◤ Feudal Tokyo, a place that would seem like home to Vega, seeing he was blind, let alone a swordsmen who had no sight. This was a place, where he would the strength he needed, to better get something an somewhere without sight to aid him in life. It was simple, but for him, without his sight, he was at a disadvantage from being able to fight the right way. Vega knew what he was going to need to learn an do to get better an stronger, for now just getting the basic an starter to it all, would help him when he needed. Learning how to rely on the other senses he had, would be a challenge, which would help him, seeing as how without his sight, the others would grow an get stronger for him. Wanting to make up for his lack of sight, he knew he was going to need to get the rest on a level that would allow him to keep up with those around him, even if it would mean putting his body on the line. If he was to fight without his sight, then it would be harder for him to strike, but he could make up for that, with a increase to his hearing, or his sense of smell, it might help him get stronger then when he was a child. Not sure what it was going to cost him, he knew what he needed to do now, learn an grow, an keep growing till he got the point he was able to stand on his own, without others helping him. Taking a deep breath, Vega sighed, not sure of which way to move now while he was here, without sight, he was of moving would be harder, especially with others around, with the other noises as well. For now, Vega was standing still, letting his ears work as his eyes, letting the sight of everything he was missing, turn into sounds, to echo in his head, to use as detection for his movement, which would allow him to see in a way. It was something he was going to use, an help with, but for now, he was just using it as a way to get around while he was in his current state. Vega knew he was going to get stronger on his own, but with help, it would increase his chance at getting everything he was seeking, only thing was, he had still had to go back home to get something he knew he was going to need as well. He was from the Hidden Mist, an it was something of a way for him to grow, for what he wanted was a sword of his own, something he would call his friend an partner, even if he was not able to see them the way others would. Without his sight, he would show the world the power he held, even if it meant carving it out of bodies around him.
He's blind..◢
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A soft chuckle left her lips as Raelyn listened as her friend said she did not know what kinda sword style would fit her. It was a fair assessment as the dragon tamer swordswoman had not really seen her fight before… Tiamat was not there in Hidden Katana when the gun toting shinobi invaded. Nor had she, happily, not seen the young Uchiha’s poor performance in the Chuunin Exams. A smirk crossed her face as she rubs the back of her head, “Fair~ I do not believe that you have seen me in a fight, or if so not for long.” There was the short encounter with the young girl, Isis, from Hidden Sand when the girls were just in Academy. Now they were older, but overall the world was relatively peaceful outside a few instances of violence here and there. “Oh? Did you get yourself a weapon from Craftsman? I was going to craft you something.”
Screams rang out as it was not just the ninja world that was affected by the onslaught of turkeys as they rampaged through Tokyo as well. Raelyn shaking her head, “I get to fight along your side this time, Tia.” A burst of chakra erupts from her body before she kicks off the ground with a wide grin, “Least this makes practicing all these style more interesting.” Without hesitation Raelyn leaps between a Turkey and villager. A small metal bow was on the back of her head holding her hair in a tail.
[ Perception: 15 | Reaction: 27.5 ]
Word Count: 1,188 + 250 [x3.5 Interaction: 875] = 2,063
Tiamat Doragon Chuunin[x][x][x][x]Hidden Heaven [[x][x]↽╼┬┬┬╾↝⌤↜╼┬┬┬╾⇁ [x][x]﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ SPD: ( 39 ) | STR: ( 20 ) | DEF: ( 15 ) INT: ( 33 ) | RSV: ( 33 ) | SPR: ( 05 ) [x][x]PERC: ( 33 ) | RACT: ( 36 ) [x][x]﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋ "Oh right! I got the starts of some armor made, but they did not have the materials to finish the rest of it. Which was fine, cause I figured you would be able to finish it and make it better then whatever they were going to have it be made, right?" She said with a grin before her eyes snapping to the side at the sudden screams that were coming from the area around them. Raelyn making a comment about fighting along side her before getting between what looked like a turkey and a fleeing civilian, of course she immediately destroyed the pathetic thing. Tiamat glanced around immediately, there were more emerging from other portions of the village in chase of villagers as well. The already hectic area changing into pure chaos as she grinned herself and pointed towards a group of incoming turkeys. "Your turn, Rikraa!" She calls out before her small dragon flairs its wings beside her and releases a stream of red hot flame across three of the invading turkeys that were appearing nearby them. Tiamat immediately turned her attention to another group as she grabs her sword at her waist and then draws immediately. A black flame forming across the blade before releasing a large black halberd shape in the direction of four more as they emerged just to the side. The halberd of flame clashing right into them and incinerating them all in a moments notice before Tiamat turned to look back at her ally and dragon. There thankfully was not that many attacking here for the moment thanks to how deep they were into the village. If they were lucky, there wouldn't be any at all left over after this attack.
287 x 3.5 = 1004.5 + 2550 = 3554.5 x2 = 7109 Words Total
ACTIONS Rikraa - Fire Breath ( 50+38 Fire Damage | 42 Speed ) 3 Turkeys dead
Tia - Draconic Flame: Chakra Affinity ( +38 to Fire Techniques | Fire becomes Pure Chakra | Cost: Ax25 + Jutsu ) - Draconic Cutter ( STR+19, SPD+19, Imbue melee with Element after breath attack | Same action | Cost: A+B x25 Chakra, per post active - Karinzanjutsu, Blasting Type: Dragon Cannon - 1200 Chakra ( Strength + 1/2 Spirit Fire Damage )
The combination of her friend, Tiamat and the wyvern Rikraa was powerful. Raelyn loved to see the small dragon growing in strength and size. "Rikraa is so cool~!" She wished for her own wyvern but knew the connection between the two of them was something that they were born with. Still it was a team effort to wipe out the few remaining turkeys within the streets of the village. A smile forming on the young Uchiha's face as she wiped the blood of the avian off her blade, Raijin, before sheathing it at her waist once more. Her lavender eyes turning to look at her pink haired friend, "I love your sword style, Tia. What do you call it? How does it work?" Outside of being a master swordsmith, Raelyn was also practicing her own swordsmanship. "Would you help me fold ninjutsu into my kenjutsu?" The Craftsman Chuunin walks over to rub Rikraa's head tenderly, "You did amazing as well, Rikraa." She smiled to the much larger dragon. "Hard to believe that the last I saw you, that you were just a little nappy thing." A soft giggle leaving her lips before her attention turns to that pink haired swordswoman once again, "An armor you said? I know just the thing. I can whip up one of the best armors... and it will be able to drain the chakra out of those that come in contact with it, outside of you of course." She gives a bit a spin showing off her armor over her shoulder and kimono, "Mine can do the same... this.. and my broadsword, Kagutsuchi, came from Craftsman materials. Though... I have modified my broadsword." Her light smile crossed her face as she walked along side of her friend to the first trainer now that the invasion had subsided. It then struck her that she had perhaps spoken too much once more, though her friend seemed to be the more silent cool one. This made Raelyn feel as if despite her cheerful nature that she was being a bit of an annoyance.
[ Perception: 15 | Reaction: 31 ]
Word Count: 126 + 345 [x4 Interaction: 1,380] = 1,506
Reisi heads to bed for the night after spending the rest of the day training. When he gets up the next morning, he eats a small breakfast, then heads to the training dojo. When he gets to the training dojo, he warms up with the basics. He makes his way through each of the kenjutsu stances one at a time, moving from defensive to aggressive. He then moves to more advanced techniques that the dojo itself taught. The first one, Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu, was designed for quick strikes and predicting the opponents’ moves. It was the basis of a whole host of techniques that were based around speed and prediction. The moves looked like flashes of light due to how fast they were executed, though his were still slower than many of the other people who had been training at the dojo longer. After that, he practiced a technique derived from the Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu, known as the Battou-Jutsu. It was a drawing strike technique, requiring the sword to be sheathed before it was used. It was a lightning fast move just like the other one. The final Feudal Tokyo technique he worked on was not derived from the Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu, but was its own style, the Gatotsu. While also speed based, it was centered on a single piercing strike that does not run the opponent all the way through. He trained through repetition, repeating the move over and over again to drive it into his muscle memory.
After training for a while, he takes a break. He pulls out a notebook and pencil and starts making notes in the appropriate section. He plans out his journey, the villages he will visit and the techniques he wanted to learn. First was Feudal Amestris, which was home. He wanted to visit family, as well as learn a couple of sealing techniques, especially the Genjutsu and Ninjutsu sealing techniques. After that was Feudal Spira, to learn Water and Watera, and then Feudal Japan, to learn Sword Play, Dim Mak, Channel, Omnislash, and Cross Slash. After that was Feudal Arda, to learn the Hunter’s Mark technique. These would be the basis of his skills for a while. After he did those, he wanted to work to become a Bounty Hunter Nin, and seek out and capture (or end) criminals and traitors to villages. Similar to the mass village attacks that had happened while he was in the academy. He wanted to find those responsible and bring them to justice. It was a horrible act, and they would not get away with it.
After planning and writing down notes in the notebook, he resumes his training. He once again starts with a warm up of the basics, as well as making sure his muscles had not become sore. He then worked on the Hiten Mitsurugu Ryu technique, followed by the descendant technique of Battou-Jutsu. After working on those, he worked on the Gatotsu technique. After he trained those once again, he headed back to the inn to rest for the night and read his book.
Post Word Count: 512 x 5 = 2,048 Words Total Word Count: 2,133 + 2,048 = 4,181 Words (2,828 Words)
Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2022 1:04 am
Brielle stood like a shining silver beacon in the middle of a bustling square. The sounds of footsteps and chattering from all directions was nearly too much for the young knight to bear. She felt very out of place here, and she did not need to see their faces to feel the stares from all around. She knew that she stuck out here. She stuck out among her own people, and the people in Feudal Tokyo had little context to put to the shining silver armor, darkened from countless cycles of heat and cooling. Her red hair shone like a flaming beacon among these people, everything about her screaming that she was from somewhere else, somewhere strange and mysterious.
She did not want the attention.
Her own footsteps added more than their part to the noise, metal on cobble echoing out uniquely among a sea of leather and wooden steps, like a great metal monster crashing it’s way through the streets. She cringed inwardly with every step, thanking The Light that she didn’t have to speak to anyone. She had a specific destination, and had been given very specific directions to get there. If there were sights to be seen, they were lost in her, especially now. She was here to train, and nothing more. The villages of her parents were specialized in taijutsu, and their teachings for her unique style of fighting had run out. It was swordsmanship she needed to learn, and for that, there were no better masters to be found than those in Feudal Tokyo.
The sounds of the countless people around her served as a useful guide, in a way. The places without voices and stomping were where the buildings were, so it was easy to avoid them as she made her way through the bustling streets, to a quieter, seedier section of town.
Reisi starts the next day training like he had been doing. However, this day, he felt the things he was learning click into place and he was able to do them without any difficulty. He smiles at himself, confident that he had learned the techniques that he wanted to for right now. He heads back to the inn and packs up his stuff. Then, he heads back out into the town to move on to another place to train. On his way out of the town, he passes through one of the seedy parts of the town, seeing a woman with a large sword, a huge shield, and very heavy armor.
Post Word Count: 111 x 2.5 = 278 Words Total Word Bank: 181 + 278 = 459 Words
Total Word Count: 4,181 + 278 = 4,459 Words (3,106 Words)
Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2022 6:09 pm
The throng of people pushed in from all sides, unknowing and uncaring that she could not see to avoid their intrusion. Brielle found herself bustled this way and that, her armor and shield doing nothing to prevent her from being pushed here and there. She managed to keep her footing, and found her way to a wall, if only for an unmoving surface to keep her bearings on.
She felt her anxiety rising like a beast, clawing at her from within. She felt helpless and alone in this place, without even eyes of her own to guide her. She reached to her chest, clasping her hand around her holy symbol, and muttered a prayer under her breath, beseeching the light to guide her, or at least to steady her nerves so she might find her way herself.
She had relied on The Light for guidance even before her sight left her, as her father had taught her. In her early years, she had been bullied fiercely for her looks and her mannerisms, so beloved to her father but unwelcome among her peers. She was brash and clumsy, larger even than the boys her age, and prone to getting into fistfights. Her peers had made her childhood a painful one, and when her sight left, she had been glad to be rid of their sneering faces, if not the taunts, now more vicious with her useless eyes.
She had become a warrior to spite them, in many ways. Her discipline a means to proving to herself and others that she could stand strong against their teasing, against their sneering. Her dedication to faith and service had served her well. Alongside her religious studies, she had learned to cope with her new disability.
Among the throng of people in Feudal Tokyo, Brielle heard another point of stillness among a river of people, where the people parted to make way for another. A shinobi. Someone they respected - or feared - enough not to bump into. She made her way towards them, pushing through the throng with new purpose. Shen was truly lost, and hoped to ask for directions.
Reisi takes note of the way the woman was constantly pushed around by the people on the busy street, thick with pedestrians. He noted that despite the woman being moved constantly by others, her eyes stayed still. A clear indication that she was blind. Her dress and armaments, in the land of Feudal Tokyo, meant she was likely a visiting shinobi like himself, as other than the samurai and bandits, those were the only ones that carried weapons in Feudal Tokyo. And neither samurai nor bandits carried shield nor wore armor like hers. He taps his sword, creating a clear tone that the people in the street parted to let through and makes his way to the woman. “Seems you are having trouble making your way through the busy street? Would you care for some aid?” He would offer out a hand to the woman that she could take if she needed, though he also kept a rhythmic taping on his sword’s guard that she could follow the sound of if she wanted.
Post Word Count: 173 x 2.5 = 433 Words Total Word Bank: 459 + 433 = 892 Words
Total Word Count: 4,459 + 433 = 4,892 Words (3,539 Words)
Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2022 2:47 pm
Amongst the oppressive throng of bodies, pushing in on her from all sides, she heard a clear sound. Metal on metal. It seemed the crowd heard the sound as well, as there was a sudden pause, and then a shuffling procession of footsteps as the citizens of this city made way for the other shinobi, obviously respected or feared enough to inspire obedience. In the void of sound left in this clearing, she heard the approaching footsteps, and turned herself to face them, her own plated armor clinking and clanking with her movement, in stark contrast to the near-silent cloth the other shinobi wore, make a sound so slight she doubted any others here could perceive it.
There was a since of anxiety that welled up within Embrielle Jonz as the other shinobi approached, unknowing his intentions. When he spoke, however, his voice was one that offered help, not a challenge, and a sense of relieve washed over Brielle, though she tried not to display it. She was not very skilled with navigated new places or interactions with new people. She was glad to hear a friendly voice, and for the relative silent ambience that his respect here offered.
She tried her best not to sound as discouraged as she felt when she responded. ”Thank you, stranger. It’s a lot busier here than my homeland, but I am learning to manage the crowds, slowly. I welcome the company, but what sort of soldier would I be if I needed a hand to guide me. I’m afraid I have to do this myself, or I will never learn.”
She felt her cheeks flush crimson. She was unfamiliar with talking to strangers. Being offered help from one was positively foreign. She was lost, though, and so she decided to ask for directions, her initial intention.
”I was sent here for Kenjutsu training, and I suspect finding my way is part of my task… Perhaps you could help with-”
Her speech halted suddenly as she heard a sound far off in the distance, past the chattering throng a shuffling feet. A single, piercing scream, buried beneath the din of normalcy in this large city. She wondered if the other Shinobi heard it to. Without knowing it, her arm had found its way into her shield, her other hand gripping the hilt of a silver b*****d sword at her back.
There was another set of screams, more than one this time, this time clipped off in mid-cry. The sound of slaughter.
”Did you hear that? Let’s go.”
Where as a civilian, she had seemed lost in helpless, she was now moving as those with sight did, blind eyes set in an expression of grim determination. She was running as fast as her arms and armor would allow, the sound of her armor clanging with every step, her breath coming out in ragged pants with the effort of moving so much metal.
Her eyes began to burn crimson, brows furrowed in determination as she approached the sound of killing, as more screams began to ring out, more frequent now as the slaughter began in earnest. While she could not see the gingerbread men, she could hear their pattering feet, sense the voids of heat as they moved across the backdrop of the buildings.
”Everyone! Seek shelter immediately!” She called out to the screaming crowd, doing her best to clear the street before she could engage with these enemies. Many of her abilities did not recognize friend from foe, and she could not risk harming these citizens with her collateral damage.
Reisi heard the scream as well and turned his attention towards it. He said nothing as he followed her at a matching pace, making sure not to leave too much distance between them. The threat was an unknown quantity, and as such it was best to keep as strong a defense as possible until more information had been gained. When they reached the site of the killing, he was taken aback. What he saw were gingerbread men, with frosting armor, killing people with weapons made of candy canes. He drew his sword and readied it in a defensive position, as the things were moving too fast for him to be able to hit. Instead, he would help the blind warrior he had found watch her back as she took on the creatures facing them.
Post Word Count: 134 x 3.5 = 469 Words Total Word Bank: 892 + 469 = 1,361 Words
Total Word Count: 4,892 + 469 = 5,361 Words (4,008 Words)
The look of alarm was clear on Embrielle’s face as she wheeled around, listening to the chaos around her. She could feel the heat of panic all around her in a tangled mass of bodies. She knew that if these people did not get to shelter, and quick, many of them would die.
This was not something she could abide.
Brielle sprung to action, trusting that her companion was well-trained enough to know what to do in a situation like this.
”Everyone inside!”, Brielle called out to the scrambling crowd, as loud as she could muster, though only the nearest of the throng seemed to hear. Nonetheless, when the others began to see the offer of protection, both from the shelter and the heavily-armored shinobi, they were quick to follow suit, until Brielle found herself standing steadfast between the gingerbread and the innocent, shield up and sword out, ready to engage if they closed in to threaten these people.
She could not see their bodies, but she could smell them. She could hear them. She knew where they were.
A few of the ginger soldiers tried to push their way through Brielle’s shield, but she pushed them away, hesitating to engage in true combat until these people were safe inside.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2023 6:08 pm
Tai Mao
Hax descends upon the misty streets as if he were a marionette. A pale mask upon his face; a kishin mask specifically. The blood red markings glint in the street lights as he lightly balances en pointe in the manner of a ballerina. Why? Why not? The sounds of mayhem do not perturb him in the slightest. The warm scent of gingerbread wafting in the air. Behind his mask he licks his lips and chuckles lightly. "My. Somebody started the party without me~ How rude~" His delicate limbs gracefully move as he produces a fedora from seemingly nowhere and dons it. "I suppose I shall be making my entrance fashionably late~" With that he swiftly shifts gears from his gentlemanly movements to that of a maniac with a blade. Carving into an over bloated gingerbread man that was just about to devour a child. "Tsk. Desert before your dinner, lad? You must be off to your mama now. Quickly before I become cross. Gingy and I have a bit of business." A sly smile with narrowed eyes seems to grace his masked face somehow. "Shall we dance? I am afraid that I insist on leading. You are far too graceless." He says as he dodges it's swing after freeing his blade. "You are off beat, lad. On the up beat not down or you'll never keep time with me." One, three, one three, one three and so on and on. His movements are in time to a song only he can here. Smooth Criminal. Why? Because he's Hax.
Reisi helped direct people into buildings, away from the gingerbread men. The gingerbread creatures moved far quicker than he did, and as such there was not anything he could do offensively against them. However, he could help direct people and such, and he could keep an eye on the blind swordswoman’s back. As he assisted with both of those, he watched as a strange man descends and tears through one of the gingerbread men. He did not know who this strange fellow was, and from the way he moved, he didn’t care for him either.
Post Word Count: 95 x 1.6 = 152 Words Total Word Bank: 1,361 + 152 = 1,513 Words
Tiamat Doragon Chuunin[x][x][x][x]Hidden Heaven [[x][x]↽╼┬┬┬╾↝⌤↜╼┬┬┬╾⇁ [x][x]﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ SPD: ( 57 ) | STR: ( 30 ) | DEF: ( 15 ) INT: ( 37 ) | RSV: ( 37 ) | SPR: ( 07 ) [x][x]PERC: ( 37 ) | RACT: ( 47 ) [x][x]﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋ It was a quick and easy series of attacks that would lead to the previous onslaught of Turkey to be completely destroyed. Tiamat and Rikraa composing themselves once again in order to turn and make their way back to Raelyn, a light blush forming across her face as Raelyn exclaims how cool her young wyvern companion was, while Rikraa prances back and forth with her head held high. Clearly the young dragon was proud of herself as well. "My sword style? It does not really have a name, but it is basically known as Draconic Arts. Since my clan fights in tandem with their companions-" She starts as she pats the top of Rikraa's head beside her. "-we usually combine our talents together for maximum efficiency and this was the sword style I came up with when her and I were working on fighting together." Tiamat explains while she looks around at the carnage that these waves of turkeys had caused. "Yeah I can help with that, it is not much different from using Kenjutsu to fight anyway. It shouldnt take you long at all to get your own style made up!" She says while grinning in the direction of her friend before her gaze narrows while looking past her down the street. She thought for a moment that she had seen a cookie passing by one of the stalls? Shrugging she turns her attention back onto Raelyn just in time to hear what she was saying about her armor choice. "Oh! That would be fantastic then! I do like what you did with your broadsword. I had seen a couple more of them when we were in Hidden Craftsmen, but none as specially modified as yours appears." She says while turning her attention back onto the sword that her friend wielded. Just then a scream came up as a civilian in the area stumbled out of an alleyway with a cookie man on top of her, it's bloated appearance stabbing away with what could only be confirmed as a jagged piece of candy cane. Tiamat immediately dashed forwards towards the attacking cookie man while grabbing at the sheathed sword at her side. In a fluid motion, she drew the weapon from it's sheath and cleaved the creature in half and rose her foot in a sweep to launch both halves of the gingerbread man away from the woman, before turning her attention down the alley at the multitude of more that appeared to be dashing out. As the two halves tumbled into the others, they both appeared to explode causing an additional two to crumble and become piles of gingerbread upon the ground as well. "What the hell is going on with the shinobi world?!" She practically screams as she draws her sword from it's sheath once again, black flames whelling up around the blade before she makes a slash and sends a halberd of black flame cascading towards the gingerbread as Rikraa dashes forwards as well and breathes a stream of flame down the other side of the alleyway onto the remainder of the gingerbread that were there that had not been hit by the halberd of flame. With each one struck by either attack they would suddenly fall backwards and explode, killing off two more that were running up to attack her, Rikraa and the injured civilian. These explosions helping to make quick work of the hoard that had built itself off of the main street.
579 x 2.5 = 1447.5 + 9 = 1456.5 Words Total
GINGERBREAD KILLED: 21 total
ACTIONS Rikraa - Fire Breath ( 56+51 Fire Damage | 53 Speed ) 3 gingerbread men dead + 6 Explosions = 9 Dead
Tia - Battou-Jutsu - 1700 Chakra ( Speed +15 | Uses Speed for Damage ) 72 + 75 ( katana ) = 147 Damage - Draconic Flame: Chakra Affinity ( +51 to Fire Techniques | Fire becomes Pure Chakra | Cost: Ax25 + Jutsu ) - Karinzanjutsu, Blasting Type: Dragon Cannon - 1200 Chakra ( Strength + 1/2 Spirit Fire Damage ) 30 + 3.5 + 70 + 51 = 154.5 Fire Damage @ 62 Speed = 4 gingerbread killed + 8 explosions = 12 -
