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 Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 11:47 pm
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Vergil Hatake
￥ Genin ￥ Ninjutsu ￥
￥ Raiton ￥ Fuuton
￥ Yukigakure ￥ Hatake ￥
￥ Ryo: 300 ￥ AC:450 ￥ Chakra : 260 ￥ Backup Reserve :25
As soon as the girl began to weave her handsigns Vergil jumped back and began as well. He did not know what was coming but a good offense eliminated the need for a defense. He formed the final handseal just as the girls mist thickened. He smiled and said," Dendou Bakuhatsu no Jutsu." [ Electric Explosion Technique ] Both of the lighting clones in front of Vergil exploded in a mass of lightning and while he could not see her it meant that logically she could not see him and thus would be unprepared for the burst of lightning. His hand blazed to his left hip as he ripped his white katana from its sheath and held it in a back hand stance in front of him as white lightning raced down the blade giving it a more defined and sharper blade. {Raiton: Shiroi Yaiba (Lightning Release: White Blade)} When he saw the clone, not that he knew it was a clone, he instantly flipped the blade around and lashed out with with the katana. When the blade bit into the clone's neck and no blood spewed forth he pressed down and with his Raiton: Shiroi Yaiba cut through the clone with ease. He took another quick jump back ready for anything as he held the katana in both hands in front of him in a low ready guard.
Active Bloodline Attributes,
• Raiton techniques performed are increased by 1 rank in their power, up to rank A.
Example (E becomes D, D becomes C, C becomes B, B becomes A, )
Jutsu's used.
Dendou Bakuhatsu no Jutsu [ Electric Explosion Technique ]
Rank: C
Official Description: After creating the needed hand seals, the user causes all Lightning Clones that are under his or her control to explode in a burst of electricity, shocking anyone that happens to be near them and inflicting tremendous pain.
Guild Description: See official description.
Raiton: Shiroi Yaiba (Lightning Release: White Blade)
•Rank - D
•The Hatake are able to imbue their bladed weapons (Swords with Chains, Swords, Tanto, Daggers, etc) with bright electricity. This causes the blade to have a more focused edge, and higher cutting power than normal. This jutsu does not require handseals. |
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 3:57 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 12:09 pm
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The day was very kind to him. Unlike many mornings he has had, alarmed and afraid, today, was somewhat warmer than the rest. This is the village I'm living in. This is where I'll be making my home. Kasui would sometimes think these thoughts but never out loud. He looked up at the cold, snow-frozen celing upon entering the quaint building and exhaled. Swabs of of soft vapor seeped from his bandages that otherwise hid where his mouth would have smiled. But he never did.
His very appearance shunned him of his own true identity. The upper half of his face was gauzed and wrapped with bandages hardly stained nor renewed. Where his eyes would be blinking, there were chiseled implements that reaped shadows every time he lowered his face. The top of his head was domed carefully underneath a black bandana that had his village's insignia. Frocked and braided down under would be his uneven silver hair.
Yes, this very being, was in fact, Kasui. A hollow exoskeleton of his personality. Divided by the differences. Shared of the same name and born of the same vessel. This was Kasui, who silently slinks towards every opening he could find in the tight skin he is wrapped in.
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[Akira Style: Stage One, Akira Speed]
Kasui looked around him. People he has seen, all unfamiliar to him. Whether it be to his recollection or memory, they'll forever be lost as they drown amidst their affinities. He thought, that while some match, some just cannot converge. He thought plenty of things while kneeling in his meditational position. For others, they can be clear and content but Kasui, it was inconsistent. Today, he felt different. Better in fact. Confident that his time will be long, secure, and fruitful. And now he sat, kneeling. Sounds scoured the chasms of his mind like an internal flame. They sponged in the pores of his memories, further inflicting their effects until they would be silenced in the falling snow.
Sightless. But not without perceiving. This time around it was unecessary. For the first time, the chakra signatures of others did not stir uneasiness to his person. Instead, they comforted him. Looking nothing more than floating lights on what they called chandelliers, Kasui found freedom to smile. The way the forms of chakra moved without intercepting his own eased his tension. He breathed in, then held it. A chain of small eruptions stirred within his nasals, filling the canals with scents of salt and bitter wax. He stood up after exhaling the last doubtful breath he'll ever have. His feet were together while his arms harbored by his sides.
Kasui started out with basic movements. His feet were cleverly returning as pairs. How could one feel so completely serene? Kasui frequently thought as his wrists sang with clean, flicks. Next came watery gestures and impelling arm movements. His hands then took out his fans from the sash they were embedded. He could almost visualize his very muscles tightening in the litheness he was training for.
The feeling of having his heels and calves coiling every time he bent or motioned at a specific angle were beginning to wear on his body. This was good. This way, Kasui will become familiar. Hours sored at his shoulders, further stiffening his back. He frowned, stopping what he was currently doing and returned to his original form. If Kasui felt stiffness, then he was doing it all wrong. He performed the pre-determined stage and again returned to his pose.
He was progressively improving at this first stage. At first, Kasui's body did not comply that well to the level of balance nor flexibility. However, with much patience, he was able to somehow pull through the first steps. He looked over himself, seeing the shell of his body containing wisps of moving chakra. How could this be? He found himself stirred deep in the habit of moving the way he never could have imagined. With his fans his arms undulated as freely as one would choose to. What he was doing now simply gave him room to do more natural things. So a somatic dance followed him through.
His attention was shut off from others, meditation. The creases over his forehead soon vanished and left the surface plain. What it was to be at peace, Kasui now had a better idea of it. He could perceive transcending ripples through the primal zone he himself was in. Every step he took, glided the waves he felt as his arms doing nothing but undulate. The surface he was only hair's margin away from tumbling down into an imaginative abyss.
He held himself briefly to regain some balance he had. His arms however never stopped moving as they continued their watery gestures. To him, it was like trying to settle on the surface of a pin-needle. But very soon, his body detached itself away from his worries. His temples twitched and his eyes only strained harder at what may be the biggest challenge of this stage. Then several minutes later, Kasui angled himself into a stronger posture. And finally, he became able to escalate to another step.
[7/10]
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 6:43 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 11:28 am
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The day was very kind to him. Unlike many mornings he has had, alarmed and afraid, today, was somewhat warmer than the rest. This is the village I'm living in. This is where I'll be making my home. Kasui would sometimes think these thoughts but never out loud. He looked up at the cold, snow-frozen celing upon entering the quaint building and exhaled. Swabs of of soft vapor seeped from his bandages that otherwise hid where his mouth would have smiled. But he never did.
His very appearance shunned him of his own true identity. The upper half of his face was gauzed and wrapped with bandages hardly stained nor renewed. Where his eyes would be blinking, there were chiseled implements that reaped shadows every time he lowered his face. The top of his head was domed carefully underneath a black bandana that had his village's insignia. Frocked and braided down under would be his uneven silver hair.
Yes, this very being, was in fact, Kasui. A hollow exoskeleton of his personality. Divided by the differences. Shared of the same name and born of the same vessel. This was Kasui, who silently slinks towards every opening he could find in the tight skin he is wrapped in.
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[Continuation of Stage one D-ranked Akira Style]
Kasui was now standing over a heightened poles. The circular surface of one slowly dug into his soles as he tried still to maintain his balance. He was never truly alone. The pain would be slow to burn but his concentration would surely win. After all, who could despise imaginary waves of fresh air? He inhaled again, taking in the salty air while his ankles would tremble occassionally. His arms were stretched out with his fans. He then walked forward, this time, without stumbling.
About an hour after pole walking, Kasui attempted to walk over a tightrope hanged supposedly somewhere within this dojo. The bouncing momentum and gravity of his actions made the walking only that much harder for him. He fanned his arms out with the iron extensions and waited for a certain amount of time before proceeding. His heart drummed within him, hurting him as the beating would irritate his focus. If he fell now, even as a shinobi, he would never be able to recover in mid-air. So he took in a deep breath and probed in his mind for a better memory. There was one in fact, when he was younger. His mother once took him and his sisters to see a kabuki theatre. There, the beauty and tragedy overflowed him and layed his mind down. He could feel the blood red pulsating over his pale face. His nimble steps became more confident as he imagined the beauty of the colors on the men that performed in such theaters.
With swelling admiration, he continued on further. Now his arms appeared to dance with the fans being his vain extensions. His frequent gasps of strain had stopped every time he wobbled. The only sounds that left him now were lulled breathing. His chin no longer scrunched from flinching and merely lung like he was laying against a soft lamb. His breathing grew deeper while his feet and knees adapted to the narrow confine. He made it to the end and resumed his first stance. The brisk sound of his fans flapping commenced after his wrists flicked them shut.
[10/10]
[The first Akira : Complete Technique ---- In progress?]
After a good break from below the tightline, Kasui flipped open one of the scrolls he was able to borrow. While reading, he was hardly aware of the red-haired girl seemingly about to study his movements along with the others. He could hardly tell what she was doing with her utencils and paper pad anyway besides the obvious assumption. He thought nothing of it, though it did bother him a little to know that she was a female. He grunted uncomfortably and pulled down one of the threads of his bandages even lower to conceal the bottom rest of his face. He turned away from her and sat, still reading with his fingers flipping down the rest of the page.
It was odd how he could read it, but he had his own methods. By gently inserting a small amount of chakra into the parchment, he could make out letters he learned as a child. Though this took him a little longer at times whenever there was a stain. He could remove it with his chakra but could not risk burning a hole through it because it was a part of this foundation's property. He sighed, rubbing the back of his gauze-concealed neck wondering what to do about it. He really had to learn the whole stage and it was beginning to annoy him that a little ink dash was in the way of it. He could have just skipped that word but Kasui was a stickler for these things. And he didn't even know what that acursed character was.
He looked back over his shoulders to see the same girl studying others. Well she was not busy, Kasui thought. He stood up, thinking in his mind on how to ask a blatant thing without making it sound embarassing and make him look incompetant. Odds are, she'll ask why he wouldn't just take his bandages off. He did look like a mummy on normal standards anyways.
Kasui approached her, calm, with his head lowered and unaware of his lanky height stretching out his shadow. He took a few moments to face her in hopes of attaining her attention. Then he raised a long slender finger towards the specific part on the parchment he held with the other hand and spoke. His tone was straight forward, none too rigid and same masked under the same deeper hormonal changes boys faced at his age. He had hoped that she wouldn't be startled by it. Much less his request.
"Can you...tell me what this one character says?" If he could only see along with the norm, it should read: "renoji dachi". Or otherwise known as returning back to the first stance.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 2:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 2:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 2:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 3:09 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 3:17 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 3:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 3:40 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 3:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2011 5:25 pm
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Zain Caden Hakemoto
◊Crazy Samurai Ⅻ Lazy Jounin Ⅻ Snow Monk Ⅻ Calm Wind Currents Ⅻ Perfect Waves◊
Zain lt his clone poof away and slid his blades back in it's sheeth. He snuck a peek at the girls and his whole body froze. "They are looking right at me!!!!" He freaked out and moved behind the tree. "Riku is such a liar..." He turned to take a peek from behind the tree and saw Fuji looking at him blushing, which made him blush. He tried to get peek further to see if he could read Riku's lips from the tree and tipped right over onto his side. Snow flushed up and he got up quickly and back behind the tree.[1/5]
He moved away quickly. "Im so nervous...she would probaly turn down a date if I asked. Ugh." He didn't want to think so negativly but he was so paranoid all the time and it didn't help it. He unrolled a scroll when he got far enough away. He would be in everyone's sight and they would definitly look at this beautiful array of colors. It would cost him a lot of his chakra but who cares. He took his sword out and split it into tw medium swords. This would need the utmost attention.[2/5]
Breathing lightly he focused strongly on this, a serious face he held so lightly. "I got one chance to do this...I can't waste chakra!" He rolled up the scroll while holding his blades in his mouth and stuff it away. He made handsigns to create a clone. "Geeze I look old..." He puffed and took the blades out of his mouth. Spreading his feet a bit he let the pure white, untouched snow touch his feet in their open toed shoes. It felt cold but relaxing almost.[3/5]
Now here it came, the hard part. He narrowed his eyes like he was in a trance and chakra of Suiton, a beautiful dark blue color, ingulfed and flew around his left blade like leaves in autume. The right blad was covered in a glint of bright grayish, tinted white color of wind chakra like leaves in spring. He smirked a bit as the clone got a couple yards away. He stepped back once and sprinted forward at a amazing speed. Snow flew behind him gently to lay in a new place as he charged at his clone.[4/5]
Finally, here it comes, the last step! He brought his blades up and sliced vertically with them, a great wave of chakra on both sides of him since he had two blades. The beautiful color of dark blue and grayish white combined and made it seem like the Aurora's touched down in a dance just for him; or maybe to amaze Fuji, that was unclear. The chakra reflected two of him like a mirror and he spun and sliced at the clone. His robe flew up in slow motion as he sliced and showed his pants and kunai holster, almost revealing a shirt but time spun back up and he was half sitting and half standing by th clone before it poofed and the colors of the chakra disappeared. He slippd his blades back in it's sheath. He turned to where Fuji was still looking at him and h mad a heart symbol with his hands then walked off. He didn't want to keep training here so he would tak a tea/sake break at his favorite spot.
[90/250 chakra (-160)
Duplicate Rain
Rank: S : : Complex
Description: Using elemental chakra, the user will create a great wave of elemental chakra with a strange reflective property, much like the Torrential Dance. Using this as a cover, the user will attack, appearing as if the enemy is being attacked by two people.
-8 posts out of 13=5 posts(-4 bukijustu, -4 dojo/academy)]
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◊ "Men look like girls and girls look like men, only difference is boobs. Kinda." ◊ |
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