Aobi finished his training and thought for a few moments. His clone still hadn't reported anything from the mizukage. Thinking it best to find the mizu before continuing any more training he headed for the mizukages office.
Exits.
Speed :7 Strength:4 Chakra: 152/202
Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2014 1:32 pm
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Belle left a mental note to get her nail fixed sooner or later. Definitely sooner than later. Though she tried her absolute best to focus on other things, the nail's chipped image engraved itself in her psyche. Ugh, damn chipped nails. By pushing this to the back of her mind she began concentrating on her training. A refreshing wind scooped her hair as she descended to the ground. Remember where she placed her genjutsu scroll she quickly retrieved it and began sliding her smooth index across the brail reading its contents. Isabelle discarded the scroll and began hand seals.
Isabelle focused the genjutsu field outwards and concentrated her chakra on everything within it. Belle imagined everything moving slightly slow than real-time. In another moment she would close her eyes to better envision her surroundings.
Next thing she knew, the field suddenly cancelled itself. It made much sense for it to do so seeing as this was her first try on such a complex technique. The technique would definitely come in handy; learning it was a must. Once again she extended the field outwards.
This time Belle could feel a moving creature within the field. A squirrel? Hmm, interesting indeed. She had captured the wonderous animal, with her eyes closed she envisioned its movements. Before it could move from the very spot, she reached downwards and grasped a tiny pebble. Quickly she threw it, the squirrel easily moved and squeaked loudly as it did so. Failure.
As the youngin continued her training, winds constantly revamped her body in order to seize any and all forms of sweating. Using her brain power, the young lady breath heavily then allowed the genjutsu field to drench her surroundings once more.
This time was slightly different, she could feel everything moving at a slower pace. With each movement, she could feel the perception of the essences around her slowing. Finally she was getting somewhere.
Once again the field extended outwards, the diameter became slightly wider than usual. This positive sign meant she was on the right track. The lady would easily begin hand seals and perfecting the technique.
Now was the time to hone her fuuton techniques. The girl was a goddess of wind so learning such was child's play for her. Without a thought she gathered the wind around her, blank eyes blazed wide open. Simple hand waves were initiated -- oops, she had forgotten something extremely relevant. Without a moment's hesitation, she click-clacked near the tree and removed the clutched purse from her shoulder and onto a branch. It was designer, what do you expect? "Lord, I almost forgot...", Isabelle chuckled at her foolishness. Boom! The girl forced the winds in front of her blasting her body backwards with a considerable amount of force. [Okuridashi Kaze (Propelling Winds) - L E A R N E D]
As Rose awaited for Cecil to perform the last stage he would place his hands together before weaving through a short string of hand-seals, "Clone d'eau Technique..." He said as from the release of his chakra to taking hold of the mist that surrounded the area would a clone be brought to life. "Another" Rose would appear where he would send it away to do his bidding. Or rather, do what he had intended to do a first when the Mizukage was away. As the clone departed Rose would look back to Cecil in awaiting the instructions for the fourth stage.
The clone went into stage four which was exceedingly difficult. "Granted I am teaching you the basics but it will be enough for what your trying to do."
The mist seemed very much is disrepair, the buildings were all damaged and the populace was weary.* Taisei had decided to tour what had remained in the mist, and its shinobi.* A detour from the rest of his day, he came within the training field with two swords equipped to his person and the small scroll containing the rest of the blades. * He came to an open area where there were a few ninja practicing, which he watched for a moment with intent, assessing how they were.* The shinobi seemed to be making progress, yet there was a noticeable absence of a few higher ranked ninja.* He gave pondering look around as he considered it, but moved along to his own activities.*
He removed his jacket to start, neatly folding it and laying it across a bench. Next were his chains and a few other articles of jewelry he wore on occasion, also neatly laying it out with his silk jacket. Removing everything of value, he was only left with his vest and his single katana while the wakazashi leaned against the bench. He preferred the one sword, yet the second blade and the many others proved to be useful, as his training had done well to teach this. He clutched the sword in hand and tested it once, swinging it in a fine arc to make sure the balance was just right. Satisfied with the result, he loosened his stance and leveled the sword to one side with a two handed grip.
With a deep breath, he went through the forms of his swordsmanship. Taking a single step forward as his first stroke sliced upwards, usually intended to disembowel an opponent or cleave their neck outright. It was swift, and smooth, just as he been taught as the next stroke returned the same arc back down with another step.
Now dragging one foot along the ground, he turned around with a violent twist of the upper body. With a full three sixty twist, he kicked up a plume of dust and dirt that was quickly followed up with a single thrust. Stemming from this single thrust, a bizarre motion of chakra appeared as two doppelgangers appeared on either side of him, also thrusting forth before dissipating. Twirling his sword now, the more complicated maneuvers were now being done by the samurai. He turned around again, sweeping his sword out in a deadly arc and came around in a full spin. Now particles of water moved with each movement, each beckoning to the swordsman's strokes.
Taisei was now more into his form, swinging the blade in much tighter, precise arcs with increasing speed. Each flow of his arm, a particle of mist and water trailed along each swing as he summoned up more control. Now the water was growing thicker, more in quantity as it was the basis of the Shigure Soen style. In full motion, he twirled a third time, moving in the air now as the water trailed along his sword. In a whip like motion, the blue body of water came down overhead as it was now all but an extension of the sword. Slicing into the ground, it landed in a dividing motion, sending its water to both sides before it stilled completely.
Taisei pulled back from his swing, bringing his sword up and over his head to the opposing side of his body with his open hand facing the empty space. The water that trailed the sword responded in tandem as it followed the motion of the sword as more water sparkled in the air and gathered. In one single powerful swing, he curved his sword in a vertical arc as the whip of water grew tremendous in size and spiralled within the air, now forming a spinning cyclone. The blast carved out a good chunk of the land as the swing was complete and Taisei spun the sword once, sheathing it to where it belong as the cyclone dispersed into a large misty explosion as it sent the remaining water cascading in a gentle rain in the area.
CP: 300/300 Speed 7 ( 8 )* // Strength 7 ( 8 )*
*Mirror Image Passive
Techniques in Use:
The Sorting Helmet
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 8:08 pm
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"I can see why you are the Shogun," Shinya stated in awe as he walked unto the training field. His power was inspiring and Shinya hoped that one day he could be that powerful. Shinya stood several yards away from the Shogun not wanting to get in the way of his training. He had placed his left hand cassually beneath the hilt of the sword strapped to his waist.
"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to intrude..." He added. It was thanks to this man and the Mizukage that the Yakuza no longer had a strong hold I'm Water Country, and it was because of this man and the Mizukage that he was no longer a part of them. "It's just that, your technique serves as a drive to become the strongest samurai of Kirigakure."
◭Namito Uchiha ◮ You think you have a chance in hell of beating me?..Alright then bring it on. ⋙ Big punk of kirigakure Full speed ahead ⇍⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎ Entering the training grounds, Namito sat against a tree and sat there, he began thinking to himself. "Seriously, I can't see my own brother, i can survive on my own, and i know how to avoid danger. geez." he thought to himself as he began scratching his head. He stayed sitting against the tree. He decided to go for a small nap and dozed off. ⇍⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎ ▸Yui-again ▹▸I Test of kirigakure Full speed ahead! ▸▹▸17 years of age, gennin, Kirigakure nin.
The man-created rain ceased from the typhoon of water had no longer been in the presence of the training field, now only a vertical indentation of what looked like a giant sword laceration. It would be smoothed over and the scar on the land would not be there given a few days, knowing someone would clear it. At least Taisei had thought that would be the case, else whom took care of the training field?
He had concluded a session of his practice from the sheer boredom as he was recollecting his gear laid out by the bench when someone stated a complimenting statement. Turning around as he appolgized for intruding, which he was already done with anyways, Taisei met eye contact with the unknown swordsman.
"There is no need to apologize, I was just finishing up." Taisei said in his usual soft tone of voice, securing his blade to a more comfortable yet reliable position on his belt. Yet the last bit of his sentence caught his attention however Taisei hadn't shown it visibly only instead speaking a reply.
"It is not my sword that made me as such, but rather only my birthright and a cruel chain of events. It is mere coincidence with skill that I have trained since I was eight years." Taisei said, wanting to clear a little bit of air on whatever rumor the (supposed) shinobi may have heard. While it been flattering, he best preferred such rumor to be nonexistent as he had a strong preference for anonymity at times.
"Yet you say the strongest, is this the prelude to a challenge I wonder? Or a simple flattering remark to yourself or me?" He said with a light smile, "Strive to protect your home, though I don't come to the village often as I should, I regret what happened here."
CP: 300/300 Speed 7 ( 8 )* // Strength 7 ( 8 )*
*Mirror Image Passive
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 9:02 am
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"If you're strong you live...if you're weak you die. If there was anything I learned from living out on the slums of Water Country is that. The Mist was weak, and that's why we were attacked so easily. But it was Kirigakure that took me in, a street urchin who stole for the blasted Yakuza to survive," Shinya continued as he explained a bit of his background to the Shogun. After all it was thanks to the efforts of this man and the Mizukage that the Yakuza had been eliminated.
"I will become the strongest swordsman, and I will use this sword to protect the village that took me in. I swear that to you Lord Shogun," Shinya vowed as he unsheathed his sword and held it out in front of him. The blade glistened through the mist as his eyes seem to pierce through any doubt that the Shogun might have of him. "That is my Bushido, my way of the Samurai," Shinya finished as he sheathed his sword once again. His father, although a low ranking samurai, left a lasting impression on Shinya. It was that pride of being a Samurai that has serve to give Shinya the will to live. Now he needed to continue his training.
◭Namito Uchiha ◮ You think you have a chance in hell of beating me?..Alright then bring it on. ⋙ Big punk of kirigakure Full speed ahead ⇍⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎ While he was sleeping, for some reason he had his scythe next to him. He turned over stabbing the scythe into the ground. Waking up he still sat against the tree. "The mizukage won't saying anything about jutsu's, He'll only ask about skill, striking, and stamina so basically i'm good." He said to himself as he continued to sit against the tree. "Satisfied with my skill, Pfft, couldn't just let me leave to visit my brother. And i thought the kusakage was mean." he said to himself again. ⇍⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎ ▸Yui-again ▹▸I Test of kirigakure Full speed ahead! ▸▹▸17 years of age, gennin, Kirigakure nin.
A stone clone approached from the mist as it slowly walked with pale skin. Small etchings int its skin were of Voldo's artistic design as it made the clone look tribal as it moved its way to the male with the french accent named Rose. "my creator as sent an offer to join him in the Hospital if you so desire it. On another note decision of acceptance of this message must be swift as i am bound to self destruct in twenty seconds. He sends appologies for not having a less dramatic cloning skill" the clone then walks away swiftly before exploding with the force of a bomb tag at the edge of the clearing.
Tomiji arrived a few minutes before the Mizukage and picked a spot under a shade tree to wait for him. The weights on his wrist now seemed all but trivial to him but he continued to wear them nevertheless.
CP: 100/100 Speed: 7 Strength 7
Techniques in Use:
Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 12:13 am
(Clone 1) Turpis arrived soon after the Genin. His eyes shifted as he took in his surroundings about the training grounds. Since the attack his level of trust for his surroundings was practically gone. He was alert, even as a mere clone. Satisfied that those in attendance were of the village, he turned his attention to the genin that he had whisked away from the office. "Those wrappings for show, or are you prone to bruising upon the extremities?" As a taijutsu user himself, Turpis was aware of the woes of a hand to hand fighter. That being said, his reason for wearing bandages was to conceal his deformity.
"Some are for show, and others are not. I have only ever been a Taijutsu fighter. I was told at a young age that I had almost zero affinity for ninjutsu and to not even bother. But I am more powerful then they can ever imagine, even without ninjutsu." He said as he began to unbind the wrapping that covered most of his arms and legs. All of them were covered in various bruises, cuts, and scars, all testaments of his devotion to being a close range striker. "I trained as hard as I could everyday in the academy, rising to the top of my class despite my disadvantages through sheer hard work, not simply because I was born into power or have skill with ninjutsu. I don't have to worry about learning any fancy jutsu when I can crush anything that stands in my way. In this world the only thing that I respect is power, and those who are able to claim it. The rest can stick to their scrolls and jutsu." He turned his gaze to the Mizukage's wrappings. "If I may be so bold, where did your bindings come from?"
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