Tomiji cursed himself for being to stupid, of course someone with his strength would simply eat the kick and grab on. Now the 2 of them were on a way way trip in to the ground. He gives me no choice it would seem. Deep within his body chakra began to flow like a torrent directly to one of the legendary 8 inner Celestial gates. The chakra forced open the gate almost instantly and the response was overwhelming. Power flooded into Tomiji's limbs and muscle fibers.
His hand was the first to thing to impact the ground, causing immense pressure on his wrist, but he ignored the pain and and suffered on. Instead of allowing the Mizukage to simply fall on him and crush him under his weight, Tomiji used his wrist as a pivot point, bringing the Mizukage down hard, accelerating him away from Tomiji's body and into the hard packed ground of the training grounds, using his own immense weight against him in this situation. He also cocked back he free leg and aimed a powerful kick at the Mizukage's face, designed to propel him away from the man and give him ample space to fight him in. I won't be able to stay like this long, but I can at least give him a good showing. I won't be defeated so easily. I will show him I am just as good as any other Shinobi in the village through sheer speed and power alone!
CP: 100/100 Speed: 7 (8+) Strength 7(8+)
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The Gate of Opening (Genin minimum) Effect: 1/8 Speed and Taijutsu increase. Description: Releases the brains limit on body muscles to achieve extra strength but does damage to tissue fibers.
OR my revamped version:
The Gate of Opening 開門 (Initial Gate) (Genin minimum) Effect: +1 Speed/+1 Strength -- +1 to Taijutsu Rank After effect: The body is stressed to a great level and causes many muscle groups to tear themselves. -1/-1 for 5 posts or until Gate of Healing is used or a Medical Ninja aides you Description: Releases the brains limit on body muscles to achieve extra strength but does damage to tissue fibers.
Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 4:22 pm
The boy was skilled, of that much Turpis was certain. Rather than get crushed by the weight of the oddly heavy Mizukage, Tomiji sacrificed his wrist in order to gain leverage and bring the heavy weight into the ground. As The clone had committed to locking onto the male, it had no choice but to accept the impact. The fall alone caused the leaves in the tree above to rustle. Gravity was combined with the torque used to propel the Mizukage clone downward, which resulted in the clone's indentation in the dirt.
As was to be expected of a mist shinobi, Turpis found himself the recipient of a kick while he was down. Now that he was freed of the hold, he was equipped to handle the situation. His arms crossed over his chest to form an x. It was the center of this x that he used to catch the kick that had been directed towards his face. He pushed down as the kick rose, using his weight to simultaneously suppress the force whilst lift himself from the pill shaped crater.
Tomiji was amazed at the Mizukage's willingness to be slammed into the ground like a rag doll. But he had achieved what he need. His leg was now free of his grip, even if the kick had lifted the Mizukage back off the ground. This placed Tomiji now underneath him however, the perfect location from which to launch his next attack. Keeping his now injured wrist tucked tight into his side, he aimed a powerful uppercut aimed to impact just behind the Mizukage's guard. Tomiji drove everything he could into this punch, moving it with incredible speed upward, even extending his legs as if to jump to get every inch of force he could muster. As his fist flew upward however, it changed to an open palm Chakra flowed through it as he was about to introduce the Mizukage to a whole new style of striking. "Eight Divination Signs Air Palm" Even if he dodged the physical strike, the air palm would knock him back for sure.
CP: 100/100 Speed: 7(8+) Strength 7(8+)
Techniques in Use: • Hakke Kuushou - Eight Divination Signs Air Palm Genin-Rank Extending chakra from his body, the user will thrust his palm at his target. This will send out an invisible wave of chakra that can knock his opponent back. It is unknown if this wave can also collapse his target's tenketsu points.
Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 5:42 pm
(Clone 1) The clone's palms faced outward towards his still lowered opponent. A fight like this held a lot of focus on leverage, and currently Tomiji possessed the lower ground which granted him superior leverage. The clone kept his eyes trained upon the male, which was of little use in such close quarter combat. The option to dodge attacks was out, as was deflection. This was the distance in which the most damage needed to be made in the shortest amount of time. This was the bane and boon of a taijutsu heavy battle.
His still crossed arms shot forward and anchored themselves on the male's clavicle. While he would have torn into the flesh for superior grip, he reminded himself that this was merely a spar. As he practiced a small level of restraint against the boy, his next attack would prove that even with sheer power, one could still take a hit. His head reared back and descended in a vicious headbutt towards the male's skull.
At the exact moment the strike landed in the dead center of his bandaged chest. The impact itself was powerful, and combined with the air palm that accompanied it, was certainly a killing blow if well placed. No matter whether the clone's headbutt connected or not, the strike had landed and the damage was done. A hole had been punched through the center of the clone's chest, through which bits of detritus could be seen descending as the earth clone settled.
Struggle as he might, Tomiji could not break the Mizukage Clone's grip. The energy the gate had given him had worn all but worn off and he could already feel muscles across his body locking up. He angled his head own head backward and launched it forward, hopping to fight fire with fire. Their heads collided, sending a powerful ringing through his head and vibration through his entire body, but he had down what he set out to do, the chunks of earth falling onto his palms proved it to him.
His entire body relaxed. The gates and his final strike had taken more out of him then he first thought. "How was that?" He asked, blood now dripping from a wound on his head.
CP: 100/100 Speed: 7(6-) Strength 7(6-)
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Eight Gates Expired: -1/-1 for 5 Turns
Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 5:59 pm
◭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 ⇍⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎ Namito stood up and stretched out. "Alright. Time to make a quick stop to the mizukage." He said as he remembered. "Oh right before i go." he went back around the tree and with a splash of water from the puddle using his finger's he left for the mizukage's place. ⇍⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎ ▸Yui-again ▹▸I Test of kirigakure Full speed ahead! ▸▹▸17 years of age, gennin, Kirigakure nin.
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(Clone 1) The clone seemed almost lost as the gaping hole in its chest began to spread to its extremities. As a construct majorly held together by chakra, such a centralized strike had completely ruined his make up. It was on its last leg, and only had a few seconds left before it would completely crumble. The once flawless clone now began to take on a deep earthen tone as the transition continued. "You passed. See...me..." Before more could be relayed the clone collapsed under its own weight. From the ground it had risen to serve the purpose of gauging the boy's skill. With its task complete it was to the earth that the clone returned.
Tomiji felt the clone's grip fade, watching as it crumbled into a pile of dirt in front of him. As its grip loosened, he fell to one knee for a moment, breathing heavily. He had used too much in that fight, but it appeared it had been just enough for the Mizukage. He fell flat on his back soaking in a few rare afternoon rays. The sun did not always punch through the eerie mist that hung over the village, but when it did, it was a very rare sight.
He rolled over and picked himself up, brushing dirt off his back and began the long walk to the Mizukage's office, intent to see what was next.
This was one of the toughest weeks Rose had to go through training in the fourth stage of his puppet-taijutsu training art. Never had he felt so filthy. Needing to eventually bring his change of clothing to the training grounds so that he wouldn't have to travel back and forth while learning this stage. Difficult was an understatement. There were times that Rose's ruby eyes just looked blankly at what Cecil was doing. Forcing him to concentrate and be able to simultaneously increase his reaction speed and hand movement to keep up. Doing his best to mimic every movement that seemed to take every step that he had learned from before to ultimate fruition.
Each day of the week brought about a progress from the lithe male. The first day was admittedly the most frustrating. It consisted of just utter failure to the furthest degree. It seemed like he was seconds behind Cecil's movements if not quite literally unable to do the technique because he was dumbfounded by the moves. In totality of it all, the first day was rather rough. Very confusing to do if not wanting to just rip out his silken hair in frustration when he wasn't able to get it.
The second day, got a little better. After rest and pulling himself outside of direct learning, Rose was able to at the very least memorize the movements some. Helping him at least anticipate the next technique though admittedly that didn't mean that he anticipated it to such an extent that he got the technique correct. His fingers would keep twisting and manipulating the puppet to take on the image of the Cecil. Trying to once more make a "mirror-image" of each move of Cecil via puppetry.
The third day, after having a little attitude and huffing that he wasn't learning the technique faster, Rose began to keep up a bit more than fifty percent of the techniques presented. Getting more confident as his memories replayed what he was learning throughout the past two days from Cecil. Though learning all of this is tiresome. Eventually, Rose asked that they post pone for the day for him to rest and work on it again tomorrow.
The fourth day Rose was working the puppet at near pure efficiency. There would be a strong air of confidence that would release from the curvaceous male as he watched Cecil again. Reading and replaying the techniques his trained and studied over the past few days. It now would seem like a mirror's reflection of Cecil but with a fraction of a second in difference. Now Rose didn't require as much focus as he did the last few times. He simply let things flow. Let his muscle memory take over more than watching, and actually performing the techniques rather than trying to copy or mimic Cecil; and what happened on the final day was Rose practically doing the technique all on his own.
The last day, after adequate rest and relaxation, Rose was practicing on his technique just to prove his mastery over it. Not only to Cecil but more so to himself. An entire week, Rose was working over this one stage. It gave him time to think. Gave him ideas for puppets. Ideas for the current puppet to be more suitable to the fighting style that he was learning. It honestly made Rose further want to learn styles. Acquire more knowledge. And utilize the power Kugujutsu to it's fullest extent!
When Rose felt he was confident enough, he would dismiss the puppet. Sigh in relief that he had, just about, went through the most rigorous training that he never expected. But he felt like after learning this, he was more confident in his abilities. Stronger mentally. Faster. Rose felt like he could be of more support than just a simple sensory type. Returning to his belongings, Rose would come to Cecil as he fished through his items to pull out a stack of his ryo where he'd take two-thousand ryo out of the stack and handed it to the clone where Noel would bow, "Meci beaucoup monsieur Cecil. 'eet vas pleasure training vith zou." Noel said with a light smile upon his full lips before departing and waiting the information from his clone to start working on his next mission.
Clan and Bloodline ability:+2 rank on all lighting Jutsu. -2 rank on all lighting jutsu used against him.
Chakra:255/255
Speed:5 / Strength:4
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Cecil walked into the training grounds and found his first student, and he was sparring with the the shogun. He would walk up closer to see their battle. His clone came up to him with the money which was needed. the water clone then burst into water as soon as the money was handed over.
◭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 ⇍⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎ Namito Entered the area first. Stabbing his scythe into the ground he began removing his jacket. When he did, his arm showed scar's all over his arm that lead into his body and down into the bandaged part of his arm's. These were from the countless brawl's him and testial would fight together in. His shirt was sleeveless. He stretched and grabbed his scythe and said. "Ready when you are." he twirled his blade around with both hands, Gripping it with the two, He stared at the mizukage. "Bring it!" ⇍⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎ ▸Yui-again ▹▸I Test of kirigakure Full speed ahead! ▸▹▸17 years of age, gennin, Kirigakure nin.
The clone was never farther than ten paces from Namito. When at last he had chosen a place to show his skill, Turpis did finally ease himself. He had expected the boy to show him some technique or skill that he had practiced in his absence. Instead he seemed to have caught on to where Turpis was going with his intentions. The clone shook his head, considering it a shame that he was going to have to lay hands upon the genin. Had the boy just listened the entire situation could have been avoided. Now, an example had to be made.
The clone of the Mizukage shrugged, expressing no want in the situation sve obliging the Genin's request. That shrug immediately transitioned into a charge as his body dropped forward and his arms dangled. His fingertips skimmed just above the ground as he rushed towards the male headfirst. There was no tactic here, only sheer speed. Instead of throwing a blow, he strafed to Namito's left, as the right appeared to be his blade wielding hand.
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◭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 ⇍⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎ Watching the mizukage he stared at him seeing such speed he'd have to think quick. "With such speed it would be hard to counter. What's best to do is to send an attack toward him and get a good distance." After that thought he had his plan set. He slid his hands down to the mid way point. "NO YOU DONT!"" he shouted as he swung his blade toward Turpis. With this he'd be lucky if it hit. If the mizukage had blocked, Or grabbed the blade namito would jump back for good distance. ⇍⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎ ▸Yui-again ▹▸I Test of kirigakure Full speed ahead! ▸▹▸17 years of age, gennin, Kirigakure nin.
Rose noticed that his clone was still busy and active. Thinking that this would be a good time for him to ahead to see how Voldo is doing. Grabbing up his duffle bag and slinging it over his shoulder he headed towards the exit.
Fighting unarmed against someone who is wielding a weapon is always a risky venture. One mistake and Namito would be walking right out of those village gates and straight to his doom. As the Turpis was none too keen on losing any more of his ninja, he was going to make this lesson brutal and simple.
As the scythe fell downwards, the clone could only observe that the movement seemed sluggish. Well within the striking path of the bladed weapon's descent, the clone decided to go with the simplest. His arm rose and the handle of the scythe fell forcefully into the palm of his hand. With the boy's weapon of choice in his grasp, Turpis used the lack of distance to his advantage as the moment his hand had a grasp on the weapon he did raise his right leg. He pivoted on his left and issued a kick aimed for the male's ribs.
