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 Posted: Sat Oct 19, 2013 11:17 pm
 "You two little shits, get over here... now!!! Leave him alone and get over here. As a matter of fact if he hasn't pissed himself get him over here too, unless he is too deaf to hear me!"The shouting came from a scary, older looking male. Clearly combative capable, because he would not be able to keep the gear in his possession for long in the Dirge. Whatever bug crawled up his a**, apparently, was a major one. "Alright, now if you aren't too stupid to get this right.. we have, gods help us, a mission for you.
There is to be an.. alliance."The word sounded painful to him as if it caused him a great deal of anguish to utter. He shifted on his feet, another sign that he was uneasy about what he was relaying to the genin. "Intelligence tells us this, the world has gone to s**t! We are looking for better places to see, rumor has there is this special place. An Eden of sorts, but no one knows where it's at. I'm too important to up and leave our colony high and dry."He blew out a long breath and started to rub his thighs as if his palms were sweaty. Breathing deeply, he readied himself to speak to them once more. "That's where you come in. I want you to gain the help from those other little piss ants... sorry, the fellow colonies. Use them up, find this haven or utopia or whatever its called, and then ******** end them. Understood? Now get gone, you likely don't have a penny to your name. Go on... MOVE IT!!!"If they didn't move fast enough, it was likely he would attack them for their incompetence. "Oh hey, since you Morons were too stupid to ask, go to the Broken Coast. Just look around... you'll be fine..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2013 7:38 pm
 █ℱ υ ʑ ℰ ɲ ๑๑๑ Ύ ɑ ɱ ɑ ɲ ɑ Я ɩ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❄█If you could only see the beast you've made of me
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❄█I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❄█Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❄█Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating HEART Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins. xxxxxxxx╔═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗ Eyes staring darkly at the boy who had scared her pup, Fuzen prepared to strike, before a warning shout was fired. Genshi, however, took on his role perfectly and let forth a valid stream of urine onto the other boy. With a smile, the girl flipped the other boy the bird, and grasped Genshi's mane, looking to the mystery figure, who proceeded to demean them and demand they go out."Go roll over and die, you skinny b*****d. What sort of demon crawled up your a**, hm? Who are you to tell me what to do?" The girl let her eyes roll over the man, listening as he spoke, but hardly giving it a second thought.
"What ever assclown runs this place wants us to go out into the world, then make an alliance with the other colonies, and then you want us to steal from them?" The grin on her face widened, and she flexed her fingers, cracking the knuckles loudly as she did so. "This could be fun, beating up on outsiders who provide more of a challenge." His grumpy nature did little to appease the girl, and with a snort, and a casual flipping of the bird, she turned Genshi's mane in her hand, leading him along like a sort of trained animal, rather than a person-or a dog person, as the case were.╚═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx█Now there's no holding back, I'm making to attack❄
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx █My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out❄
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx █The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound❄
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx █I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed GROUND❄
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 10:27 pm
 Genshi flinched reflexively as his mane was grabbed by a familiar hand. It was a submissive gesture to Fuzen, and Fuzen alone, knowing her touching even in the thickest parts of his mane. However as they were yelled at he jumped with a small yelp before turning to face the hostile man. A small and rather weak growl started up in his chest as he slowly tried to interpose himself between the two, albeit nervously.
He knew the man was likely stronger and faster than he was, and that it would hurt a great deal if he were to strike and he took the beatings for Fuzen. However, she was his owner and handler and he was the pet; he recovered from damage much more easily than most regular shinobi. He never really wondered why, maybe because he was a dog and they were not, he didn't really care.
After he told them they were to go somewhere all Genshi did was look up towards Fuzen from his crouched position. His dog like ears perked up in interest he waited for her eager response or her refusal. When she smiled he started to wag his tail."L-leave now?""His voice was a bit gruff and his words were unsteady, but it was discernible as human speech. It would have seemed odd for anyone listening even Fuzen, considering it was very few and far between when he graced her ears with actual verbal communication involving more than barking, growling or yelping.
As his handler grabbed his mane and led him along, he followed happily with his rear appendage swishing excitedly.
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 2:39 pm
█ℱ υ ʑ ℰ ɲ ๑๑๑ Ύ ɑ ɱ ɑ ɲ ɑ Я ɩ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❄█If you could only see the beast you've made of me
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❄█I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❄█Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❄█Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating HEART Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins. xxxxxxxx╔═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗ Hand gripping the mane that ran between her fingers, a slightly perturbed Fuzen looked down to Genshi. Rarely did he speak, and usually it incurred a large event. So she simply nodded, and gave him an almost smile."The sooner we leave, the sooner we get to screw over all these soft-bellies that lie outside in the sun. Can you imagine what all we can take from them?" A malicious grin crossed her face, and she lead the pup along, not dragging him, but simply letting him lead her back home.
"First things first, though. We have to go home, and collect our tools and necessities. It could be of an interesting nature to see what else could go on. Perhaps you'll bite someone else's fingers off?" She laughed quietly, still pissed that she now had nine fingers, but that was fine with her. She had tamed a beast, and he was her beast. Not another soul was brave enough-or stupid enough-to go near this pup. "We might even take your collar off, if things get...titchy." Her eyes wandered to other places, and she turned his mane in her hand, turning him effectively towards "home". It was only a matter of time before they got out of this dusty hellhole and out into the world.╚═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx█Now there's no holding back, I'm making to attack❄
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx █My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out❄
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx █The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound❄
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx █I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed GROUND❄
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 1:56 am
Genshi wagged his tail excitedly, eager to get a move on with Fuzen. He grew even more eager at the prospect of getting new things from other people. Like old shoes, he desperately hoped for a pair of old shoes. She steered him towards their home to with he barked excitedly with an uncanny resemblance to the actual canine species, a feat that no normal human should be even remotely capable of; however, in this radioactive waste they called their home normal was a negligible term left up for some serious theoretical debate.
When she mentioned him biting someone else's finger out, he bounded in a tight and happy circle eager to play. Genshi felt no remorse about taking off Fuzen's finger since it was before she had tamed him, to him he thought she was telling him to get ready to play, to a certain degree she was doing just that. Fuzen mentioned taking his collar off and Genshi's form went still, looking upward into her eyes he searched her for any doubt, because when the collar came off everything became starkly black and white. The room for gray area would suddenly become oh so moot.
As they neared her home, Genshi ran excitedly to the front door, scratching frantically at the entrance apparently incapable of gaining access without his handler. After this they would be on their way, as it was Genshi carried no tools on his person since he really had no need for them.
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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 9:22 am
█ℱ υ ʑ ℰ ɲ ๑๑๑ Ύ ɑ ɱ ɑ ɲ ɑ Я ɩ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❄█If you could only see the beast you've made of me
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❄█I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❄█Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❄█Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating HEART Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins. xxxxxxxx╔═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗ With a soft smile at Genshi's scratching, Fuzen let go of his mane, before opening the door to their hovel, and making a shooing motion for him to go on inside."Go on in, you mutt. You don't always have to wait for me, you know. Unless we're in a fight, then you have to wait for me." With a snort, she went inside, following the boy-pup closely. He had a penchant for chewing on her shoes, and she needed those. Especially for this journey. Pushing a plate on the table, full of food scraps, she motioned for Genshi to eat while she packed, an effective distraction. It also meant she could pack that damn squeaky toy he was so fond of.
"Genshi. Eat." Her hands methodically chose the best weaponry, and the best clothing she owned-plus a pair of pants and a tunic for Genshi. Some prissies got offended by the dog-boy and his lack of clothing. It was better to be prepared than to have to fight off hordes and de-collar the mutt to get out of a tight situation. "Things will get better soon, and we'll get out of this place, Genshi. To a nice, warm place with lots of beaches and lots of birds for you to eat and play with." How she dreamed of a warm place, with the water lapping at her feet. The old paintings hadn't been wrong, had they? Clear water had existed at one point and time, she was sure of it. With a whistle, and a scarfing down of a bit of food for herself, she shouldered the pack, and motioned for Genshi to hurry along. There were places to be, and people to beat the s**t out of.╚═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx█Now there's no holding back, I'm making to attack❄
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx █My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out❄
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx █The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound❄
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx █I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed GROUND❄
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 10:36 pm
Genshi scrambled inside their home, zooming around the corners of the house checking the scents to ensure they hadn't changed.... Wait a second! New scent! NEW SCENT!!! What is it? What could it possibly be? It's so.. it's so... what is it so.. like musty.. no... it's um... no.. Aha!!! My left over dead rat carcass. The young pup proceed, to bat around, chew and toss the toy around in a circle for a little bit. Worrying at the play thing like a bone, however, all of this became unimportant when he heard the familiar clinking sounds of his dish and the heavenly chorus of food christening the surface.
Running over and barely stopping in time to prevent knocking Fuzen over like a bull elephant, Genshi skidded a couple of feet on in a near sitting position before parking his butt on the ground. As soon as she gave him the command, he began to gluttonously devour what lay before him with a ravenous appetite. The dog boy perked his canine like ears in Fuzen's direction as she spoke to him, occasionally flicking his gaze from his food to her. As she mentioned bird to eat and play with he instantly began to wag his tail thinking of his current play thing by his bed.
When she finally finished packing, Genshi had long since licked his plate clean and went back to his bed. Closely inspecting his sleeping area, he was rooting around in search of something. Before he could find his desired prize, his handler called him and told him to hurry up. Dejected that he couldn't find his prized squeaky toy, he grabbed his rat-toy...thing in his mouth before chasing after Fuzen. Walking along side of her he could occasionally nudge her hand and throw the rat, before running to grab it and then nudging her hand again to let her know that he wanted to play fetch while they walked.
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Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2013 12:02 pm
█ℱ υ ʑ ℰ ɲ ๑๑๑ Ύ ɑ ɱ ɑ ɲ ɑ Я ɩ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❄█If you could only see the beast you've made of me
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❄█I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❄█Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❄█Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating HEART Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins. xxxxxxxx╔═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗ Her concentration broke as he nudged her hand, and Fuzen grabbed the dead rat, throwing it far ahead of them in slight aggravation. He wanted to play, but this was serious, and they had to push along further if they wanted to make it further before night's embrace swept the desert area. In which case, things would get cold, and nasty.
When he retrieved it, she stroked his ears absently, thinking to herself how this mission could be a betterment of their environment. No more having to fight for everything, no more starving nights, no more shrugging under threadbare blankets with Genshi's body heat. They could actually have something nice for once-Fuzen had in mind a blanket.
And so, the two traveled onwards, staring into the heady sands that followed them. The dust cloak covered Fuzen's face, and the goggles came down, hiding the eyes from the blistering winds outside of the Dirge. It was hot, windy, and could tear a man to shreds faster than he could piss himself. But it was home. And for once, she was happy to be leaving all she knew behind. It was an opportunity to take.╚═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx█Now there's no holding back, I'm making to attack❄
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx █My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out❄
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx █The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound❄
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx █I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed GROUND❄
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Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2013 8:04 pm
With glee Genshi barked excitedly chasing after the rat happily chomping on it. Taking a moment to worry it back and forth in a manner most savage, finally satisfied that the dead rat had submitted to his clear dominance, he trotted happily back to Fuzen's side. Rubbing his head into her hand as she scratched his ears taking in the affection without realizing that she showed the slightest bit of agitation or concern.
Normally his animal instincts would pick up on such things, however his excitement clouded his senses this day. They were traveling, even farther than his home before Fuzen. They were going into the beyond place, new smells, new things, new smells, new everything. Except Fuzen, he always wanted Fuzen to be there. As the sand picked up he squinted his eyes, his still wore nothing save for his make shift loin cloth, his body already hardened and scared by the land unhindered by even the sharpest dust this vast desert was capable of spitting at him. He continued along beside his handler eager of their new journey.
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 2:02 pm
This. Is. Ridiculous.
If a regular villager were to look out into the Bashing Yard right now, they'd be hard pressed to explain what they were witnessing. Two men, one overwhelmingly larger than the second, engaging in an lethal clash of blades. Not too uncommon in a place like The Dirge, but a father and his son? Heck, with what happened to Kaito, isn't he worried about killing his other son? Hiruma can't remember the last time his father had actually taken the time to spar with him, instead of just delegating the task to one of his water clones, but he wishes that the counter hadn't been reset today.
Swing, dodge, swing, block. This is getting repetitive. You know that I know the katas, why are you doing this?
Takeru Kokurai, Hiruma's father and a renown ninja in the Dirge, wasn't a man to take an opponent lightly. Not even if that opponent was his own son. Pulling back his blade from the skirmish, he tightened his grip as he swept his blade upwards, taking advantage of his son's parried off blade. A smack of a wrist guard later and the crippling strike was averted. Hiruma gritted his teeth with the amount of strength it took to deflect one of his father's hits – the man in front of him carried years of experience and a distinct lack of empathy. Each attack was in nearly full force, and the boy could only try his best to dodge or deflect each one with all his might.
Damn it dad, what do you take me for? An utter novice?
Almost as if in response to his silent, unspoken question, his father lashed out with his free hand in an open palmed strike. Hiruma's eyes widened in recognition as he tried to avoid the hit, pushing himself backwards and placing distance between himself and his opponent. The kick-off sent him flying yards away, but if his father's sneer was anything to go by, he was angry at this action. Lightning poured out of the elder's hand, flashing at Hiruma with the bulls-eye accuracy. A brief cry of pain and he collapsed on the ground, his black clothed shirt now sporting a smoking hole, and his pride definitely a couple notches lower.
Watching his father walk over to him, he could only wince in pain and try to stand back up. Utilizing his sword as a prop, he worked through the pain until he was back into a battle stance. Sure, lightning attacks weren't as lethal to his family as they were to most, but his father really didn't pull his punches. A sideways swipe of Takeru's katana and Hiruma's wakizashi flew behind him and out of reach. He gave his son a glare, as if to say 'You're disarmed, now what?' It was amazing how silence could speak volumes with their level of familiarity.
I can't utilize Raiken, he's far better than I am, and in a battle of attrition I'd get it handed to me. He still has a weapon, I don't. How do I beat an overwhelming opponent?
He knew the real answer in this particular instance was 'you don't', but his father had already expressed his distaste with such an answer long before now, during their last real bout. A mental sigh later and here-goes-nothing was the motto of the day.
Another quick leap backwards and a barrage of shuriken set out from Hiruma's hands, course clear. Still descending in mid-air, he finished his series of handsigns just as he hit the ground.
Raiton: Raikōchū (Lightning Release: Flash of Lightning Pillar)!
But wait, there's more folks! Time for the main event!
As his body flashed with what may have been confused with the light of the sun, Hiruma completed his second and third techniques, and finished by pulling his wakizashi out of the ground and holding it in a reverse grip, just like one would a kunai.
Magen: Kokoni Arazu no Jutsu (Demonic illusion: False Surroundings Technique)!
Bunshin no Jutsu!
As two clones appeared on either side of Hiruma, both focused and in a battle stance with kunai held in a reverse grip, the flash of light from his earlier technique finally subsided. His False Surrounds technique was meant for something quite minor – to make it look as if he himself was also holding a kunai, as opposed to a sword much longer in length. His father was watching impassively, not giving anything away in his expression.
…
Hiruma's defeat...was swift. His clones were dispatched in seconds, and his father hadn't bought the illusion for even that amount of time. Grabbing his arm midway through his slice, Takeru forced the appendage numb by pushing his much stronger electric current through it. While his son was still suffering from intermittent spasms, he unleashed a torrent of Raiken strikes at every possible opening.
...And there were oh-so-many openings.
That's not to say Hiruma didn't try to fight back. His silent struggle was fought as valiantly as a small child could conceivably fight a teenager. Granted, valor did not keep him from getting utterly decimated. Each strike he blocked or deflected was met with two more. Every hit he tried to land ended up with the offending arm getting a sharp jolt of electricity. Realistically, even his own attacks were doing more damage to him than to his father. As he lay in a smoldering heap on the ground, pain spiking through several points on his body, he could pry his eyes open just long enough to watch his father sheathe his sword before casting a sideways glance back towards him.
“...You're improving, son. Your tactical thinking is getting better, as is your Raiken and Kenjutsu. This means nothing, however. You didn't think to replace your sword in the ground when you tried to use it in your illusion.” He started to walk back towards the house, before rubbing his chin as if in thought. “Though I think from here on out, you'll be pitted against two of my Mizu Bunshins each time.”
Hiruma's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he finally succumbed to the pain and lost consciousness, letting the beginnings of rain wash away the blood of combat.
(OOC: This would be my first training post, so I'm a tad unclear on how to do so. Total Post: 1040 Words. Kenjutsu E-D Rank 250/250; Raiken E-C Rank 750/750)
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Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 10:00 am
 Coming back from quite a bad session of spacing out, he realizes that he is now standing in the dark, covered in some cold, awful smelling liqui, and what he hopes is bits of dirt. "Ugh....not cool...." He whispers to himself. This is probably not the most disgusting thing to happen to him, but he puts it pretty high on his list. He can barely remember what happened after getting rid of that kid. Voices run through his head, unsure of who they belong to. Something about Bath Day, colonies, and utopia. The idea of a utopia, in his head, sounds like a foolish man's hope in this shithole of a world.
Dassui picks himself up, and begins to wander on home to fetch some new clothing and, if he isn't in too much s**t (or piss), dinner. He passes a small lot, and hears what sounds like a lot of abuse. He takes a peek over the fence to spy a couple of ninjas. The older one seems to be the dominant one, and the other just barely keeps up with him most of the time. Since there doesn't seem to be any lethal strikes blown, he hopes this is just a small training session between father and son, and is suddenly thankful is dad isn't as extreme. When the young one finally lies in defeat, he decides to take his leave because, honestly, he doesn't want to be caught peeping and receive some of what he just endured.
Dassui finally arrives at his abode, and slips up into his room undetected. He changes out his clothing for something not drenched in a woofbeast's piss. His new clothes fill him with much desired warmth. He delivers his foul-smelling garments into the lot of dirty clothes ready for washing, and heads downstairs. His mother, Shizuka, was waiting in the kitchen for him while his father, Jimusho, sat at the table with a stern look on his face. "It's about time, young man! We've been waiting for at least 20 minutes for you to get back and have dinner!" Shizuka informs with a serious, yet still playful looking facial expression. He can only imagine what his father's thoughts on waiting for dinner are as he takes his place at the table. After mostly silence for the duration of the meal, Jimusho sits down his utensils and looks straight at Dassui. "You'd best be ready for more training tomorrow. I'll be damned if I have my son so helpless to get pissed on." Taken aback, Dassui looks up. "H-how did you-" "You seriously think your mother and I don't notice these things? We knew you were here the second you came in through the window, and the smell wasn't that subtle either." Dassui remains in his seat, silent. "Finish your meal and head to bed. No more slacking off starting tomorrow."
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 12:34 am
Jimusho kicks open the back door, Dassui being dragged by a hand, still snoozing away in his own little world. Dreaming of nothing but pie. Apple, Cinnamon, Pecan, any of it was delicious on the rare occasion it was available. Drooling still, he observes all of the pies floating around in the air, seeming to taunt him. Looking down, he sees all of the confectioneries that await him below, ushering him down through the sky to sink his teeth straight into them. He finally reaches the ground, and opens wide. Dirt. Moist, awful, insect-filled dirt. This wasn't pie. This was nothing like pie. The pie was a lie if he'd ever known one. He'd have to be cautious in the future. He stands up, examining his newfound surroundings. He was now in a forest, somewhere fairly far away from home, and a bit of a rarity around these parts. The chakra in this place must be wonderful and clean. "About damn time. Look at me when I'm speaking to you. We have a lot of ground to cover." Dassui turns, still scrubbing off his tongue to see his father waiting for him with his arms crossed once more. "Pay attention," he advises. Jimusho raises his foot to the point where Dassui can see the bottom of his boot. Etched into it is the visible lettering for "Weight." Once Jimusho stomps the ground with this foot, he excalims: " Earth Style: Gravity Jutsu!" Dassui feels off balance a bit. Something isn't right. "Come towards me" he instructs. Dassui takes a couple of steps forward, and the feeling doubles in effect, and becomes clear - he's being weighed down. Everything he's wearing and carrying feels at least 20 lbs. Even the kunai on his waist feel as if they could drag him towards the right if he wasn't careful. Another couple of steps, and the feeling again doubles itself. The pain in his spine, waist, and feet become a noticeable problem. Just standing now causes everything to throb with pain from stress. Not even through his most rigorous training has his body felt this kind of experience before, and all of it at once to boot. Hunched over, his coat begins to overwhelm him. He slips it off, and drops it to the side, watching go rather slow, actually, and neatly lay upon the ground with nowhere near the force Dassui felt moments before. "That's one of the main focuses of this Genjutsu. You cause the opponent so much physical stress that they must rid themselves of everything they have just to stay mobile. With this technique, a ninja with large amounts of supplies and armor is likely doomed to be stopped in their tracks." Dassui takes another couple of steps, nearly face to face with his father. Jimusho's eyes widen as Dassui crosses the final threshold. His body can't stand with this amount of strain on his lower body. His legs begin to lower to the ground, until he is sitting in a typical style appropriate for formal meals. Jimusho finally raises the same leg as before, and the effect lifts instantaneously. "Not many your age can stand getting that close. At least you've shown me you haven't gotten completely soft on me yet, boy," he says with a smirk. He points over to a pair of boots laying up against a bank of grass that seem to be smaller copies of his. "Put those on. We aren't leaving until you've got it right." Dassui exchanges his shoes for the boots after examining the same symbols on the right boot. Once he places himself about the same starting distance as before between him and his father, he raises his foot up to meet his father's line of sight, and then places it firmly on the ground. " Earth Style: Gravity Jutsu!" Unsurprisingly, Jimusho seems entirely unaffected as he moves a bit closer to Dassui every couple of seconds. By the time he reaches Dassui entirely, he is still seemingly unaffected. He shakes his head in disappointment. "No, no, you put nothing into it. You have to focus your chakra into the bottom of your foot. Once it hits the ground, let it spread around you like a large puddle. Try again," he instructs, placing himself in the previous position. Dassui focuses this time on the chakra building up on the bottom of his foot as he raises it once more to make contact with Jimusho's vision. Once his foot hits the ground, a repeat of before occurs. Jimusho, again, looks unimpaired. Taking a couple of steps doesn't help any more than last time, but when he reaches the halfway point, the visible signs begin to occur. Jimusho drags his feet slighly as he continues towards to clear the gap, and only when he reaches Dassui does the effect begin to take more pressure. "You have the focusing your chakra part correct, but I think you may have scattered your areas of effect instead of one stable, solid field. Go and regain your chakra for a few minutes." Dassui goes without protest to the nearest group of trees he could find. Placing his left hand on the trunk, he focuses on his hand becoming the equivalent of a small vacuum, pulling in the chakra stored in the life of the tree. Once grabbing enough to leave no permanent damage to the tree, he would move to the next until this process repeated enough for him to feel quite "full" of it. Jimusho and Dassui gather back to their places. "Ready? Start." Dassui focuses even more so than before, picturing a large glob of flowing chakra under his boot as if it was its own living organism. He almost felt as if he was being improper when raising his boot to Jimusho, quickly bringing it down to the ground afterwards. " EARTH STYLE: GRAVITY JUTSU!" As if he had squished the damn gooey thing out of existence, he pictures the entirety of it flowing everywhere around him in what was the closest shape to a perfect circle he'd ever managed, spanning to the ground under Jimusho's feet. He could see the substance pulling downward as if longing to reach the planet's core. This time, he could see the effect begin at that moment. Jimusho already had a sort of uneasy look, never leaving his face as he made his way once more across the small field. Dassui observed the effects while keeping focus on his field. He felt that absolute concentration and contact had to be maintained in order to not mess this up. Jimusho finally reaches Dassui as a small bead of sweat slides down the side of his head. "Looks like you got it. Keep up the practice and I'm sure you'll finally master it. I'm glad that, for once, you actually tried, kid." Father and Son walk back home as the sun gradually makes its way to the center of the sky to signify lunch time, leaving both of their stomachs growling in hunger and sharing a smirk across their faces. (This is a training post for the C-Rank Gravity Genjutsu. Total Words: 1148/750. This technique increases in potency as the target comes closer to the user.. Every few steps, the opponent will feel like their clothing, tools, weapons, and generally anything they carry, has doubled in mass. This can cause targets to start slowing down, or against those rather weak against genjutsu, may even cause them to grow tired.)
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 1:10 am
Yesterday had been rough. Aside from the thorough beating Hiruma had been forced to endure, he now has to deal with two of his father’s clones for normal sparring. Hell, he was barely making progress against one – two was suicide. The basis behind water clones was that they provided a substantial enemy to fight, offering one-tenth of the user’s power in the form of a second opponent. With a chakra pool of their own and the ability to take a hit, they make great sparring partners. He was finally getting to where defeat against one of these clones was not a foregone conclusion, and then his father pits him against two? The only bright side of this was that it was agreed that he could now pursue his secondary element, whatever it may be. He had a few guesses, but the trick was finding it beyond his overwhelming primary affinity.
His father – or rather, a clone of him – handed him a stack of chakra paper. By channeling his chakra into these small, blank sheets, he could determine where his affinity lies. For the Kokurai family, this was never necessary for your first element. If you weren't a Lightning user, then someone in the family had explaining to do.
Focusing his chakra through his coils, he felt the electrical current flow down his arms and through his extremities, pouring it into the paper between his fingertips.
Damn.
The paper crinkled into a nearly microscopic ball, before scattering to the wind.
Too much chakra! I didn't even have enough time to see anything else. I’ll have to go slower.
As he grabbed another paper, he slowed his breathing as he tried to reach a new level of control. He could feel the electricity flowing inside him, as easily as the blood in his veins. Inhale. Exhale. Concentrating on his chakra, he let it flow slower, imagining a trickle of energy gliding down his arm, against his hand, and onto the paper. He could still feel the sparks dancing in his stream of chakra, but it wasn’t the torrent it was before. Inhale. Exhale. Finally opening his eyes he hadn’t even realized he’d closed, he watched the paper crinkle slowly, blackening as it continued folding into itself.
The paper eventually reached the same state as before, and Hiruma was no closer to determining his secondary element. Getting frustrated, he flicked off the blackened remains and wiped his hands free of the excess moisture on them. He didn’t want to waste another paper by soaking it before he –
Wait a minute! That’s it!
Breaking out a wide smile concealed under his mask, he finally let out a relieved sigh. He had found his second element. Looking over to his father’s clones, his excitement was no doubt clear on his face, his eyes practically shining with mirth.
Just like you, dad. Lightning and Water.
The two clones nodded in understanding, before meeting his gaze. It was time for his first Water element jutsu! While Earth and Fire had never been likely candidates for his other affinity, he had previously chosen a technique from each element in the family scrolls, in preparation for today.
This will be one of the few times I’ll gladly play along, father. Teaching by example has always been your thing.
Hiruma’s eyes followed the hand motions of the clone, who was going considerably slower to allow him the chance to truly learn.
Snake. Ram. Horse. Hare.
He knew what was coming, but wasn’t sure how exactly to mold the chakra accurately. Lightning just…fit. It was an overwhelming, intense force that had been with him since birth. He was raised in its comfort, and well-acquainted with its wrath. He could always feel the flow inside of him, coiling tightly against his chakra. When Hiruma performed a Lightning Release, it was a natural extension of his chakra system. Water, on the other hand, needed an entirely different approach, and he wasn’t too sure of his abilities in that department. Slowly but surely gaining confidence and ground with each successive hand sign, he could feel his chakra actively responding to his urging.
Okay, I just need to imagine the forceful currents of water. The twisting tides wrapping around my prey. I just need to let it…flow!
Water Style: Water Prison Jutsu!
Matching the clones’ motion for motion by the end, he finished with a resounding clap and watched as the excess of water around them rose up to encapsulate one of the clones. While the sphere of liquid showed no openings, he could tell his control was somewhat lacking. The water, spinning hungrily around its captured prey, occasionally splashed out and rippled. The prison was, however, fulfilling its purpose. The clone was suspended in the middle of the water marble, contradicting its nature to some degree but still allowing the two to interact. Continuously pumping his chakra into maintaining the jutsu was proving more exhaustive than Hiruma would have initially imagined. Already, he was feeling the vestiges of fatigue, causing the prison to once again spiral further out of control. Accepting the tears beginning to form in the current as a sign to stop, he halts the flow of chakra and withdraws his hand from the orb, jumping away as the previously animate water rushed to the ground.
The potential for this is nearly limitless. I can’t wait to try this out!
Broken out of his contemplation by the stares of the two clones, he shrugged as he knew what fate awaited him. Just because he had made leaps and bounds of progress today didn’t mean he was excused from sparring. This session promised to be especially troublesome.
Oh well. Let’s get this over with.
Hiruma settles into his family stance as his palms crackle with electrical energy. His affinity wasn’t the only thing he’d been training recently. His Raiken had reached new heights, and now he could do more than just tickle his opponents with his chakra. Spinning around before jutting his palms out, he released a flash of electricity towards his opponents. The lightning whipped against the terrain, meeting no resistance as it tore into the area immediately in front of his hands. The only problem was that the clones weren’t there. Feeling a blade’s dull edge against his neck, he let out a mental sigh.
The one unchanging truth of the universe: Father will always kick my a**.
((OOC: Total Word Count: 1066. C-Rank Jutsu: Water Prison - 750/750 (25% Elemental Type Reduction), Raiken - 316/1000))
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 9:24 pm
Dassui steps out of the door with a full stomach. During this time off from his father's training, he figured he'd head back to the Bashing Yard to see if he couldn't have a little more fun. His mind starts to wander as he keeps stepping forward. Pies start to enter his mind again. Oh, how he lusts for just another taste of its sweet succulent texture. What else has a sweet succulent texture, he asks himself? That's it, donuts. Drool begins to make its way out of the corner of his mouth during this colorful daydream. Glazed, Jelly, Creme, Shoe.... Wait....shoe?Dassui snaps out of it and looks up to find the Genin from yesterday backed up by two more of similar shape and size. The first emits an almost audible growl as he says "This is the guy that shoved his fingers up my a**! You'll pay for that!" His two cronies step forward to his sides and assume a mirrored fighting stance. "What a nice time to try out my new technique..." Dassui thinks to himself. He holds up his shoe to the three boys. The three of them dawn a confused look as he stomps straight into the dirt below him. "Earth Style: Gravity Justu..." He mutters to himself. The ruffians look aggravated. "I think he's mocking us. GET HIM!" The obnoxious middle boy yells. They all take a step - nature seems to have stolen their balance almost entirely as they rock back and forth to avoid tripping over themselves. "The ********?!" They all yell. As they continually try to move forward, the strain on their faces becomes nearly priceless. "How about this?" One of them asks, reaching for a kunai in his pocket. His hand shakes constantly, barely able to hold on to it. Unable to keep it up, the boy gives up, dropping the kunai. Dassui's heart sinks as he watches it fall in what feels like slow motion much lighter than the Genjutsu lets it on to be. The genin stands in confusion, and catches on, an evil smirk coming across his face. He then punches both other boys directly into their faces. At first, they seem extremely angry. They then punch the original in the face, but with newly discovered lightness. They realize, much to Dassui's discontent, that they no longer feel the weight. Once all of them are back on their feet, Dassui gulps as they reach for their weapons. This......this isn't good....
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 1:04 am
For the first time in a while, Hiruma could say he’d witnessed something new in his training. What started as a typical stroll to clear his mind and relax a bit turned into a lesson in the mechanics of Genjutsu. Happening along a certain young troublemaker, he narrowed his eyes as he watched three older Genin approach. One was the bulkier boy from before – the unfortunate test dummy to the other boy’s pranks – but two others were strutting with him, eyes focused with a purpose as they flanked either side.
Well, round two begins, I suppose. I wonder if they’re here to watch…
His old habit of playing with his kunai came back, giving his body something to distract it from monotony while his mind was completely engrossed In the unfolding action. The prankster performed an unknown jutsu, stomping his foot into the dusty ground forcefully as he muttered something under his breath.
Smart. I remember when my father taught me to sub-vocalize my attacks. ‘If you scream out every attack you use, then it’s a small wonder when your enemy dodges! Don’t be an idiot who announces your moves!’ That was not a fun lesson.
For a moment, the boy’s attack seemed to be working, watching the three offenders stagger towards him. They acted like they had just been saddled with training weights, lumbering far slower than normal ninja- heck, even a civilian could move with more poise than these fools! Twirling his kunai faster, he watched the most muscle-bound one drop the kunai like it weighed a ton. Glancing towards his own, he realized now what must be going on. An area-based Genjutsu – uncommon, but not unheard of – that fools the opponents into believing they’re heavier than normal. Turning his head back up to the conflict at hand, he guessed they must have realized the same. All three of them were now drawing kunai, two sporting reddened cheeks and the last an evil sneer.
They don’t intend to fight him three on one, now do they? That’s hardly fair.
‘Fairness? Son, you’re a ninja. Fairness is coming home alive.’
His forehead throbbed at hearing yet another one of his father’s mantras repeat in his head. Even if he sounded like a broken record some days, he was definitely effective at getting his teachings across. But this left Hiruma in a quandary. What should he do? Leave the boy to his fate? That hardly seemed fair to the boy, especially since his only crime was being an annoyance to those around him.
‘Mind your business, watch your mouth. You know that’s the motto of the Dirge. Keep your head down low, son, and you might live to see adulthood. Unlike your brother.’
Sneering at the last echo of his father, his nostrils flared in anger. Maybe if someone had given half a damn and intervened on his brother’s behalf, he might still have one! He wasn’t about to let another innocent kid die in this dead man’s wonderland. Coming to a decision, he began to step towards the concerned teen, his kunai shaking in his hand. His father wouldn’t approve of this – not one bit.
So why am I still walking towards him?
‘Because you don’t care if you end up just like your brother.’
If that was his fate, after all the training that he’d been put through, all the blood he’s shed, and pain he’d endured…maybe he deserved what was coming to him. Regardless, now wasn’t the time for meaningless contemplation. He reached the boy in a few short strides, stepping protectively in front of him while sparing him a backwards glance. Pointing his kunai from his charge towards the one whom first called out to him, his gestures were the only message he could relay.
You stuck your fingers up his a**, he’s your responsibility. The most I can do is even the odds – for you anyways.
Hearing the whistling of projectiles, he snapped his kunai back into a protective stance as he deflected a pair of shuriken into the ground. Leveling his gaze on the two sidekicks, he flung his kunai at the rightmost one aiming for his chest, while readying himself for combat. Inhale. Exhale. Feeling the rush of electricity pour through his limbs, he flexed his fingers and let the small arcs of lightning settle in his palms.
Let’s do this.
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