__ With his eyes closed he felt his lips touch her skin and he lit up before opening his eyes to see her hand in his face. With a shocked squeak, he flipped his locks which framed his face like curtains. "What?! Why wouldn't she kiss me, but I'm so impeccably, no, immaculately dressed! This is not like the plays at all!" Tetsuhiko despaired as he barely listened to Sadayo's words. When she spoke of becoming his teacher he arched an eyebrow dubiously. "But, my desert rose, how can you be my teacher if I'm the world's greatest puppeteer? That's why we need to get married someday...when I'm old enough. That way the greatest puppeteer, me, can marry the second greatest!" His tone of voice was not insulting in fact, that was not his intention, he honestly believed that his art was the best in the world and that it could not be surpassed.Tetsuhiko also intended this statement as a compliment of her abilities. His tone made this clear, although she could have an entirely different interpretation.
Then he tapped his chin with an extended index finger as he thought for a moment. "Wait, I know, you came to find me here because you have been admiring my great work. What else could you possibly want? Unless..." He paused and flipped his hair once more. "You love me too, and you are the shy blushing maiden! I wrote a puppet play like that once." He blushed and smiled ear to ear as he admired her beautiful eyes which reflected the blue of the vast desert sky. "You know, when we marry you will have to help me start the shinobi renaissance of art. Art is to create in the midst of the desert, for that is my nindo, my ninja way!" He paused as his hand reached up towards the sky, communicating reaching for the stars. "I love you, Sadayo, and that is all I know!" He declared as he took a knee and grabbed her hand, the same one he kissed on accident.
There, the mildly overdressed youth has a name: Tetsuhiko. She “I’m the world’s greatest puppeteer.” The boy’s audacious claim of immediate fame struck like another nail to hammer a coffin to shortly confine her, otherwise, overall ability to withstand him. Sadayo opened her eyes wider, tilted her head to a degree, and could only stare at him. Riled. His intrepid claim to immaculate fame, as a greenhorn genin, only rubbed her the wrong way and then snubbed her further. To think, naming one’s icon of fervor as “second best” really does siphon the flattery out of a spontaneous marriage offer. At about the point where Tetsuhiko began rambling on about why Sadayo came all this way after brushing aside the actual reason why the girl scoured through the a majority of the dojo, her opposite hand was sprawled over her face: palm cupping her nose, angled, with fingers fanned over her eyes. The thought crossed her concerning whether or not Nariomi saw a display like this and just used puppets as an excuse to shove chatty zealots her way. Between her fingers, Sadayo could only stick her sights on the sky until she gave up on facial cues and belittling gestures and just let her free arm drop and dangle. Can I say…melodramatic? He hadn’t worn her patience to its ends yet; as it wasn’t like this one-sided love affair of his was going to last all day, right? Right?Sadayo was beginning to long for another empty-headed Nari-husk just to break out of her straight-faced facade and yell at it. ”That’s nice. She’d drone a detached reply while trying to either work her captured hand out of Tetsuhiko’s grasp or out of her own glove. Whichever came first. ”I came to tell you I am your teacher, now. I’m not a blushing maiden here to allow you to whisk me away to bunraku-dream land- I barely know you- and keep your feelings for me courtly. A far. A distance. From ‘yonder window. That’s it. Now, please, just staaand up!”
Sadayo would have no choice but to take another step back, checking over her shoulder, and whether or not Tetsuhiko would observe the option to stand was beyond her. She could just have Nirami haul him around, princess style, if he so pleased (and at this point, it’s probably “carry me princess style or bust”) ”And if you will answer me this, Mr. World’s Greatest…” Sadayo said, holding her arms up and flexing two fingers on each hand to indicate quotation as she recited his self-appointed title, and then would proceed to ask him about his training as a puppeteer and whether or not he’s reviewed on the infamous mechanic manuals. A tidbit of information passed to her by the pink-haired shopkeeper.
• Conductive by Nature: Metal components on puppets, within close to mid-range, are susceptible to conducting Sadayo's electrical ninjutsu during actions.
◈ Attributes:
• Efficient Fingers: Chakra cost for Kugutsu C Rank and above is reduced by 10 points. •Part of the Act: Chakra regain is increased by [10]. Increasing regeneration rate up to [15] chakra and maintaining stamina regain at [5] (applies to During Combat situations)
◈ Combat Activity: OUT OF COMBAT Jutsu Active: Chakra; 510 Chakra Chakra Activity: [0/3 Activation :: SADAYO] [0/3 Activation :: PUPPET] [# Supplementary Activation] [# Offensive Activation]
◈ Puppet Information
{Yūutsu 憂鬱} : Status: Inactive
- "Tear Spray" B - Rank seal :: 3 Post Cooldown :: Ready - 25 Senbon :: No Poison Applied :: Ready
A messanger bird soaring far above the two would swoop down, landing directly between Masato and his new found teacher. It coo'ed, begging Masato to take its package. Masato after a long, very awkward staring contest with the crow would stoop down, removing the note. Before he could open it, the crow would have taken flight and returned to elsewhere. Unfolding the notice he would read aloud.
" Genin, The first tournament hosted by the hidden sand village of the genin rank will be hosted tommorrow. "
Masato turned to his teacher. "If you decide to teach me somethin' new before tomorrow, I'll be here training."
With his short comment, he put roughly one hundred feet between him and the teacher, approaching a clearing where he could practice what he next needed to accomplish. Pulling his arms to his sides and clenching his fists he would spread his legs into a horse stance. " Hooooooaaaaaahhhhh" He shouted, as he began to attempt to bring his power to its next level. Slowly the distortion that was synonymous with the opening of the first gate appeared. [Gate of Healing (休門, Kyūmon) [1/5]
Masato's veins around his forehead and jaw became visable as his skin began to take a slight reddish tint. As he felt himself becoming rejuvinated from his earlier spar, he knew instinctively that he was reaching his goal. " Kyyuuuumonnnn!" He shouted, putting his all into unlocking the second gate that resided within his brain. Upon unlocking the small grains of sand and dirt in the area began to quake and slowly rise around his feet.
Gate of Healing (休門, Kyūmon) [2/5]
Standing upright, Masato examined his body, feeling the difference in his new found power. He stood near a tree in the dojo's shadow. He took three short steps before leaping forward at his full speed, unleashing a fully charged punch from his elevated strength and speed. As his fist contacted the tree, the bark from its backside would explode outward, falling around the area leaving the tree skinned. Removing his fist from the tree would reveal a small fist shaped crater in the oak.
Gate of Healing (休門, Kyūmon) [3/5]
Gaining confidence, Masato would try once more to accomplish a great feat in this state. He leapt skyward, clearing the first twenty feet of the tree in one leap. Using his increased power to grasp the tree's side with an open hand, his hand would crush the outside of the tree, allowing his hand to dig inside the tree to create a grip on the spot. With this grip he would throw himself another twenty feet with ease, placing himself upon the top branch of the tree's level. Coming to this precipice of the tree, he placed all his weight upont he branch with a kick. The branch's elacticity allowed it to bend and launch Masato back to earth.
[Gate of Healing (休門, Kyūmon) [4/5]]
Approaching the ground rapidly, Masato would grasp his blade from his back, slashing downward at the point of impact with the earth. His blade would be planted, creating a small trench facing the direction of its blade's path, but dispercing the impact and allowing a safe landing. Masato raised from a knelt position after the impact, having obtained control over his next gate/
Gate of Healing (休門, Kyūmon) [5/5]
Masato could feel the energized state of his second gate coming to a close. Still on a high from the tournament starting the next day he would push himself further still. He gripped his sword from the earth with one mighty pull. Turning back to the tree, twenty feet away, he charged forward. Bringing the blade back in a horizontal slash, Masato would make an unyielding impact upon the tree.
Gate of Life (生門, Seimon) [1/5]
Just as the sword reached the climax of its swing, barely making it a fourth of the way through the tree, the veins in Masato's head bulged once again, his skin turning a vibrant red this time. His teeth gritted, he grunted as his grey, smoke like chakra poured outward. The earth around him began to flow upward in larger chunks. " Seiiiimon!" He shouted, as the third gate would be tapped into. This gate, located in his spinal cord, allowed his strength to grow more so.
Gate of Life (生門, Seimon)[2/5]
Tightening his grip, the smoke like charka around the tree would mask his great effort as the blade began to move through the tree more so, just like a hot knife to butter. As his blade completed its path, he would throw the sword to the side, using all the momentum that had built up from the strength being mustered. He would pause as the tree began to fall. ' Aw s**t' He thought as the oak began to fall towards the dojo. While he didnt' particually care for the tree, his mind went to his teacher on the other side, and the sensei of the arts inside who tried to teach him other types of taijutsu. He couldnt let that happen. Gate of Life (生門, Seimon) [3/5]
Reacting with all of his potential speed, Masato seemingly vanished and reappeared directly below the tree's path towards the dojo. With a secondary leap he approached the falling oak head on. As the distance closed between he and his target he cocked his fist back, readying it for impact. As his fist impacted the tree it halted momentarily. For the instant time seemed to stop for the area. " No....Room...for....WEAKNESS!" He blasted as he drew his fist back, slamming his opposite fist into the tree a second time and following it with a roundhouse kick.
Gate of Life (生門, Seimon) [4/5]
With his execution of the round house kick, the tree began to fall in the opposite direction. He fell back to earth, exhausted from the attempt. He would watch as the massive tree fell back towards the lake that was located on the edge of the property. It would land inside the water vertically, causing a large wave to be sent out to all corners of the lake, overlapping the shores. Breathing heavily, Masato would allow his use of the third gate to relax. His limbs felt the strain of the action. His muscles had torn slightly and become very sore for the moment.
[Gate of Life (生門, Seimon) 5/5]
While his muscle soreness would deter him from perusing his training in the gates for now, he would not hesitate to push himself in other arts. Be would begin to practice his basic Taijutsu. While rather thick headed, he understood that he needed more than just raw strength and speed to fight a foe. He entered the dojo once again, seeking the instruction of the old man who assisted him previously. Once inside he sought instruction on the Formless arts, Leaf great light rotation.
Practicing the art, Masato would fall in line with the old man. He would practice charging at the man, dropping down and supporting himself by his hands and executing a sweeping attack with his legs that would knock his foe over and send them spiraling away. Several attempts and almost an hour of repetitions he would finally perform it right as the clone of the man poofed after hitting the wall.
The instructor would move on to showing how this technique was to be properly used, as a roundhouse kick. This Strong leaf hurricane allowed the user to deliver a crushing blow to the foe, allowing him to defeat opponents with ease. The sensei would show the technique against one of his own clones, sending it flying into the wall once more. Were it a man it would've demolished the wall stricken as well.
Masato would take up this technique as well, having the teacher's clone before him he would attempt his first roundhouse kick. The roundhouse kick would be a flying one, attacking the clone's right cheek. The clone, of the same general skill of the master, would catch the foot and send Masato flying. Masato's kick lacked the determination needed to kill a foe. Masato would stand once more, determined to land it effectively.
With his last chance at performing the technique that would keep his dignity in tact, Masato concentrated on the foe, ready to blast his head off with his powerful kick. Charging at the foe he felt his adrenaline peak. This was it, the moment of truth. He Launched his kick at the foe's head, prepared to destroy him. The momentum the technique launched at would give it a true threat. The clone would attempt to halt the movement but Masato's kick penetrated its defenses, destroying it before it even had a chance to fly away.
The next technique that the genin would practice would be the Oukashou [ Cherry Blossom Collision ]. The technique would allow the user to release a burst of chakra upon the moment of impact. The sensei would do this on a training dummy, demolishing it in a single blow.
Oukashou [ Cherry Blossom Collision ] [1/4]
Taking up a fighting stance, he approached the training dummy. Swinging a hooked right fist he built up his chakra and released it. Unfortunately it was too soon and the chakra was wasted. With frustration, he would continue this onslaught of fists one after another. Oukashou [ Cherry Blossom Collision ] [2/4]
Finally, his stikes began to carry weight, his fist would release a blast of chakra onto the sandbag dummy. Its impact would blow a hole in the back of the sandbag, creating a wave of sand from the sheer impact. The sensei, setting up a new dummy would allow Masato to repeat the practice several times until it became a much simpler task. Oukashou [ Cherry Blossom Collision ] [3/4]
With the basics of the technique down, Masato would spend up to several hours maintaining the technique and learning to act and react with the technique active. His strength increase would become passive, allowing an even greater amount of power to run through him, making his body even more of a deadly weapon without the use of his gates. Oukashou [ Cherry Blossom Collision ] [4/4]]
[OOC: Sorry, I wanted to wait around for this, but with the tournament starting tomorrow, I need to bust out as much training as I can for Masato. I'll stay in this topic to train so if you post we can just expedite this. I'd like for Masato to learn from an actual teacher for development purposes.]
__"What a pity, what a shame! Under love's heavy burden do I sink!" He jumped to his feet and continued to look at Sadayo. When she spoke of the mechanism manuals, or whatever it was, he was completely flummoxed. He twirled a lock of hair in his fingers and contemplated before a response. "Of course I know all about the, uh...machine manuals! This is my art after all!" Tetsuhiko paused once more before he continued. "This sounds important, how could I not know what this is?" The Iron Prince was almost sweating out his anxiety. "I just haven't looked at them in a while. If you could just refresh my, um, memory." The Iron Prince continued to think about what she could possibly be talking about and was still grasping at nothing.
As his apprentice went about her given task he let out a small sigh hearing the back and fourth between the two. While he could appreciate love and its effects, especially when it was real. But this was going a bit too far. The man was like a love sick puppy who had gone too long without its mate. Thumbing the engagement ring on his finger he could not help but wonder if that was how he would act should Sonyo be absent for some extended period of time. Shaking the thought free the man followed Masato to the clearing.
Due to his unique gift, he had no trouble quite literally seeing the chakra that manifested around the boy, even before his activation of the gates. Once the man had begun Nari remained silent until he peaked out at the fifth gate. From there he stepped forward and called out,"Tell me something. Why the gates? What are they to you? What cause or desire do you seek so relentlessly that you would literally consume yourself in the pursuit of it?"
[ o ] Chakra : : 2610 / 2610 x [ o ] Stamina : : 2610 / 2610 x [ o ] Sage : : 00 / 870 x [ o ] Ryo : : 71,300 x [ o ] AC : : 50,700 x [ o ] Buki / Blood x [ o ] Jinchuriki x [ o ] A - Rank Jounin x [ o ] Suna x [ o ] Kaguya x [ o ] Ninshuu Sage xxx
> Iron resiliency: The user has gone through tough enough training, being roughed up and moved around in armor to understand what it feels like. The user's fortitude is mildly increased. > Iron Disciple: The user, through hours of intense training in multiple bad scenarios, has learned the old saying of “to kill with one punch.” Because they do not want to find themselves outnumbered, or maybe for pure enjoyment sake, the user is able to hit with great intensity when striking a foe, focusing on tension, grounding, stability, and strength at the impact sight. The user's striking strength is mildly increased. > Swift Foot: A well trained individual is usually faster than an untrained individual, and the practitioners of the Iron Fist understand this fact more than anyone. However, those of the Iron fist not only accomplish this boost of speed….they also do it in armor! The user is now unaffected by the additional weight of armor (to a logical limit), and when the user is out of armor, their body and technique speed is greatly increased at the loss of the protection. They are much more adept at bursting into action, going from standing to 100% in single moments. Conversely, the user can now perform these techniques without needing armor. Must relearn every technique at half the learning cost to perform techniques without armor to learn the different distances and timing of the techniques. Overrides restriction. > True Belief: The user has meditated and trained long enough in this monk art to understand how important true belief is. By understanding the power of the spirit over the mind, and the mind over the body, the user has increased their stamina by sheer will power alone, as well as increased their toughness and durability. Increases Stamina by +25 for every style mastered. > Satori [ Enlightenment ]: Meditation and spiritual exploration and understand yields interesting results. Due to the greater understanding of the self, the user is more aware of the connection between their mind, body and spirit, and how to utilize that connection. The user is now slightly more skilled at just about everything. Striking, blocking, moving, absorbing, and taking damage. The user's strength and fortitude is increased heavily. > Offensive Style: Knife Stances: The user becomes more accustomed to upward, downward, and sideways slashing motions. Speed of all Bukijutsu employing small arms is mildly increased. > Offensive Style: Simple Play: With this training, the user is able to more comfortably switch between upward, downward, and sideways slashing motions in a pinch. The user's reflexes are mildly increased. > Trick Style: Knife Toss: The practitioner has developed a greater sense of precision and is now able to throw, juggle, and catch their knives by the hilt with ease. Confers a slight reflex bonus to the practitioner. > Offensive Style: Artless Draw: The practitioner has better developed their ability to pull their blade straight from its resting place to an offensive slash. Slightly increases the speed of strikes made when drawing a small weapon. > Trick Style: Retreating Feet: The practitioner, already acquainted with many techniques in the style, has finally realized that with a little bit of personal training, they are able to increase the precision and speed at which they lift and press their feet. The practitioner's footsteps are rendered silent to all who do not have enhanced hearing, and the footsteps they leave in soft ground are shallow. This not only assists their ability to sneak up on people faster and quieter, but also helps when running from trackers. > Trick Style: Blade’s Edge: The practitioner has developed an even greater sense of precision and is now able to throw, juggle, and catch their knives by the tip with ease. Additionally, some projectiles, such as shuriken or kunai, can be caught by their tip. Confers a slight increase to the user's reflexes. > Offensive Style: Stepless: The practitioner has become so used to performing quick and silent steps that they scarcely realize that they themselves are moving. The user's speed and reflexes are mildly boosted. > Offensive Style: Mistborn Stepping: Silent, swift, and sharp. The practitioner is able to creep about at a decent pace while making close to zero noise. While moving through an area where cover or some obscuring factor is present (buildings, people, fog, etc.), the practitioner gains a moderate bonus to speed and reflex. > Skill: Multitasking: While the first two stages of the style revolve around the very basics of how to use a bow, the third stage incorporates the use multiple arrows into a more stylish way of battling. Mastery allows the user to simultaneously fire multiple arrows with any technique that does not specifically state otherwise, and allows the Arrow Creation technique to create up to three arrows at once with no increase in cost. > Skill: Manipulation: Manipulating the bow itself is simple, but controlling the arrows is very difficult. Many enhancements can be made to arrows to give them different flight paths, but buying those kinds of arrows is expensive and making them is difficult, so a method was developed wherein the user can freely alter how an arrow flies without need for such trifles. During this training, the user practices firing arrows with abnormal hand positions. Reduces the Stamina cost of bow-related Bukijutsu techniques (including Formless Styles) by 10 Stamina, to a minimum of 5 Stamina. > Skill: Adaptability: For the most part, the style thus far has focused on techniques to be used while stationary. However, this leads to many problems when fighting alone in situations that demand frequent movement. During this training exercise, the practitioner is to practice all known techniques while running, jumping, and maneuvering across a battlefield. After mastery, the user can align shots even while running and jumping.
{ Stats and Stat Bonuses }
Current Stats
Speed: Double Supremely Increased [ +12 ] xx Strength: Heavily Increased [ +4 ] xx Relfex: Double Supremely Increased [ +12 ] xx Fortitude: Supremely Increased [ +6 ]
A moment of self-debate concerning whether or not to throw out what she knew about the books here. Her eyebrows raise, contemplating the what single benefit she could, and then fell into a furrow when she mulled over the remaining few, mildly bothersome reasons against sticking around. One: the location was weird, just weird despite being incredibly normal. The second reason stems from a gut feeling that something needed her attention soon. The girl gave a simple, flat order: ”walk and talk” and began to walk forward. Sadayo’s path was straight, aside from a sharp, curving detour around Tetsuhiko before resuming her direct path to walk along the side of the building. Surely, the ambitious boy was in tow. It would be a shocker if he wasn’t, really, as he’s head over freaking heels with her. ” The ‘mech manuals’, as i’ve heard them named, are essential to understanding deeper into a puppet.[/green] If she wasn’t sounding like a teacher before, now would be a good time for her to feel she was. ”It’s like, her hands began to gesture now, as she spoke. ”Those books give one insight to effective manipulation,” she continues while beginning to mimic the motions as if she were holding threads: flexing, rotating fingers, turning, and waving her hands in place of full arm swings. ”so you can configure stronger attacks. Basic attacks, that is, through a puppet’s limbs or features. Heavier punches, bites, kicks, slaps, and stuff all without having to be with the knowledge of those fancy physical fighting styles. Wrapping up her hand display, she claps her hands then noticing she still has both gloves on, and allows her arms to rest. ”Make sense? Oh, stay close too. We’re heading to the ancient library place. When the pair finally reach the other side of the building and to the open training grounds, Sadayo would look back over to find Nari. He was still there. Flesh in place of a shell. She gave him a blank, but hard stare, as she kept moving with Tetsuhiko hopefully behind. If not behind, then in a dreamy walk, side-by-side.
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OOC: ______
Azeiel The Risen
Kumurai Kaicho
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◈ ◈ Passives
• Conductive by Nature: Metal components on puppets, within close to mid-range, are susceptible to conducting Sadayo's electrical ninjutsu during actions.
◈ Attributes:
• Efficient Fingers: Chakra cost for Kugutsu C Rank and above is reduced by 10 points. •Part of the Act: Chakra regain is increased by [10]. Increasing regeneration rate up to [15] chakra and maintaining stamina regain at [5] (applies to During Combat situations)
◈ Combat Activity: OUT OF COMBAT Jutsu Active: Chakra; 510 Chakra Chakra Activity: [0/3 Activation :: SADAYO] [0/3 Activation :: PUPPET] [# Supplementary Activation] [# Offensive Activation]
◈ Puppet Information
{Yūutsu 憂鬱} : Status: Inactive
- "Tear Spray" B - Rank seal :: 3 Post Cooldown :: Ready - 25 Senbon :: No Poison Applied :: Ready
Masato, somewhat exhausted from his training regiment, would be approached by Nariomi once more as Masato exited the dojo building. This time he called from afar. Masato, needing a break after reaching the third gate would approach, his exertion gave him some clarity as his rage had been vented out in training.
A sigh escaped his lips as he tapped his index finger on his lip and tapped his foot, trying to think of the right words. " Well honestly, I didn't choose the gates... it just came naturally to me." nodded, agreeing with himself on his word choice. " When I fight, I don't worry about what technique I'm going to use. Its like I'm in a trance, ya know." Masato's fighting had almost all been an instinctive action and reaction. Very seldom would he stop and think, he lived the most in the heat of battle. Masato held his fist out straight ahead of himself. " The gates...is like an extension of my will. I just...overcome things when I need to get stronger." A cheesy grin followed by him retracting his opposite arm and scratching the back of his head nervously. It was very rare he spoke whole heartily like that.
Looking over his shoulder and to the sky that was setting, his demeanor changed. " Only a few more hours until the tournament. I gotta finish" He shouted as he turned about face. He slammed his fist to an open palm in excitement " I'm gettin' warmed up now!" He shouted as his chakra blasted in an aura around him. Time to get started again. Gate of Pain (傷門, Shōmon) [1/5]
Masato rushed forward, disappearing from the average human's sight. He would become noticed next at the tree in the lake he gripped the tree tightly in both hands as he firmly planted his legs and squatted. With a standing motion and a mighty heave, he lifted the trunk upward into the air. As it flew he crouched once more, preparing to launch again. " Shooomon~" He announced as his form blurred towards the object in the air. Gate of Pain (傷門, Shōmon) [2/5]
As Masato reached the giant tree mid flight he would prepare his next assault. He lifted his leg, delivering a powerful kick to the tree that would cause it to become vertically to the earth. In another blur he would appear above the tree, grabbing it as though he was about to hug it. With some strain he would begin to aim the tree towards the earth as the two began to spiral downward to the clearing. " OMOTE RENGEE!" he shouted. [Omote Renge 1/5] [Gate of Pain (傷門, Shōmon) [3/5]
As the tree and Masato plumeted towards earth, he would release his grip so that the great oak would crash without his injury. As it impacted the ground, the tree would create a tremor that shook the building of the dojo. The tree was now planted direclty next to the stump it once was connected to. Masato had performed the front lotus on such a grand sized target. His strain was growing more and more easy to bear. [Omote Renge 2/5] [Gate of Pain (傷門, Shōmon) [4/5]
Nearing the end of his gate's execution, he knew he had to attempt another pratice run or so of the front lotus. As he continued to fall just above the tree, he held his fist out to the side and aimed it towards the trunk of the tree now impaling the earth. He would force his fist into the center of the trunk, cracking the massive target top to bottom along the grain. As it split, Masato would land beside it, panting slightly as he prepared to combat the next obstacle he had created. [Omote Renge 2/5] [Gate of Pain (傷門, Shōmon) [5/5]
With one last push he would force his body to its current limits, realizing he actually had some. " ONE....MORE...TIME!" He screamed as the chakra he emited became more vibrant and glowed green as his sweat began to evaporate, his reddish skin popping more veins than before as his blood flow maximized. Drool spat from his mouth as he amped himself up. "TOOOOOMON!" He exclaimed, unlocking the fifth gate. At that moment he delivered an unseen roundhouse kick to the tree that caused it to split in several dozen pieces that were the size of an adult man. Vanishing he would appear below one, replicating the front lotus once again. [Omote Renge 3/5] Gate of Limit (杜門, Tomon)[1/5]
As he moved, his muscles tore, it was unlikely that even Sensei Nariomi could track his movements without seeing mere blurs or flashes of him. One after another he would vanish and reappear, setting up logs for the front lotus. Each log he would plumet to the ground with would land so deeply beneath the earth they were unseen. [Omote Renge 4/5] Gate of Limit (杜門, Tomon)[2/5]
Masato was now breating heavily, the repititous use of the front lotus and the gates was pushing his body way too far. His chakra continued to rage like a mad aura flickering about him. His sweat evaporating so rapidly that he appeared dry even though he was nearly dehydrated. His long hair flew about wildly, seeming to have life of its own. The last log would begin its decent, allowing Masato to guide it to the earth finally. [Omote Renge 5/5] Gate of Limit (杜門, Tomon)[3/5]
Not having completely mastered his final gate transformation, Masato looked for another challenge. Shifting his eyes about he found the forest near the edge of the grounds. He vanished in the blink of an eye, showing up at the trees. He began punching and kicking combination about each of the trees. As he carried on multiple trees would fall to his mighty fists.
Gate of Limit (杜門, Tomon)[4/5]
With all his might he continued his onslaught, he could feel each movement causing his limbs to strain. Muscles continuously tore as he pushed the training further and further. Each motion became exponentially more painful. The vibrant green sweat dissipated as the chakra dimmed to a slight flicker. He knelt now, worn beyond imagination. " Did...it..." he said, having achieved the 5th gate.
Gate of Limit (杜門, Tomon)[5/5] Exhausted, with every muscle torn in his body, Masato would drag himself back over to the edge of the Dojo, resting on the cold earth just long enough to muster the will to travel back to the Hospital.
__ When she started walking Tetsuhiko followed side by side with her. The much younger and shorter lad memorized all of the lines of her face in order to avoid ever forgetting it as if he could. He listened to her words as she explained the Mech Manuals to him and he nodded throughout. "So these mech manuals are some kind of combat-related enhancement for basic puppet movements." That sounded incredibly useful and he was slightly annoyed that no one told him about them beforehand, except for the lovely Sadayo. He followed her out of the dojo area and then out of the training grounds, en route to the ancient library.
Sighing as she entered the dojo she knew she didn't have much time. Sneezing briefly she moved over to her own little area of the dojo. To practice in private with a style to get used to it and learn it.
Annoyed that most of her time was being wasted she threw her jacket on the ground. Unseathing her katana she growled as she began to practice. Thrusting her katana she performed a basic stab of the style. {1/1 Basic Stab}
Moving onto the next technique she began to practice with her foot work. Moving back and forward with ease. It was hard to trace her movements but not as difficult as a shuunshin. {1/1 Linear step}
Then holding her katana in front of she began to practice putting chakra within it. This wasn't something she was new to as her bloodline had lots of techniques like this. Sure enough it wasn't long until a layer of chakra was applied to the blade. {1/1 Reinforcement}
Continuing with the chakra technique around the blade she morphed it. Moving the chakra to the sides of the blade rather than the edge. This technique would be use to easily deflect ninjutsu. {1/1 Deflection}
Simulating someone was attacking her she reacted with raw ferocity. Acting as if she caught the blade with hers she ground her blade against the imaginary one and propelled herself forward. She closed the distance and ended it by slashing her imaginary foe. {1/1 Forward Grind}
She was slightly panting as she was pushing herself too hard for this upcoming tournament. Then again it wasn't her fault the Kazekage dropped a bomb on her so soon by saying it was tomorrow. Pivoting on one leg she acted like she parried an incoming attack then used a beautiful counter attack. {1/1 Pivot block}
She began to swipe quicker and quicker at her imaginary foe. Understanding she had unlocked yet another technique. Yet the downfall to it was the strength behind it was lacking. {1/1 Calligraphy}
Holding her katana in front of her she began to focus more chakra into the blade. Understanding that she only had one shot at this. Gritting her teeth she watched chakra envelope the blade and extend it. {1/1 Extension}
She began to work on her foot work some more. Getting more of a feel for combat so that she wouldn't be thrown off balance. She didn't know entirely if this would come through or not but she only had one direction to go. Up. {1/1 Solid Footing}
Holding her blade out in front of her yet again she began to focus more upon the blade. Harnessing the chakra in a new manner. One that would create an after strike with her blade which would be devastating. {1/1 Twin blade}
She began to work on her foot work once more pushing herself further and further. She even used the training wires in the dojo to get proficient enough to run n the wire. Yet another training method she hadn't a clue that would be beneficial. {1/1 Thread Walking}
Cracking her neck she knew this was going to be the hard part. She growled as she was almost there yet again. Not a single soul was going to be able to stop her. {1/2}
She began to practice with her strikes increasing not only her speed but her strength as well. She continued this process over and over until she reached her limit. Finally unlocking yet another technique to use within combat. {2/2 Advance of Steel}
She began to work on speed once more but she wanted to push herself even further. Striking quicker and quicker each time. She knew what she had to do fore this. {1/3}
She had to make this into a technique. If she could work this in then it would become devastating to her enemy. Sweat began to drip from her brow as she continued further and further. {2/3}
She didn't care if she passed out from her training. All that she cared about was completion of this style. Then it would give her a better chance in this tournament. {3/3 Brush Stroke}
Placing another imaginary opponent in front of her she began to practice blocking their attacks. One after the other as if she was studying their fighting style. Such a thing was almost adorable with how fierce she looked. {1/2}
As she used the forward grind she targeted the opponent's hands. Acting as if her blade would cut through them like butter. Such a thing would cause her enemy to drop their weapon for sure. {2/2 Disarming}
Holding her blade in front her she closed her eyes as this technique was going to take more out of her than the rest. As if the training wasn't already getting to her in the first place. She gritted her teeth and poured chakra into the blade of hers. {1/3}
She already knew the basis of this technique as it was an advanced version of the earlier technique. Something that she was going to get shti about she knew all too well. But she didn't care as she continued to strive for glory. {2/3}
She was goign to have to pass out before she quit training. Because nothing was going to stop her from reaching the stars! Upon oppening her eyes she swung her blade mightily creating three after strikes a blink of an eye after her blade hit the dummy. {3/3 Hydra Strike}
Holding up her katana up next to her face she took a defensive stance. Practicing just the concept of it as she began to perform stab after stab. Resetting her position after each one. {1/3}
She did this process almost mercilessly as she wasn't going to be stopped for anything. Stab after stab after stab it became muscle memory. She had to continue for the sake of her speed. {2/3}
Then upon performing one last stab she did something different this time. She didn't follow through with the attack and instead pulled it back and redirected it for a different area of the body. It all happened so fast that she knew she was going to be able to pull it all off. {3/3 Illusory Double}
After all was said and done she sheathed her katana and wiped her brow with her sleeve. Walking over to her jacket she picked it up and slid it back on before reporting back to the Kazekage for whatever she wanted. {exit}
After several dozen minutes passed, Masato gathered himself, using his sword as a walking stick. He began to walk slowly towards town. " Ran out of time to learn something from you today, looks like it'll have to wait until after the tournament." He said with a confident grin. " I'm gonna mop the floor with em all." With that, Masato would exit, wondering if Nariomi would attend the audience.
While he wished he had more time to train, Fukuwa knew that such a luxury was limited. The tournament was going to start soon so he had to put his all into the Kaiser style while he still had the chance. Standing in an open spot within the dojo, he secluded himself off from the others to gain peace of mind while he worked. Right...enter the stance.. He thought to himself, letting a mixture of chakra and stamina course through his tenketsu while he put himself in the basic martial arts stance. One hand outwards, punching arm pulled back while the same went for his legs. "Lord of Kaiser!" He shouted, his tenketsu bursting with chakra, expanding his musles, and he didn't wait even a moment before throwing a punch. One with all his might, the chakra from his kaiser lord ability leaving a golden streak in the air with his movement. [Lord of Kaiser: (complex) Learned ] [Heavy Punch learned]
With the punch thrown, his movements didn't stop, body lunging forwards in a burst of speed. The chakra coursing through his body allowed him to distribute force beneath him, letting him burst in a straight line wherever he was facing. The speed alone was...unlike him. He launched into one of the training dummies, grabbing it and bringing it into a roll with himself. He felt his muscles seize for a moment throughout the movement, never pushing himself that far physically already...This isn't even near my limit...Katsu! Stopping the roll, the effect of the lord of Kaiser ability took place, launching the dummy up high enough to smack hard against the ceiling. With the initial attack over, he felt like there could be something more. A defense to deal with the starting burst? If he was charging straight at someone it was incredibly likely that he'd be countered at some point. If he wanted to achieve more success he'd have to master the real art of Kaiser. Chakra armor. Closing pale red eyes, he rolled his fingers into a fist, clenching tight while his muscles continued adapting to the force. He figured his body was big enough to handle the massive strength of the style...he hadn't even scratched the surface yet. Still, it wouldn't stop him. He'd build his power, and reach a new height. Letting out a long exhale, he loosened his fist, muscles relaxing, stance losing it's tension. It probably couldn't be seen...but he was definitely armored. [Lord of Kaiser: Reaching Heaven (complex) Learned] [Stimulating Armor Learned]
"Fukuwa! You're training Kaiser right now? That big Genin tournament is right around the corner, yknow." The young self-proclaimed Kaiser lord turned to see his father, recognizing the familiar voice from the start. It was a bit of a surprise to see him at first, but then he remembered that his father was still a registered Shinobi, so it wasn't too surprising for him to be at the Dojo. "Oh, yeah I know it's started. I have some time to get there though so I was trying to learn as much of Kaiser as I can beforehand." He stated, still in stance, prepared to learn the next technique. "I see, then...have you reached...this...level?!" His dad yelled out, bringing his body into a tiger stance while bringing his body into the full out S-rank Kaiser armor technique, leaving Fukuwa to blink in a bit of astonishment. "Uhh, no...dad, I can't pick up on those techniques yet. Just...train with me please until I can reach that point." He said, hoping to calm down his seemingly pumped up parent while turning to him in his stance. Yomuru Tokugawa brought down his armor to the same basic level as Fuku's, and with a nod they began. Fukuwa led in, two simple punches with the left then right hand, following up with a leg kick. Both punches were blocked but the kick went through, that small undefended tap leading to his father being knocked back a few feet due to the nature of the Kaiser Lord ability. Launching himself forward by exerting the energy through his legs once more, he charged his father with the Kaiser crown, only to have it dodged, his haori grabbed in the process before he was thrown back to where he started. When Fukuwa caught his balance, he forced himself not to fall and turned to strike his charging father, letting out a strong straight punch, shifting his hips and turning his body/arm mid way to change it into an overhead. It was enough to slip past Yomuru's stance and deck him on the cheek, once more sending him back a few feet. [ Kaiser Crown learned at B rank] [Crumbling Overhead learned at B rank] [Hard Physical C Rank]
"You don't need to take it that easy on me. Remember...I want to be strong enough to handle whatever is out there. If you and mom are really ready for me to be a Shinobi, treat me with some respect." Fukuwa said, a bit of annoyance in his tone as his kaiser chakra flared, the gold aura swirling slowly around his person. "Heh...right. I was unsure about you taking this path, but as your father I can't say I don't like your determination. Consider this your test then, to see if you're worthy enough to participate in that tournament. Come now, Fukuwa Tokugawa." He responded, bringing a sheepish grin from his son. "You're so dramatic...but at least I know who I get that from." With that, the both of them started. Yomuru started the assault that time, moving fast enough to the point where Fuku had to strain his eyes to catch it. Still, he rose his arms fast enough to defend the strike, placing his hands against the top of his head while his armored elbows defending against hard fists. Expecting his father to copy his prior combo, he jumped up then, controlling his Kaiser chakra to not raise him too high up, rising above the incoming leg kick. Taking the opportunity to strike, he threw out his right arm, only to cough up at the punch to his own midsection. It sent him back a bit, but he rolled to stand up. Right...the combo doesn't use a lot of momentum in the arms, it's not a good enough counter unless I'm fast enough. He thought, knowing to cover that weakness. It was a mistake...one he needed to compensate for. When the next assault started, he focused more on dodging, waiting for an opportune moment. When he stepped back to avoid a hook, he purposely made it seem like he was about to stumble, knowing his father would take the opportunity to punish him. Rather than get hit though, he caught the fist coming his way, grabbing the wrist tightly and pulling with his right hand while the left shot out in a chakra-enhanced strike fast enough to break through. It was more speed than strength, but it was enough to stun. Stopping Yomuru from flying back due to the grip on his arm, he yanked again, shoving his right arm forward after and turning to deliver a strong elbow...that was of course blocked. Of course I can't stun him for that long. [Sudden Straight learned at B rank] [Elbow Bolt learned at B rank] [Hard Physical B rank]
The more he fought his dad, the stronger he felt. Or was that just an effect of Kaiser? He...couldn't tell yet. His father went in for an assault once more after the blocked elbow...and he could tell that dad was getting a bit more serious. The strikes were faster, to the point where blocking them started to hurt and dodging them was getting harder, forcing him to defend himself physically. He grit his teeth, sucked in breath when he could. It wasn't even close to his dads best but he was already getting steamrolled...he guessed that was the difference between a Jounin and Genin, there was really no comparison between the two. Deciding that he was tired of being a punching bag, he yelled out and rushed into the next attack, eating a punch to his chest but pushing through it, shoving his father to the side while he got behind him. When Yomuru turned to meet his son with more strikes, he was greeted to a hell brought down onto his neck, forcing him down to his knees for a second. "Ok..." He said, making Fukuwa gulp for all of a moment before he was grabbed by the shoulders, had his left leg swept and was brought to the ground in a classic judo throw. The force made him cough up once again, but when his father made the move to get on top of him, Fukuwa shot his hand up..."Katsu!" A point-blank explosion went off. Their armor nullified the damage but the force was still enough to send Yomuru back and give the Genin enough time to get up. "When did you...have time to get clay?" The elder one asked, bringing a s**t-eating grin to Fukuwa. "I didn't." He said, pointing to the hole bitten out of his fathers jacket. When he shoved his side earlier, it was for more than just repositioning. The moment his father took in inspecting his jacket was all Fuku needed to get in close, striking past the defense his father was about to put up by moving faster than it with a backhand way beyond his own level, definitely something more befitting of a Chuunin. After having basically just slapped his stunned father, he moved forwards with a strong left, slugging his chest and applying the Kaiser Lord's force to create distance once more. [ Guillotine Drop Learned at B rank ] [ Iron Backhand Learned at B rank ] [ Meaty Punch Learned ]
"Not baaad, Fukuwa, not bad at all. I've been fighting at least at a Chuunin level most the time so you're definitely keeping up. How about we end this with a Lariat and you can learn the rest of your techniques later?" He said, and Fukuwa merely nodded in response...though part of him knew they both weren't going to stop until he hit his limit. There was still one more armor technique he had to learn. Sighing a bit, he grasped his right shoulder with his left hand and began to stretch, rolling it a bit and sending it through the motions a few times. He knew how taxing a Lariat could be on both the opponent and himself if he messed it up. When he moved forwards, it was with conviction in his heart. Even if he lost the clash, if he could put up a fight that'd be enough for him. The only person he could tolerate losing to was his father...but not even that would be the case forever. Blasting forwards with what he had left of Kaiser Lord, he met his father halfway in a clash. A part of him wanted to choke and gasp for breath right away when Yomuru's arm met with his chest and neck, but he grit his teeth and held on, forcing his body to continue pressing forwards, holding his ground. To anyone else it probably would've looked like the most aggressive half-hug ever given between father and son, but Fukuwa was pushing his arm forwards with all he had, his back muscles cramping up along with those of his shoulder but he still pulled through. He turned his hip the opposing way of his dads but it still didn't work. Kaiser Lord had run out...still, there was another way to increase his strength, his force. He had to focus his mind and heart, but how the hell could he do that in a Lariat clash? I need to prove myself. What am I here for if I can't push past my limitations? This is WITHIN MY GRASP! He started to yell out, forcing his body past the edge, chakra zapping his skin like lightning as his mind focused simply on winning. It tore at his throat and he wanted to gasp so badly, but all he did was yell out what air he had, straining himself, pushing to the very edge until his body was alight with chakra! The next armor stage...still, with his whole body strength pushed to the level of a Chuunin, he managed to make his father waver before he was done in, pushed down and into the ground by the lariat, left to a gasping mess in an instant. In a last ditch effort he shot himself up, using sheer strength to jump high into the air, but...he passed out midway through. His stamina was completely exhausted and he was beaten, picked up and carried over his fathers shoulder before he could hit the ground. "Phew, you're gonna be something one day, future kaiser lord. For now lets go get you home. Mom can replenish you before you head out to that tournament." [ Breaking Lariat Learned at B rank ] [ Golem Missile Learned at B rank] [Invigorating Armor Learned ]
__ Tetsuhiko approached the Training Grounds and entered the dojo with a newfound understanding of puppet mechanics. He began by summoning Artemisia and attaching ten threads to her. "Time for...a rehearsal, Artemisia!"He exclaimed with excitement before commencing puppet formless style training.
He began by manipulating his puppet. Artemisia flew across the room under his command and threw a simple punch with her iron fist at a dummy target in the dojo. With the pulling of more strings, she performed another punch attack with the other hand.
Artemisia then performed a strong kick on the target's hip. After that, another kick was performed from the opposite foot. She then did a roundhouse kick.
Tetsuhiko could feel his puppet's physical attacks gaining strength. Once again, she threw a punch at the dummy's face. Then the other fist was thrown at the face. [ LEARNED: D-Rank Puppet Formless -1 Post from Dojo 3 post total ]
With that completed, the puppet performed a more complex jump kick into the mannequin's chest. After that, a second jump kick was performed with the other leg. Now she attempted a roundhouse kick to the face.
Another set of kicks would now be performed as the puppeteer commanded the iron maiden marionette to perform a sweeping kick. Once that sweep kick was accomplished another sweep kick from the other foot occurred. This would be effective at knocking off the dummy's balance.
The puppet then performed an elbow attack to the throat. Then a second elbow attack hit the throat. Finally, a third elbow attack hit the stomach.
Artemisia's strikes were particularly powerful due to her weight and iron design. She then tried a right palm strike to the chest. After this, she used the other palm for the same maneuver. [ LEARNED: C-Rank Puppet Formless -2 Posts from Dojo 4 post total ]
He could feel the power from each strike improve with all of his practice. Now he was going to try for an even stronger master. He started by manipulating Aremisia to jump above the dummy and send her foot down in a powerful strike. He did this again with the other leg.
After that, Artemisia side chopped the dummy with the right arm. She performed the same attack with the other arm. These strikes were quite powerful and doing serious damage to the dummy in question.
All of the attacks were in much quicker, more precise succession as Tetsuhiko became accustomed to the superior mechanism manipulation. He never considered the true power of simple puppet commands. Artemisia then performed a strong headbutt attack into the chest.
He was now halfway there, Artemisia performed a right-handed punch into the dummy's arm. The same was performed on the other side with the other arm. Tetsuhiko kept manipulating her in such a way to increase the strike's precision and accuracy.
Once he gained the insight of precision her strikes were doing noticeably more damage. He could only imagine if he enhanced her physical attacks with his chakra. Perhaps he would try that next, it was something to consider as she performed a simple kick attack to the stomach.
Finally, he applied ten chakra to her right leg as he forced the iron maiden puppet to jump into the air. She swung her leg down with a mighty force. It made contact with the head and completely destroyed the mannequin. Tetsuhiko then smirked with satisfaction. With that, she was dismissed back to her scroll.
[ LEARNED: B-Rank Puppet Formless -2 Posts from Dojo 6 post total ]
__ Tetsuhiko felt satisfied having learned his formless style for puppets. There was so much about his art and its use in combat to learn. Now he was ready to head to the academy to see what all the tournament hubbub was about. "What a promising performance." With excitement he left the dojo and the training grounds en route to the academy.
__ It was a hard fight in that contest against Tetsuhiko. Zhi gave it her all, but that was ironically the reason for her losing. Now she had to finish her training and prepare for their rematch. If there was one thing she was certain of in that fight, it was that she simply didn't hit hard enough. While she wasn't super great at taijutsu, she figured enhancing the most basic of punches and kicks was within her domain of ability. ** LEARNING - Oukashou [ Cherry Blossom Collision ] {{FORMLESS | 1/5 Posts}}
Zhi approached an available training dummy and fell into a rather basic fighting stance. She cocked her fist back and thrust it forward to strike the leather-wrapped chunk of wood that was vaguely shaped like a person. It was the normal kind of good sting one felt when practicing their strikes. If nothing else, she at least hit as hard as the most average of her peers. Obviously, that wasn't enough though. ** LEARNING - Oukashou [ Cherry Blossom Collision ] {{FORMLESS | 2/5 Posts}}
Her fist bounced back into a readied position for her stance as she thrust her other hand out at the same time. This time, Zhi tried to focus a bit of chakra into her hand before the hit would land. Thump! It was pretty much the exact same feeling, almost as if she wasted the chakra she had applied. Something was still off. ** LEARNING - Oukashou [ Cherry Blossom Collision ] {{FORMLESS | 3/5 Posts}}
Thinking back to the training she did with her parents, she tried to come up with something- anything that would give her a clue as to how this would work. If just concentrating chakra into her fists didn't work, then maybe she needed another step to make it all pop into place. "Pop?" A lightbulb went on in her brain as she pulled herself back into her stance again for another try. ** LEARNING - Oukashou [ Cherry Blossom Collision ] {{FORMLESS | 4/5 Posts}}
Zhi took a deep breath. Chakra was focused into the hand she was going to attempt the strike with. She then thrust her hand forward with all her strength, prepared to time her plot just right, "SHANNARO!!" She cried out in a excited, high-pitched voice. At the very moment her fist would reconnect with the surface of the dummy she unleashed the prepared chakra outward like a compacted explosion. The strike would leave a noticeably deep dent on the poor inanimate object. "Yatta!!!" Zhi cheered for her success, bouncing around the dummy like a ritualistic victory dance. ** LEARNED - Oukashou [ Cherry Blossom Collision ] {{FORMLESS | 5/5 Posts}}
Zhi wandered away from the outdoors to finally get a good look at the inside of the dojo on the training grounds. While she browsed around she spotted a very interesting pair of sharp objects that were unusually appealing. It was a pair of small blades designed to be fitted onto one's footwear to enhance kicking. Zhi just gawked at them for awhile, but it occurred to her that her interest was more than just mere curiosity. She wanted to try these out, or use them if she liked them as much as she thought she might. Zhi set her bow and arrows aside and took the time to put them on her boots. ** LEARNING - Hien [ Flying Swallow ] {{FORMLESS | 1/7 Posts}}
Once she had finished fitting the small blades to her shoes Zhi took a few minutes to jog in place and hop around a bit. Once simple movements were covered she even went to try jumping on and off of the walls, rafters, and the ceiling to see how they might impact her maneuverability. Honestly, it was a negligible setback. Zhi decided that she would donate her bow and arrows in trade for these neat little objects. Sure, they wouldn't be super useful in her eventual rematch with T-Fizzle, but for now she figured they were a perfect fit. ** LEARNING - Hien [ Flying Swallow ] {{FORMLESS | 2/7 Posts}}
Still hopping up and down in place, Zhi thought out loud. "Okay, if I'm going to use these then I've gotta get good with them. Like I was with the bow. Let's see now..." If nothing else, Zhi was certain that she could somehow use chakra to make these even better suited to her style of fighting. ** LEARNING - Hien [ Flying Swallow ] {{FORMLESS | 3/7 Posts}}
A new light bulb flashed alight in her mind upon discovering inspiration. "So simple! I'll just apply chakra to them and increase their damage... somehow." Well, the groundwork for a concept was laid out. Now it was time for her to focus and decide their exact path from here on out. ** LEARNING - Hien [ Flying Swallow ] {{FORMLESS | 4/7 Posts}}
Zhi practiced a few basic kicking motions with each foot. Each strike aimed at the air was directed a little higher than the last until she reached her max capacity. Her gaze was laid upon one of many sturdy support pillars in the room as a faux opponent. "Oh!" Zhi gasped and lowered her foot back to the floor. "Chakra is only detectable by most people if it is excessively abundant or molded to take a specific form. So... I'll just make a chakra blade that isn't detectable by normal means." She folded her arms across her undeveloped chest and nodded to approve of her own idea. ** LEARNED - Hien [ Flying Swallow ] {{FORMLESS | 5/7 Posts}}
"It'sgeniusreally! Icanjustimagineallofthepossibilities. Anybodycandodgeakickiftheyseeitcoming, BUT... WHAT IF THEY COULDN'T!? Hye kah kah kah!" Her energetic chuckle following a hyperactive verbalized epiphany echoed through this part of the building. Now, she was seriously excited to use these shoe blade thingimajigs. Zhi assumed another relatively simple fighting stance and planned in her head what kind of chakra control would be needed to pull this off. ** LEARNED - Hien [ Flying Swallow ] {{FORMLESS | 6/7 Posts}}
After a few minutes she felt like she was pretty sure she had the right idea in mind. Zhi began directing and controlling the flow of her chakra so that it was both sharp and flexible. It couldn't be too rigid or it would actually present itself as an aura of sorts radiating off her feet. To confirm the results of her efforts, Zhi physically looked down to see if she could see the chakra with her eyes alone. Nothing. However, she could definitely sense the chakra being present in such a strongly defined form. This effort didn't take a whole lot of chakra to utilize either. What a splendid technique this was! Now she could kick people and make them really start to wonder how they got hit even if they tried dodging her super fast attacks. ** LEARNED - Hien [ Flying Swallow ] {{FORMLESS | 7/7 Posts}}
With all this training done on top of everything else accomplished so far, Zhi felt like she definitely needed to go do something new. Maybe she'd go back to the academy to spectate the rest of the tournament after all? "Hmmmmnnnn..." Zhi mulled over her options as she went running back out of the training grounds without any particular destination in mind at the moment.
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__ This was the place to meet, right? For the first time in his life, Hikaru may have been first to a location. He walked around the training grounds expecting to see someone, but instead being alone. "Guess I'll just wait." He said with a sigh. The boy found the side of the dojo and sat alongside it as his back rested upon it. As he waited, he thought of the comments Tetsuhiko made about his style of combat. Was it really that bad? Yes he makes bombs, but who doesn't like fireworks? Huh. Maybe he could learn to color the explosions to make them look like fireworks. What combat purpose would that serve, however? In the end he decided to scratch the idea. As he waited, however, he kept thinking of various ideas. Maybe one of them will actually serve a purpose.
Hikaru wanted to begin by practicing his chakra control by practicing the various hand seals. Tiger, dragon, rat, and the others were formed by his hands over and over again. He would control his breathing with calm inhales and exhales at a steady, repetitive pace.
As he practiced the hand signs he moved around his chakra for extra control. He continued his breathing as he did so. He could feel this energy moving throughout his system. Eventually, he would settle his chakra before commencing another round of chakra movement.
His focus increased as he felt himself making progress on his chakra control. This was an area he was naturally gifted in as a ninja so deeply interested in ninjutsu, but practice always helps the inexperienced ninja. He formed another round of handsigns as his chakra settled again.
Another round of hand seals were performed as he folded his fingers into the different shapes. He felt the power stirring through him and he found it rather addicting. Once again he settled his chakra, feeling a greater sense of his own power.
Once more he practiced the hand signs and began the movement of chakra through his internal chakra network. As the chakra moved through him he began to sweat a little before he allowed it to settle again. Now he felt a greater sense of control as well as an increased pool of chakra.
Hikaru commenced his second round of meditation by beginning his steady breathing exercises. Inhale, exhale, in, out, calmness began to wash over him as the anxiety vanished. He could feel his chakra begin to move a little bit as he performed his breathing.
Once the breathing began he started to stretch his fingers and form all of the hand seals in order in a steady fashion. As his fingers formed the various shapes he felt himself gain a little more control over his chakra. He continued to fold his hands into the hand seals as his chakra movement began to intensify.
Now that his chakra was in full motion and the hand seals allowed him more control he began to sweat. The chakra flowed through his body at various points as he attempted to gain control. Once he could not physically handle more chakra movement he settled it.
With more breathing and hand sign performance he moved his chakra through his body some more. The movement felt much stronger than before and he used all of his concentration to manage it. The chakra finally settled in his core again.
Hikaru certainly felt a difference after several minutes of meditation, but it felt as though mere seconds passed because he was so tuned it. It was a similar sensation to feeling in flow when performing a lightning ninjutsu, singing, or braiding his hair as the time just flew by. He moved his chakra throughout his entire network with much greater precision. After many more moments he exhaled triumphantly as his settled chakra pool grew.(Basic Meditation: x2)
As Hikaru waited, he wondered if he could change the idea of Tetsuhiko. After all, all the puppeteer saw of his art work was his explosions. What if he could make something even the artist would admire? But what could that be?
His mind went to solid art. Something like a sculpture. Immediately though he discard the notion. Who wanted to see a sculpture made out of paper? That seemed pretentious.
Cash! Everyone loves cash. Hikaru channeled chakra as paper peeled off of his body. On the paper took the form of Ryo. Hikaru was unsure of whether or not the ryo was real or not. It didn't really matter though, since he could now make cash. (Counterfeit Cash: B-ranked custom)
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