. This instantly shattered all the hopes he had only just formed moment ago as it became obvious that kicking from a mid range style, meaning standing, would be an impossibility at this point in time.

Kusari rolled to his left quickly, then bringing his knee to his chest he extended his leg upon contact with the ground, launching himself upwards and turning it into a flurry of kicks before landing somewhat gracefully. The graceful landing did not last for to long, because the move left him somewhat disoriented. He went to the book and skimmed over the next section. Falling. Kusari quickly skimmed over it deciding it would be best to incorporate the falls in recoveries together so that he could practice a bit more.

He began with a simple backwards fall followed by a simple swing of the legs to recover followed by a string of low kicks as he guarded his face. Next he did a backflip, trying to make it appear that he had face planted, but taking the majority of the impact in his knees, calves and stomach. Then he swung his feet around, supporting his weight on his arms and sweeping beneath where he imagined the opponent to be before swinging his weight over his head and coming up with what would be a nut punch and guarding his face once more. Kusari then moved on to side falls. Side falls began by stumbling out of the way before falling, and thus Kusari did the same. Immediately after falling he rolled behind his imaginary opponent and used his core muscles along with a push off from his hands to swing his foot up and over into the opponents head, imagining them turning as he did. He quickly compensated and made use of his position, bringing his right foot downward into a sweep as his left foot went in for the kicked the the back of his opponents head in order to knocked them down into submission.

It took him a moment to recovery from the intensity of that move. Deceptive fighting seemed to be very fitting to his quick style of fighting. He fell back once more, his mind at peace as he rolled, tucked in his knee, extended it, and ... it was like he was flying. As his foot swept around he landed and immediately fell. This style was so free flowing. He launched upwards dealing out about five punches before falling forward and summersaulting before sprawling out on his back.

He rolled to his side and assumed the drunkards victory pose, balancing on one elbow and his thigh while his other leg crossed at the knee and his hand poured more water into his mouth. Quickly recovering he slammed the bottle down, corking it and thrusting his leg forward at his invisible opponents midsection. He quickly did a semi fall and turned it into a sweep kick before rising up somewhat behind and to the side of his opponent, waiting for them to turn. As he imagined them turning he felt the energy of the earth rise up through his legs, then his hips, then his stomach, and through his arm just as he saw the opponents face and delivered a punch square between the eyes before grappling the head and delivering a series of thrust with his knee into the imaginary head. Had this opponent been real he would use a move that would put him at risk, but catch the opponent off guard by cradling his body around the enemies neck to use his body weight to force them down to the ground.

Kusari ran to the book, eager to learn more. He read over the section on leans, which is what he hated the most. He gently leaned back to a level beyond comfort and held it. He began to test his range of motion by stretching his arms and rotating using his core muscles and his center of balance to his advantage. It was here in this moment he realized that this position gave him nearly limitless options.

Kusari had nearly 120 degrees of motion bending backwards alone, and virtually any movement he made carried his full weight. He began to think of how easy it would be to fall from this position, and thus trip the opponent. His thoughts raced as he thought of these many options with a wide smile. His body began to sway back and forth lightly, giving him visual of what was in front of him. This was going to be the pentacle of Drunken Fist.

((((That should suffice ... Yay copypasta!)))

I believe you mean Shinji Hirako, which is an entirely different name from HirOko Shinji. Shinji is my characters last name, whereas the character you speak of has it as a first name.