Scar-Cheek had barely begun to smirk when the lightning boy streaked past him in a sudden flash of vivid emerald light. It all happened in a heartbeat—an electric tingle prickled along Scar-Cheek’s arms and legs, seizing his attention away from the child he’d been about to incapacitate. It wasn’t agony, not the bone-deep hurt he’d expect from a killing strike. Rather, it felt like a wild surge of static that jangled his nerves, making his muscles spasm and his grip falter just enough to loosen his hold on his blade.
The world blurred for a second or two, his vision brightening at the edges as if a lamp had flared too close to his eyes. He bit down, forcing back a frustrated hiss. It wasn’t crippling pain—he’d endured far worse over the years—but it shocked him with its suddenness and knocked the wind from his sails. There was a moment of disorientation, his body reacting a half-step behind his mind, which scrambled to regain focus. His arm jerked involuntarily, his shoulders stiffened, and he almost dropped his weapon. Almost. He’d never been one to lose his nerve over a trick of chakra, but this was unexpected and irritating.
Before Scar-Cheek could fully regain his footing, he felt a sharp jolt of pain explode from his toes. Hot, urgent discomfort raced up his leg as something heavy and metal—not a blade, at first he thought just a kick—stamped down brutally on his foot. The next sensation was more precise, more insidious: the cold bite of sharpened steel forcing its way through boot leather and flesh. He clenched his teeth, a snarl catching in his throat as he felt the boys’ small hands wrest the sword from his grip. He tried to yank his leg free, to swing an elbow or lash out with his free hand, but in the haze of that lightning-flash disorientation, he found himself a step too slow.
The blade drove deeper, pinning his foot to the ground like a piece of caught prey. Panic and anger mingled in his mind—he’d let children get the better of him, even if just for a moment. As they scrambled away, he wrenched at the impaled limb, hissing curses under his breath. He tried to follow, staggering forward, but the foot refused to respond properly, pain flaring anew as he tugged at the embedded sword. The boys darted into the shadows of the ruins, their forms dissolving into fractured moonlight and drifting dust.
Scar-Cheek grimaced, leaning heavily on one knee as he struggled to free himself. Every pull on the blade’s hilt sent another spike of pain through his nerves, and every second the kids were out of sight was another step closer to their escape. He’d track them, he swore to himself, once he got loose. He’d limp if he had to, follow their footprints through the rubble and sand. For now, though, he could only snarl into the darkness, trying not to imagine their distant footsteps fading, already too far away to catch easily. He tugged again, drawing blood and a muffled growl from his own throat. The children were gone, and he was left pinned by his own weapon, his advantage squandered in a heartbeat of distraction.
Scar-Cheek finally wrenched his foot free with a savage yank, biting down on a cry as metal tore from flesh. Blood slicked his boot, but he shoved the pain aside. The children’s silhouettes had vanished into the ruin’s deeper shadows, and each lost second made them harder to track. Glaring into the dust-choked darkness, he started forward with a pronounced limp. He intended to finish what he’d started—if not now, then very soon. But before he could cover any real distance, the earth convulsed again, and gnarled roots erupted in his path, slashing at the air like wooden predators.
This time, he didn’t hesitate. He felt the unseen presence that dared to interfere, the chakra swelling in the soil around him. Blood trickled from his wounded foot, but he inhaled deeply, steadying himself against the throbbing pain. Gone was the snide mockery and lighthearted cruelty he’d shown when cornering children. In its place came a grim determination, a dark focus that tightened his jaw and sharpened his glare.
With a swift series of hand seals, he channeled his chakra, molding it into fire. His lungs felt like a forge, heat gathering and rising until he exhaled a swirling inferno into the rising nest of roots. Bright orange flames roared forth, licking hungrily at the twisted tendrils. The rush of heat and smoke lit up the ruins, casting frantic shadows that danced and twisted as wood crackled and split. Sparks whirled like angry fireflies, and the bitter stench of charred plant matter filled the air.
Seizing the chance his flames had bought him, Scar-Cheek lunged through the wall of embers. Leaves and bark shriveled to ash at his passage. His injured foot screamed with each step, but he refused to slow. If the meddler wanted a fight, he’d give one, though he dared not waste too much time. He had a mission—secrets to extract and a village to plunder. Pushing forward, he loosed another burst of flame at the next wave of roots before they could fully coil around him. The air crackled as bark and sap hissed, steam and smoke obscuring the archways above.
Every tendril that tried to close off his pursuit met a scorching demise. He carved a burning path through the undergrowth of Reika’s conjured forest, his narrowed eyes scanning high ledges and broken spires for a hint of where the unseen nin waited. His body language changed: stiff shoulders and a lowered stance replaced his earlier swagger. If the brats had some hidden protector, he would meet her with fire and fury. No more toying with prey—only scorched earth and a relentless drive to break through whatever obstacles she raised. He was tired of these games.
The heavy-set bandit with the water sword choked on the thick dust as Reika’s monstrous roots tore out of the earth, surrounding him in a prison of twisted bark and grasping tendrils. He gritted his teeth, the shock of it all shaking his focus. A moment ago, he’d believed himself the superior force—now he had to fight just to move. With a furious snarl, he conjured another blade of shimmering water, its liquid edge reflecting the moonlight in trembling ripples. He slashed madly at the writhing wood, carving notches and gouges, sending droplets spraying where sap oozed from newly cut fibers.
But for every root he severed, two more surged in to replace it. They lunged at him from unexpected angles, lashing around his calves, his arms, and finally his throat. He gasped, eyes bulging in disbelief as rough bark scraped his skin raw. He tried to hack at them again, pivoting with panicked strength, but the very ground seemed to shift under his boots. Another root looped around his forearm, tightening with merciless force until his fingers spasmed and the water sword sputtered out, splashing to the ground in useless droplets.
He released a guttural, bubbling scream as more coils wrapped around his torso, squeezing so hard that his ribs creaked in protest. Panic flared in his chest—this was no normal ninjutsu, no mild trick of wood and earth. This was a predator in plant form, animated by a rage he couldn’t see. His desperate struggle slowed as oxygen became scarce. Then, with a sickening crack, a thick root punched straight into his side, just below the ribcage. Blood welled from the wound, soaking into the bark as if the plant itself hungered for it.
He tried once more, feebly, to break free. His trembling legs kicked uselessly, striking only air and dust. Another thick tendril slammed into his back, forcing him forward and deeper onto that spear-like root. He coughed wetly, spraying crimson droplets onto the jagged bark. The last thing he saw was a tangle of earthen limbs closing in on every side, crushing and tearing, turning his cries into gargled whispers. His body twitched one final time before the roots ripped him apart with indifferent finality, leaving nothing but shattered bone and torn flesh to mark where he had fought so desperately.
A faint drip of blood on cracked stone, the fading smell of iron in the night breeze—these were his epitaph. In moments, he was gone, consumed and discarded by Reika’s furious assault.
Unlike his more brazen companions, the quiet bandit had always worked from the fringes—observing, measuring, and choosing his moments with cold precision. As the first screaming root erupted from the earth, he dropped lower into the shadows of a half-collapsed archway and narrowed his eyes. He took in the scene in brief, clinical glances: Scar-Cheek, wounded and furious, fending off gnarled tendrils with desperate blasts of flame; the heavy-set brute snared and torn apart in a vortex of bark and sinew. Grim understanding settled over him like a shroud. They had misjudged their enemy.
He pressed himself against a shattered pillar, heart pounding but mind focused. This was no longer a safe place to lurk; the very ground had turned hostile under the unseen shinobi’s command. He watched the roots twist and lash out again, searching for prey, and timed his movements to the rhythm of their violence. When they surged toward Scar-Cheek, he moved away from that section of ruin with silent steps. When they slithered toward where the heavy-set bandit had died, he slipped behind a low ridge of debris. He made no sound, letting the shrieks of splintering wood and the crackle of distant flames mask his quiet retreat.
At first, he’d considered intervening—an arrow of compressed wind to strike down the rescuer, a swift kunai to one of the boys. But the situation had spiraled far beyond a casual kill. This was a rout, and he knew it. His two companions were either dead or pinned down, and his own skills, while deadly, were better suited to silent hunts and surgical strikes than pitched battles against relentless, elemental fury.
He caught a glimpse of writhing wood smashing into a stone column not far away, and felt the dust rain softly on the back of his neck. Enough. Any moment spent here risked drawing attention. The unseen shinobi seemed to have eyes in the ground and ears in the timber. There was no profit in valor now. He would not join his comrades in their gruesome ends.
With patient caution, he reversed his course and picked a path through the rubble-strewn alleyways. He stuck to the deepest shadows, careful never to run in a straight line, never to kick a stray pebble, never to let his silhouette cross the faint light of the waning moon. This was what he knew best: slipping away, fading from memory like a breath of wind in the desert night.
Soon he would be far beyond the reach of these monstrous roots and the furious savior they served. He would travel under starlight, guided by the distant silhouette of fractured rooftops, until he emerged in the open sands. Then he would run, swift and low, covering miles under the hush of darkness. He had a message to deliver—news that the old ruins were not abandoned, that some unknown force stood ready to tear apart any of their boss’s operatives who dared trespass. It was a bitter duty, one that would weigh heavily on his conscience—but he was alive, and that was all that mattered now.
By the time Reika’s roots settled again into the earth, by the time the dust began to drift lazily in the still air, the quiet bandit was gone. Not a whisper, not a sign, just a lingering tension in the silence to mark that he had ever been there. He would be the messenger now, his voice the only one left to carry word of this unexpected defeat.
Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2024 7:29 pm
Izanagi ran, each step sending a jolt of pain through his battered frame. His wounded shoulder throbbed steadily, and the taste of copper lingered on his tongue where he’d bitten it. He forced himself forward, deeper into the half-buried streets and broken passages of the ancient village. Behind him, the enemy still prowled, the crackle of flames now audibly drifting through the darkness. He refused to look back, clinging to the faint hope that moving forward could somehow keep him alive a little longer.
Although he did not wish to look back, Kihone's voice finally broke through to him. His eyes shot to his blood brother, he trusted Kihone. Following him was safest. All he wanted was to be safe. To be in the orphanage, chilled by the night but warmed by the blanket that Koroto had knitted them to stave off the cold. Safe in his bed alongside his brothers, knowing tomorrow they would rise again and become stronger, together. ' Stronger...'Izanagi thought to himself, tears streaming down his face absentmindedly from the fear he harbored. ' I'm not strong. I can't...I can't be a ninja!' the words of defeat clawed through his mind as he ran to hide. . Izanagi swallowed, forcing his ragged breathing to quiet, and whispered, “Stealth mode.”He concentrated, trying to recall the lessons of blending his chakra to slip attention. His mind struggled to maintain focus with the throbbing pain and lingering terror, but he tried anyway, coaxing a thin layer of chakra to settle over him.
Izanagi would follow Kihone to a spot that the two would deem safe, or at least as safe as they could be. " K-Kiho..." Izanagi whispered with broken and exhausted breathing. " We have to get back. We have to tell the people back home...everyone is in danger." he spoke, wondering why he was even thinking about anything else when their entire liveliness was on the line. A faint scrape of shifting rubble reached his ears, somewhere just beyond their hiding place. Izanagi’s muscles tensed until they felt ready to snap. The pain in his shoulder intensified as he braced against the masonry, trying to minimize any movement that might give them away.
He dared not move his gaze from Kihone’s shape, taking silent courage from not being alone. The night air was dry, carrying the faint scent of ash and disturbed earth. Izanagi’s chest felt tight, and his throat was sore from trying not to make a sound. He knelt there, cramped in the dark, clutching the sword, silently begging the bandit to pass them by, and trying not to think about what would happen if he didn’t. Then it would happen. The sword rattled softly as he tightened his grip in his anxious fear, a slight metallic chime that he immediately regretted. He clenched his jaw, willing his limbs to stay steady. In the near distance, a ragged and treacherous voice bellowed. " C'mon now kids. I know you're here. Step out or I'll send this whole city up in flames with my next jutsu!"
Izanagi, fear ridden and overwhelmed by terror was suddenly shocked to a chilling awareness of his situation. He looked to Kihone.' Kiho is way better at being a ninja than me...if he can...if he can get back to Koroto, then they can get everyone out alive!' He crammed his eyes shut, the unsightly tears and snot running down his face as he took his left hand and gripped the sword in equal measure to his right and pushed himself to his feet. His eyes looked down to Kihone who still crouched near him. " Kiho, start running. I'll keep him busy. Get Koroto and save everyone! You two are way stronger, I know you can do it." His words would sound confident, heroic even. Izanagi's face though was no better than a child who'd lost their parent for the first time. Kihone wouldn't miss the tremble in his voice or the shake in his hands.
Izangi felt his knuckles whiten around the blade. ' Why. Why don't you just drop the sword and run, idiot!? ' he asked himself. ' Why...why are you holding it so tightly!?'he asked himself again. He hesitated as he stood on the precipice of action. ' It isn't smart to fight! You're gonna die! You're gonna die a nobody little kid who never even got to have a life! So why can't you let go of the sword and run!?' Izanagi's heartbeat was pounding with such fervor and tenacity that the whole Land of Wind could hear it most likely. He struggled internally for several seconds before a stronger sensation, a stronger voice than his own spoke within his mind.' Because you're going to be a great ninja! ' He paused as his mentality shifted, he questioned the thought. With everyone stronger than him, how would he be better? Could he be a ninja? 'You can do this! Get knocked down, then stand back up! Beat them with your will power! Never give up, never retreat!' The words echoed in his mind, filling him with at least a push of tenacity for now. He had to step forward or he would never be a great ninja!
Stepping out from the shadows and dropping his veil, Izanagi moved into the pale moonlight that was warmed by the ambient flames burning the wood style plants from Reika that Scar Cheek had turned to ash. The blade raised to face the man, aimed up toward his chest as he stood off center the blade to one side. He bent his knees and seemed to be almost leaning forward a bit." H-Hey!! Ugly! I'm right here. You won't hurt a-anyone! Who the hell do you think I am!! I'm the Sword King! Izanagi! I'll fight you if it's the last thing I do!" His voice quaked, but rang with a hint of the blind courage he'd shown in the beginning. " Come get some!" He said as he readied himself for the bandit's attack.
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Wood bursting from the ground, blasts of fire, and the tubby shinobi's desperate failure to survive were the noises left behind them as Kihone helped his injured little brother slip away into the nearby ruins. He had no idea where the aid was coming from, but he didn't have time to think about it while frantically looking for a decent hiding place for them to duck into. Kihone watched his brother tremble uncontrollably as he struggled with the trauma he could see developing behind Izanagi's once bright and indestructible dark violet eyes. He tried not to get lost in his own traumatic memory as the bodies of family, friends and neighbors fell around him as they fled into the evening dunes. To Kiho's surprise, Izanagi found it in him to remember a pressing duty they had to their home in Sorai, pushing through his stuttering to suggest an unusually sensible option. He nodded and started to reply as quietly as he could, "Nagi... I know b-but..." He hushed his whispers as soon as he also heard someone nearing their hiding spot. 'I couldn't cover our tracks, but can they really find us that easily? Drat...' He did similar to his brother, and tried his best to make himself even smaller and less noticeable. Kihone didn't even notice how heavy his chest felt as he held his breaths and tried to keep the noise of his wildly thumping heart down in his ear so that he could focus on the encroaching threat.
Kihone did his best to keep the sword he'd stolen from Scar-cheek close by, but out of the moonlight; he pressed the heavy, deadly tool into the sand in his left hand's tense grip. However, Izanagi's trembling grip on his own newly-attained real weapon caused the old, untended blade to rattle ever so little. It was plenty in contrast to quiet in the pale-lit wasteland that was once one of the greatest ninja villages. Kihone grumbled while his brother's anxiety only blasted off again, "I should have twisted it... then he wouldn't be able to follow us like- huh?" Once again, he was cut off mid sentence but this time because of Izanagi's suddenly rediscovered courage. Ever syllable of that plan trembled with the same dismissive hope that his mother gave him when he was first sent to find his father as soon as the Jashinists reached his doorstep. The flashback came and went once again as Kihone just watched Izanagi struggle to find the strength to back his brave posturing. "If you think I'm leaving you here to die, then you're even... crazier... than I thought." He said with fading intensity while Izanagi stepped out to face their pursuer.
"Izanagi..." Kihone sighed as Nagi did his utmost to get Scar-cheeks attention locked on himself. Sure, Kihone probably could have just turned into a lightning bolt and went as fast as he could back to the village, but that was the last thing he wanted to do when the most important person in his life was willing to throw it away for people that mostly saw them as nuisances and ungrateful mouths to be fed. They would have to wait. Kihone maintained his stealth technique to help avoid notice as he moved through the shadows to circle around to a better position to counterattack when the scarred thug inevitably went for his brother's life... again. As sneaky as he tried to be, it wasn't easy while lugging the metal sword around, until Kihone thought to magnetize it so that the jagged katana would feel that much lighter in his grip. The ionized air brought a sense of calm to him as his brain raced for a strategy that would let the two of them miraculously defeat this experienced shinobi and still make it back to Sorai in one piece and still breathing. 'I only have one jutsu that can close the distance and hopefully give us another opening to attack, but will it work on him again?' Kihone remembered all the times Koroto reminded him not to be so obvious when using the same tricks or tactics to win a fight; it never went in Kiho's favor and lives weren't ever at stake during training. "Big bro... I don't know what I should do." He whimpered as he poked his head around the corner from a new pile of rubble he was hiding from, just to see little Izanagi squaring up to fight the cruel scar-faced man that was hunting them down with eager blood lust that might rival those evil cultists. Kiho just heard the last words of advice to fight if he had the strength to run ringing through his erratic thoughts. "Time to be heroes. R-real heroes!" Reluctantly, Kihone gathered his raiton chakra and readied himself to send his sparking emerald green self into a flanking linear charge the moment Scar-cheek's attention seemed to be completely on Izanagi- preferably while he was busy with talking or right before an attack against his little brother. If this were successful, again, then Scar-cheek would find himself momentarily paralyzed again and open to attacks from both boys. If it missed then Kihone would keep zipping through the air as a green streak of lightning until he collided with another surface and could bounce back for another try.
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Kondo Kaicho
Kazuma of the Wind
Posted: Thu Dec 12, 2024 12:38 pm
Scar-Cheek stood amid the scattered rubble and half-crumbled walls, the scent of charred wood and scorched earth drifting around him. The distant crackle of lingering flames, the bitter tang of ash clinging to his tongue...he ignored these distractions, focusing entirely on the boy who had stepped into the open. Once so confident in his ability to butcher children like vermin, he now found himself confronting an opponent who refused to break beneath the weight of terror. The child’s voice shook, but he showed no sign of running. The sword, the way the kid’s knuckles whitened on the hilt, it was made clear he intended to stand his ground, if only for a moment. Scar-Cheek’s eyes narrowed, taking in the trembling knees, the hitch in each breath. This was no seasoned warrior, yet something about the boy’s stubborn stand provoked a grudging respect. A nuisance, yes, but a persistent one. He spat to clear the dryness from his mouth, then reached into his pouch with his off-hand. His foot scraped through gritty sand as he adjusted his stance. No longer playing the mocking predator, he shifted into a balanced posture, weight distributed evenly, ready to move. With a flick of his wrist, he produced three shuriken. Edges caught the moonlight as he leveled them at Izanagi. The silence stretched, both combatants lit by the faint glow of smoldering debris. Scar-Cheek drew a measured breath, muscles tensing in his forearm. He needed to test the boy’s reactions, to herd him into a position where a single kunai strike would finish this quickly. He had threatened to burn everything down, to flush them out like rats, but now that one stood defiant before him, it felt fitting to end this quietly. The sooner he was done here, the sooner he could slip away to nurse his wounds and report the night’s chaos to his superiors.
Without a word, he launched the shuriken. Two whipped through the air, each spinning disc aimed to force Izanagi’s feet to move, to break his stance. He wasn’t expecting them to kill outright—not at this distance and with such a rushed throw. Instead, he watched the boy’s knees, shoulders, and eyes, searching for the first sign of panic. Would the child dive left or right? Would he try to block with that sword he clutched so anxiously? Scar-Cheek intended to strike in the next instant, to exploit the boy’s reaction and close the gap with a kunai drawn in his other hand. Timing here mattered more than brute strength. A metallic scrape preceded the bandit’s next move as he slid a kunai free from his belt. The blade’s dull gleam hinted at many past uses. He advanced quickly, aiming to meet Izanagi wherever the boy landed after dodging or blocking the shuriken. Scar-Cheek’s footsteps stirred dust, each stride purposeful, his upper body leaning in just enough to spring forward with a stabbing thrust the moment he got within range. This time there would be no lazy swings or casual cruelty—no toying. His grip tightened on the kunai, knuckles pressing white through scarred skin. He stepped over fallen stones and a half-buried beam, maintaining his forward momentum. The child had shown he wouldn’t run. That was fine. Scar-Cheek would force him to either stand firm and face death head-on or yield under the pressure. Closing in, he swiped downward in a feint before jabbing the point of the kunai straight at Izanagi’s ribs. His shoulder muscles bunched with the effort, no wasted motion. If the boy tried to parry with the sword, Scar-Cheek would shift his stance and follow through with another thrust. Each heartbeat brought them closer, tension sharpening the night air. Dust swirled around their legs, and the faint crackle of distant flames provided a quiet backdrop to the violence unfolding between them. Scar-Cheek’s breathing steadied as he imagined the outcome. A single good strike would end the threat, end the stubborn defiance. He intended to leave no room for a heroic second wind—no chance for the child to conjure another trick. Every subtle shift of his weight, every roll of his wrist as he maneuvered the kunai, all served a single purpose: to make sure this “Sword King” never rose to challenge him again, nor the brat that had fled with him. Despite the imminent battle with the child, he had not forgotten the other boy. Just where had he gotten to.
Izanagi’s eyes narrowed, locking onto Scar-Cheek as he held the stolen sword in a defensive stance. The weight of the blade trembled faintly in his grip, but he kept it steady. The bandit didn’t taunt or sneer this time; his silence was heavier, more menacing. Izanagi felt the cold night air cling to his skin, the faint crackle of lingering flames around them accentuating the eerie quiet between breaths. The realization hit him hard—this was no mockery, no game. Scar-Cheek was fighting to kill.
A metallic glint caught Izanagi’s eye as the bandit flicked his wrist, releasing shuriken into the air. The moonlight danced along their sharp edges as they sliced toward him. His heart skipped, adrenaline surging in a burst of clarity. With a quick pivot, Izanagi stepped hard to his left, narrowly evading the first projectile as it whizzed past his ear. The faint hum of steel cutting air sent a chill down his spine. The second one came fast, targeting his movement. Without thinking, he raised the sword in a desperate swing. Metal met metal with a sharp clang, sparks bursting into the night as the shuriken ricocheted off the blade and clattered harmlessly to the side.
But in that split-second of defense, his eyes had shifted from Scar-Cheek. When he looked back, the bandit was already closing the distance, his kunai poised in a precise grip, the point glinting in the firelight. Panic surged in Izanagi, but he forced his body to move. Drawing on instinct and every lesson drilled into him by his brothers, he shifted his weight to his back leg. As Scar-Cheek’s blade thrust forward, Izanagi pivoted sharply. The kunai sliced through the air just inches from his chest, grazing his shirt and leaving a shallow tear. The sound of fabric shredding was deafening in the moment. He could feel the proximity of the blade, how close it had come to ending him, but his momentum carried him through the movement.
The pivot brought him behind Scar-Cheek, his movements shockingly fluid for someone so overwhelmed by fear. Without hesitation, he gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, drawing on a surge of desperation and resolve. With a powerful swing, he brought the flat of the blade down onto the bandit’s back. The impact echoed with a heavy thud, the force enough to send Scar-Cheek stumbling forward, his balance momentarily broken.
Izanagi stepped back, his breathing ragged but steadier now. His arms no longer trembled as much, and his mind felt sharper, clearer. The adrenaline coursing through his veins pushed away the gnawing fear, letting his body remember the endless hours of sparring and discipline with Kihone and Koroto. His feet adjusted automatically into a better stance, the sword ready again in his grip. For the first time that night, Izanagi didn’t feel like a victim. He wasn’t just surviving—he was fighting back.
He fixed his gaze on Scar-Cheek, now regaining his footing. The bandit’s back straightened, his shoulders rolling as he turned to face Izanagi once more. Izanagi’s chest rose and fell heavily, but his spirit held firm. “You won’t beat me,” he said through clenched teeth, his voice stronger now. The fear hadn’t left him, but something deeper, something fiercer had taken root—a stubborn defiance, the spark of the ninja he aspired to become.
▰ Crashing Wave | Rank D | Simple The user steps hard with their front leg, shoving the flat of the blade into the enemies midsection or defending weapon while placing their back hand onto the blade, adding power to the shove. This technique shoves an enemy five feet per rank of the technique away from the user. ▰ Whorl | Rank D | Simple The user performing several somersaults as they travel through the air, gaining a [1] point increase in speed or agility per rank of the technique. This can be used defensively to evade an attack or directly after a kicking technique. If used after a kicking technique, the user gains a [1] point speed increase to their next kicking attack if used directly after this technique. Alternatively, this technique can be used to relive damage from techniques that cause knock back or send the user flying to the ground by using the technique at the rank of the technique it is defending against. ▰ Technique Name | Rank Description goes here.
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Combat Modifiers & PA's ▰ Singularity | Jūryokuton users have an inherent gravitational pull towards themselves. Because of this, they are able to utilize close range Taijutsu and Bukijutsu with greater effects, reducing the opponents Agility by half once every [3] posts when using an appropriate Taijutsu or Bukijutsu. Additionally, Jūryokuton are able to cast their Gravity techniques with somatic gestures. Once per [5] posts, gravity chakra can be applied to a complex Taijutsu and Bukijutsu technique which causes the technique to count as spiritual in collisions but loses the stat buff. Using this PA itself never consumes a combat action. ▰ Piercing Accuracy | The clansman is more proficient than his fellow clan members at striking tenketsu. One's gentle fist application allows them to reduce 1.5 times the amount of chakra spent in a juken strike instead of 1.25. For example, if one spends 80 chakra on a gentle fist technique, the attack robs the target of 120 instead of the 100 normal clansmen would reduce. ▰ Purest Lineage | The clansman's thoroughbred lineage allows them access to the Byakugan without the use of a hand seal, chakra cost, or activation. In addition, should they unlock the Tenseigan, they may have 50% less reserves to maintain it than other clan members and may also activate the Tenseigan without the use of a hand seal, chakra cost, or activation. ▰ Signature Style: Infinite One Sword Style
Discipline & Cross Class Abilities ▰ Bukijutsu: Expert [ Katana ] | The user has achieved a sense of mastery and focus unlike others and are known as an Expert, a dedicated focus over a weapon they use to near perfection. The shinobi can pick a single weapon, or two if dual wielding, to apply this focus toward with examples such as Katana, Spear, Bows or even Dual Daggers. They acquire a Keystone technique that is unique to them with an additional 2 Custom Techniques derived of this special ability. Refer to the Keystone Guideline for more information. They gain a [+1] boost to both speed and agility & techniques cost [5] less Chakra and/or Stamina per rank of the technique when wielding attacks with their specialized weapon in attack or defense. With a minimum of 5 chakra or stamina paid.
▰ Bloodline: Dual Ancestry | Dual Ancestry allows you to have full access to two bloodlines upon creation including all techniques, abilities, and personal attributes associated with them. For biographical purposes, your secondary bloodline may be genetic or implanted at your discretion. This discipline gives you [4] bloodline PAs to be used only for the bloodline attributes of your dual bloodlines on top of the [2] personal attributes you receive at base for a total of [6]. If two elemental bloodlines are chosen then the primary bloodline's elemental affinities become your base elements and you gain full access to those elements while your secondary bloodline gives you locked elemental affinities that you cannot learn ninjutsu techniques from but you gain full access to the secondary bloodline. Locked elemental affinities can be unlocked through methods such as ninjutsu class or personal attributes. Elemental affinity personal attributes are automatically allotted to locked affinities. Jiongu users do not have access to Dual Ancestry nor can they be chosen as a secondary bloodline. Dual Ancestry users do not have access to the implant system including the Genetic Palette personal attribute. If you use multiple techniques from both of your bloodlines in the same post without Korabo then those techniques are increased in effectiveness by one rank. This discipline cannot be taken with the Elemental Mastery discipline from Ninjutsu Class. ▰ Bloodline - Bukijutsu Cross Class | Bloodline abilities that effect stats are increased by [1] per rank of the technique. In addition, the user is able to combine a bloodline technique and a bukijutsu technique together for a single action, paying the resource cost of both every three posts.
Title: Group Training! Paragraphs Counted: 2 Rank: E Reputation: Neutral Impact: Global Information: Train and hone your skills with other Academy Student Level characters! **Name of Mission - [ Rank | 1/1 Posts ]
The air hung heavy with dust, swirling in the aftermath of Reika’s assault, as she crouched low, her palm pressed against the warm, fractured earth for balance. The ruins of the battlefield sprawled around her, cloaked in a suffocating haze of grit and shadow. Every breath scraped her lungs, and her narrowed eyes stung from the lingering debris, but she pressed on. The groans of settling stone and faint hisses of shifting sand were the only sounds to pierce the oppressive silence. Somewhere in this devastation lay the young warriors who had stood against the bandits with courage far beyond their years. Reika’s chest tightened at the thought of them, but she couldn’t afford to linger on what had already passed. For now, the fighting had stopped, and that was the only solace she allowed herself.
She moved cautiously through the wreckage, her steps measured and deliberate, each movement a careful negotiation with the precarious landscape. The shadows offered concealment, but they also hid danger—threats she couldn’t yet see. Her body moved on instinct, honed by years of training, but her mind was heavy with reflection. She hadn’t meant for the children to die, but the level of destruction she unleashed had been necessary to break the bandits' hold on this land. Was it the right call? Her resolve told her it was. But her heart? That would take longer to convince.
At last, Reika reached the peak of a crumbling mound of rubble, a vantage point where the broken remains of Sunagakure sprawled before her like the jagged teeth of some long-dead beast. The ruins were haunting in their desolation. Shattered towers jutted toward the sky, their skeletal forms casting jagged shadows over the barren desert. Fractured walls and collapsed streets whispered of a once-vibrant life that had long since been swallowed by time and tragedy. Her gaze lingered on the horizon, where the struggling villages dotted the landscape like distant scars, their resilience a sharp contrast to the broken grandeur surrounding her.
This is what I fight for, she thought, clenching her fists. Not the ruins, not the ghosts of what was, but the people who live on in their shadow.
Her breath hitched as her thoughts returned to the children—those brave souls who had fought to defend their home with nothing but their defiance and will. They had been swept away by the storm she had unleashed, their lives another casualty in a land that already knew too much loss. Reika could still feel the weight of their presence in her mind, each imagined face seared into her memory. They hadn’t deserved to die, but the alternative would have been worse. The bandits would have taken everything from them—just as they had taken everything from her clan. Still, their bravery demanded acknowledgment. I will carry them with me, she vowed silently. What they wanted and believed in won't die here... I promise.
Drawing a deep breath, Reika began her work. Her hands moved with fluid precision, forming a series of seals as she poured her chakra into the earth. The ground trembled beneath her, cracks spreading outward as walls of stone erupted from the desert floor. Each section rose jagged and unyielding, stretching higher and longer until they formed a crude but formidable barrier against the unrelenting desert winds. The walls extended in a vast line, shielding the immediate area like a protective arm, their sharp edges glinting under the moonlight.
Her focus then shifted, and with a series of different and deliberate handseals, she drew water from the depths of the arid soil. The earth shuddered as torrents of water burst forth, cascading across the sands in shimmering streams. The liquid soaked into the parched ground, darkening the golden expanse into a fertile, dampened area. Reika repeated the process twice more, each effort leaving her breath ragged and her limbs trembling. The stark transformation from lifeless desert to enriched soil felt almost surreal.
With the lower portion of her energy reserves, she channeled her clan’s unique chakra through the revitalized land. Green shoots pierced the surface, unfurling into vibrant patches of fruits and vegetables that dotted down the mounds of sand beyond the base of the wall. Each plant was modest but thriving, a small promise of what could be. Reika stepped back, her chest heaving as she surveyed her work.
The changes were humble, yet to her, they felt monumental. The jagged walls stood as a defiant statement against the desert’s unforgiving nature, shielding the land within from the harsh winds. The dampened soil glistened with the promise of life, and the patches of crops, though small, brought a splash of green to the desolate sands. It’s not enough, she thought, her heart heavy with the scale of what still needed to be done. But it’s a start.
Finally, her body betrayed her resolve. Reika’s legs wavered, and she sank onto the mound of sand and rubble, the tension in her limbs melting into the cool moonlit ground. The ache in her body was a small price to pay for this first step. She allowed herself a rare moment of stillness, her gaze fixed on the faint outlines of the life she had summoned. The children’s faces hovered in her mind, a reminder of the cost, but also of the purpose behind it all. She would do this for them, for the villages on the horizon, and for the future she dared to imagine.
Her fingers grazed the grains of sand as a whisper of determination rose within her. This land will not remain broken. No matter what it takes, I will find a way.
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360 chakra used • Ram Head x10 at C-Rank • Waterfall Basin (learned) x3 at C-Rank • Wood Manipulation (learned) x10 at D-Rank
Kihone carefully but hurriedly finished skulking around into flanking position as the daring clashing between Izanagi and Scar-cheek ensued. He knew that Izanagi sounded like he was willing to sacrifice his life to help the people of their home, and hoped that doing so would also protect Kihone in the process. However, Kihone also knew that it wouldn't be worth it if his brother didn't live to see what future his heroics was creating for everyone around him. As the man began to stand upright with undeterred malice, Kihone finished approaching from behind with the softest of steps in the moonlit sands. Then, another burst of writhing emerald green sparks consumed Kiho before fully transforming him into electricity again as he dropped his stealth mode jutsu in that moment. He came flying out of the darkness with naught more than a rolling crackling noise before he attempted to collide his raiton-charged form through Scar-cheeks back. "Yeah! Villains can't defeat heroes!" If it connect, he'd receive another small burn and all connecting musculature would seize up as he'd find himself temporarily paralyzed... again.
Kihone would then appear in between the Scar-cheek and Izanagi, closer in proximity to the former. He was ducked low against the sand with Scar-cheek's jagged sword poised in his deflecting stance as he changed the chakra he was exerting back into a magnetic force. This time, Kiho focused on all the metal tools and weapons he could get to be affected around him. The kunai in Scar-cheek's hand, and any other metallic threats on his person would literally disintegrate into metal grains wherever they were held or stowed on his person. Right afterward, Kihone would dive to slip through Scar-cheeks legs and get behind him again. As he dove through, he spared no effort in raking the jagged edge of the sword along the inside of the bandit ninja's right calf. He tumbled over into a roll that would almost neatly get him back to his feet and he spun around again but this time to swing the blade through the back of the man's legs- close to his ankles. Kihone's kiai resonated through the darkness and silence of the night, "OHRYAAAAAHH!" This cut would not only possibly threaten the tendon that gave him the ability to stand upright at all, but the force from the strike was so concentrated that it would launch his feet out from under him and hopefully also drop the guy onto his back again. 'I'll stop you from being able to chase and hurt anyone!' He thought with determination as he took to such "dishonorable" tactics to disarm and immobilize their assailant. Kihone would fall back into a deflecting stance after his paired flurry of strikes against the briefly stunned warrior. He may have been more experienced, stronger than them, and all that stuff... but he definitely lacked the power that manifested from the desperation to survive against even these odds.
Meanwhile, there were other things happening in the distance- back where Kiho and Nagi had originally stumbled on this group of bandits. The ground rumbled to make way for more stone walls, fires subsided, and a botanical miracle took root under the desert moon's gentle glow. If they survived, maybe there would be time to actually notice what was going on over there.
_______________ ≎Out Of Context≎ ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ **ABILITY USED - Deconstruction | While the Magnetic Manipulation technique is active, basic metal items like kunai and shuriken from an enemy can be broken down into iron sand for an E-Rank amount of chakra. Armor, shields, weapons, and puppets can be broken down into iron sand for an equivalent amount of chakra. For example, an S-Rank amount of chakra for heavy armor, A-Rank for a large shield, S-Rank for a legendary weapon, S+ Rank for a tier four puppet, etc. Deconstruction requires an offensive action. However, the opponent may expend the same amount of chakra and a defensive action to protect the metal item against the deconstruction. In addition, after the battle is over the enemy may expend the same amount of chakra to restore their custom item.
**LEARNED/USED - Crashing Wave [ X-Rank | Simple | Bukijutsu (Tetsunami Ryu) ] The user steps hard with their front leg, shoving the flat of the blade into the enemies midsection or defending weapon while placing their back hand onto the blade, adding power to the shove. This technique shoves an enemy five feet per rank of the technique away from the user.
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Kondo Kaicho
Kazuma of the Wind
Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2024 11:12 am
Scar-Cheek steadied his breath, ignoring the lingering ache where Izanagi’s flat-bladed strike had rattled his spine. The boy’s bold words, his shaky but determined posture—all of it irritated him to no end. He could sense the shift in Izanagi’s demeanor, that raw courage rising through fear like a stubborn weed. There was no gleeful mocking this time. With each second, these children forced him further away from the ease of a quick kill and into a real fight. He tightened his grip on his kunai, ready to carve the defiance out of Izanagi if that’s what it took.
But before Scar-Cheek could advance, he caught a subtle flicker of movement from behind, the sand whispering under light footsteps. His eyes narrowed. The other boy—Kihone—had circled around, and the sudden crackle of charged air made Scar-Cheek’s hair stand on end. He recognized that transformation of lightning chakra too late to prevent it. This brat was back with more cunning than he’d given credit for. Fine. If they wanted to fight like cornered animals, he would treat them as such.
In the instant Kihone lunged, his body flickering into a mass of emerald sparks, Scar-Cheek’s free hand whipped through a quick string of seals. He chose his moment precisely. As Kihone’s lightning form hurtled toward him from behind, aiming for another paralyzing hit, Scar-Cheek exhaled slowly and vanished in a burst of chakra. The substitution technique left only a chunk of broken stone in his place. Kihone’s attack crashed into that hunk of debris, sending shards and dust pluming into the air. The bursting sparks illuminated nothing but empty space where the bandit had once stood. Reappearing above Kihone in a swift, silent reentry, Scar-Cheek descended with predatory grace. The boy’s body flickered back from its lightning form to solid flesh, vulnerable in that moment of transition. Scar-Cheek angled his body downward, flipping midair to bring his heel down hard. The impact of his kick drove Kihone into the sand with a force that blasted a small crater around him. A muffled grunt escaped the child—if he tried his magnetic trickery now, he’d find himself pressed into grainy earth, lungs struggling for breath.
Scar-Cheek landed lightly, crouching beside the newly formed pit. He had no intention of letting these children tear him apart piece by piece. Suddenly, the shuriken in his hand felt like it had disintegrated. His eyes widned as he saw it dwindling to sand. Instinctively, he would look to his Kunai which seemed to be starting the same degrading process. With a desperate attempt to slow the loss of his weapon, he imbued it with chakra. The attempt seemed to at least stop it from further decay, but now the Kunai was ragged and unlikely to make the duration of the battle before breaking. Before Kihone could fully recover, the bandit stepped away, refocusing his attention on Izanagi, assuming the boy would be downed for the immediate future. Whatever advantage these two might have gained through teamwork and surprise would erode quickly now that Scar-Cheek was taking them seriously. He rolled his shoulders, ignoring the faint sting where sweat mingled with raw scrapes. Without waiting for either child to catch their breath, he advanced on Izanagi again, boots grinding into scattered rubble and bent scraps of wood. Kihone was still behind him, somewhere below, but with the boy stunned for a few precious moments, Scar-Cheek had the opening he needed.
The faint hiss of wind and the distant crackle of dying flames offered no comfort to either side. Scar-Cheek’s hand drifted to where his kunai had been—only to find his belt pouch lighter than it should be. The realization that something had happened to his metal tools flickered through his mind, sparking anger, but he pushed the distraction aside. Disarmed or not, he still had his hands, his skill, and the children’s lack of experience working in his favor. He would tear down their resolve with fists and feet if he had to.
He closed the distance in a few measured steps. Izanagi stood ready, sword in hand, fear simmering under resolve. Scar-Cheek’s muscles tensed, and he rushed forward with a series of quick strikes: a lunge to test Izanagi’s guard, a sidestep to force him off balance, and a sweeping kick at the boy’s weapon arm. He would push the child to the brink, force him to question his sudden courage. If Izanagi truly wanted to stand and fight, Scar-Cheek would show him that resolve meant little without strength to back it up. The bandit pressed onward, ignoring the gritty burn of sand in his eyes, determined to shatter the makeshift heroism these children clung to so desperately.
Technique(s) used: Substitution Technique [ Kawarimi no Jutsu ] | Rank E , Razor Wind Kick | Rank D | Simple, Simple Thrust | Rank D, Simple Kick | Rank D
His confidence in himself emboldened, the young Izanagi felt ready to fight the man. When he was at his best earlier, it was no contest, Izanagi would have lost. But as the bandit stood beaten and battered, a hole in his foot and some chakra spent alongside his damaged ego...Izanagi liked these odds more.
Without warning, Izanagi saw Kihone burst forward in his brilliant green light. Instead of a satisfying impact, the bandit vanished in a sudden burst of smoke though. Izanagi cursed under his breath, hand tightening around the sword’s hilt so hard it hurt. “No, no, no!” he hissed, eyes darting wildly. He spotted movement above, saw Scar-Cheek descending like a hawk on prey. “Kiho, look out!” he shouted, desperation staining each word. He hoped his words helped Kihone, but it was all too likely that they didn't reach him in time. The impact of the kick would make Izanagi’s stomach lurch. For a heart-pounding instant, Izanagi wanted to rush forward, to place himself between Kihone and Scar-Cheek’s merciless strength. But he froze, pinned by the fear that one wrong move would see them both cut down.
As Scar-Cheek turned toward him, Izanagi swallowed hard and steadied his stance. He forced himself to meet the bandit’s gaze. “You…” he said, voice unsteady but trying to continue his farce of courage. He couldn’t let the terror swallow him, not now. Kihone needed him, and if he fell apart, their struggle would end here in the dust and debris. “H-hey!” he tried again, louder this time. “You hurt my brother! I—” He paused to inhale, searching for the defiance buried under layers of panic and doubt. “I won’t let you take this any further!” His voice cracked, but he didn’t look away, didn’t lower the sword. This was all he had left: the will to stand, to fight, even if he didn’t feel ready or strong enough.
Scar Cheek seemed to sneer at the words Izanagi protested with. This sneer was swiftly followed by a sudden movement forward. Izanagi's eyes fixed on the man as he readied himself for another attack. Luckily, the wounded foot of Scar-Cheek let him see the movement more clearly as it lagged behind it's full speed. '...he's gonna thrust!'Izanagi thought as he readied himself. With the blade in both hands, he shot the blade to his right and stepped to his left to allow the thrust to pass along the blade glance to the right with sparking steel illuminating the scene once more. The force of the impact though was enough to knock Izanagi off balance. As he stumbled, the man pivoted and would throw his left leg across his body to strike Izanagi's right arm. The impact would cause the limb to crumple and give, forcing the boy to drop the sword he'd been wielding so tightly and send him skidding backward.
The force of the kick had felt like he'd been hit with a house. Izanagi's breathing was broken and the previously injured child felt those wounds more vividly with each heartbeat's pulsing. He tumbled head over heel straight backwards before his hands dug deeply into the sand and steadied his forced retreat. Izanagi felt such a great pain that he could barely keep his eyes open but he still couldn't see Kihone, they still weren't safe. His first step dug deep into the grains of cold sand, then the next until he'd moved to a full force sprint. Jumping heavily, he grabbed the jagged ruins that seperated him from Scar-Cheek. He propelled himself from the ruin with the force of his jump and by accelerating from the impact against the stone. Now in an imprompt flying jump, Izanagi dove and grabbed the sword he'd been forced to abandon, sliding as though he'd just hit homebase before climbing to his feet once more. "Got it." he said, putting himself between the crater where Kihone would have landed and Scar Cheek. " I can do this all night!" he roared in defiance, but he'd already noticed he didn't have the strength to raise the sword high any longer as it's tip rested on the ground at his feet.
_______________ ☼Out Of Context ☼ ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ Mach Flight Learned!
▰ Deflecting Stance| Rank E | Simple The user stands in a front stance, their weapon in one hand by their hip, tip pointing at the center of the enemy's chest. The user's knees are slightly bent while they stay light on their toes, making movement faster and dodging easier. Techniques executed from this stance confer a [1] point increase to agility per rank of the technique. If a technique is executed from this stance and the user returns to this stance, they are not required to pay for it again until a new stance is taken.
▰ Mach Flight | Rank E | Simple The user leaps over any obstacle or wall roughly the height of the user or lower by using their hands to grip and propel themselves forward with incredible force. When colliding with a target, the user's speed is mirrored into their strength. Upon impact, the target is thrown five feet per rank of this technique.
▰ Technique Name | Rank
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Combat Modifiers & PA's ▰ Singularity | Jūryokuton users have an inherent gravitational pull towards themselves. Because of this, they are able to utilize close range Taijutsu and Bukijutsu with greater effects, reducing the opponents Agility by half once every [3] posts when using an appropriate Taijutsu or Bukijutsu. Additionally, Jūryokuton are able to cast their Gravity techniques with somatic gestures. Once per [5] posts, gravity chakra can be applied to a complex Taijutsu and Bukijutsu technique which causes the technique to count as spiritual in collisions but loses the stat buff. Using this PA itself never consumes a combat action. ▰ Piercing Accuracy | The clansman is more proficient than his fellow clan members at striking tenketsu. One's gentle fist application allows them to reduce 1.5 times the amount of chakra spent in a juken strike instead of 1.25. For example, if one spends 80 chakra on a gentle fist technique, the attack robs the target of 120 instead of the 100 normal clansmen would reduce. ▰ Purest Lineage | The clansman's thoroughbred lineage allows them access to the Byakugan without the use of a hand seal, chakra cost, or activation. In addition, should they unlock the Tenseigan, they may have 50% less reserves to maintain it than other clan members and may also activate the Tenseigan without the use of a hand seal, chakra cost, or activation. ▰ Signature Style: Infinite One Sword Style
Discipline & Cross Class Abilities ▰ Bukijutsu: Expert [ Katana ] | The user has achieved a sense of mastery and focus unlike others and are known as an Expert, a dedicated focus over a weapon they use to near perfection. The shinobi can pick a single weapon, or two if dual wielding, to apply this focus toward with examples such as Katana, Spear, Bows or even Dual Daggers. They acquire a Keystone technique that is unique to them with an additional 2 Custom Techniques derived of this special ability. Refer to the Keystone Guideline for more information. They gain a [+1] boost to both speed and agility & techniques cost [5] less Chakra and/or Stamina per rank of the technique when wielding attacks with their specialized weapon in attack or defense. With a minimum of 5 chakra or stamina paid.
▰ Bloodline: Dual Ancestry | Dual Ancestry allows you to have full access to two bloodlines upon creation including all techniques, abilities, and personal attributes associated with them. For biographical purposes, your secondary bloodline may be genetic or implanted at your discretion. This discipline gives you [4] bloodline PAs to be used only for the bloodline attributes of your dual bloodlines on top of the [2] personal attributes you receive at base for a total of [6]. If two elemental bloodlines are chosen then the primary bloodline's elemental affinities become your base elements and you gain full access to those elements while your secondary bloodline gives you locked elemental affinities that you cannot learn ninjutsu techniques from but you gain full access to the secondary bloodline. Locked elemental affinities can be unlocked through methods such as ninjutsu class or personal attributes. Elemental affinity personal attributes are automatically allotted to locked affinities. Jiongu users do not have access to Dual Ancestry nor can they be chosen as a secondary bloodline. Dual Ancestry users do not have access to the implant system including the Genetic Palette personal attribute. If you use multiple techniques from both of your bloodlines in the same post without Korabo then those techniques are increased in effectiveness by one rank. This discipline cannot be taken with the Elemental Mastery discipline from Ninjutsu Class. ▰ Bloodline - Bukijutsu Cross Class | Bloodline abilities that effect stats are increased by [1] per rank of the technique. In addition, the user is able to combine a bloodline technique and a bukijutsu technique together for a single action, paying the resource cost of both every three posts.
Title: Group Training! Paragraphs Counted: 2 Rank: E Reputation: Neutral Impact: Global Information: Train and hone your skills with other Academy Student Level characters! **Name of Mission - [ Rank | 1/1 Posts ]
'Got him!' Kihone exclaimed in his thoughts for a split moment before the electrified body of Scar-cheek burst into a puff of smoke that revealed a sparking slab of rubble in his place. "Oh." His eyes went wide with a split moment of frantic searching, only just now remembering that the substitution technique was a basic and essential skill for surviving as a shinobi. He had barely managed to resume his Deflecting Stance as he became corporeal again before a powerful kick came flying down through the smoke. His clear teal eyes reflected the moonlight painting Scar-cheek as a silhouette, and they briefly locked with the cruel man's hateful gaze. That was just a couple heartbeats before Kihone imagined angling the jagged sword over his head for a painful deflection of his kick leading into him attempting to just narrowly pivot on his back leg while bringing himself low to the ground to avoid the rest of the attack. This image would only finish playing out in the child's head as he was actually knocked silly into the dirt, left in a small crater with several newly broken bones, but his hand tensely clenching the sword he'd stolen from his opponent a little while ago.
He was breathing, and barely conscious to boot, but everything in his body hurt worse than ten-round marathon of being beaten over and over by Koroto until he learned how to start anticipating attacks to better defend himself. "Koro-nii... san." He gasped helplessly while replaying that memory. He could hear Izanagi still standing up to the bad guy and struggled to sit upright again. As he extended his neck as best he could to peek over the ridge of the crater, he quickly took in the sight of his little brother in all of his brave bluster and felt immediately reinvigorated to get back to his own feet. Sort of. 'I have to find a different way to land another surprise attack. Maybe that one we were shown for the Dune Porpoise game could work?' Kihone softly fell onto his back again and took in a deep breath as he started gathering a bit of that chakra that helped him control metal stuff. As the earth chakra flowed through his body, Kihone would sink several feet into the sand like it were water before controlling it to carry him through the ground until he was right under Scar-cheek. Kihone ejected himself out of the sand from just behind, swinging the blade low along the ground to execute a Crashing Wave strike that would either flip him over onto his back with a sharp leg sweep, or maybe it could force him to jumping into the air long enough for them to finally put an end to this. Either way, Kihone strongly hoped this strategy worked out or they were really going to have to switch back to running for their lives and hope that their mysterious savior was still nearby.
_______________ ≎Out Of Context≎ ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ **LEARNED - Earth Military Movement Technique [ E-Rank | Spiritual | Ninjutsu (Doton) ] The user sinks into the earth and is able to move up to ten foot distances while underground. This technique requires an upkeep cost of five chakra per post to continue this movement under the earth.
Scar-Cheek’s lungs burned and every ragged breath reminded him of how far this night had strayed from his expectations. These are just children, he told himself, fury sparking behind his eyes. I should have finished them off long ago. Yet there he stood, foot bleeding, nerves rattled, pride battered by two filthy orphans who refused to break. He hated them for making him feel mortal. Pain radiated up his calf where one of them had nicked him before, and the dull throb in his spine still echoed from the other’s desperate strike with the flat of a blade. They had cost him more than he ever imagined possible—and that would not go unpunished.
A sudden shift in the sand behind him jolted his attention back to the moment. He caught a glimpse of Kihone’s young form rising from beneath the surface, the boy’s blade scraping low in a vicious attempt to cripple him. Scar-Cheek’s heart hammered as he realized the strike aimed at his wounded leg, threatening to slice into tendon and bone. Not this time. he swore silently, refusing to lose more blood to these brats. Instead of relying on a jutsu, he tensed his uninjured leg and sprang upward. The sand gave way beneath his toes as he vaulted high, air rushing past his ears. He could almost taste the child’s disappointment as the slash hissed uselessly through empty space. You think you can corner me, runt? he thought bitterly, peering down at Kihone mid-leap, You’ll regret that arrogance. He smirked grimly, savoring the idea of snuffing out their hope, until a chilling realization hit him: he was mid-air, and momentarily off-balance.
Suspended above the battlefield with no footing to stabilize himself, Scar-Cheek’s thoughts raced. Damn it, he cursed internally, aware that this was a lethal mistake. Without solid ground, without the security of a defensive jutsu prepared, he hung like a ripe target. He twisted his torso, trying to orient himself and spot threats. Dust swirled below in moonlit patterns, the glow of distant embers still painting the night. Kihone was beneath him, and Izanagi somewhere beyond. For that heartbeat in the air, Scar-Cheek’s confidence wavered. He had evaded one strike, only to find himself exposed. If either child seized this moment—if either dared launch another attack while he was helplessly suspended—he would be forced to pay dearly for that arrogance.
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Izanagi’s heart felt as though it might punch through his ribcage as he watched Kihone sink beneath the sand. He saw the trajectory that Kiho would travel, knowing he was trying to surprise the man once more. Determined not to waste the opportunity, Izanagi forced his injured body forward. He began to run, his sandals scattering fine grains of sand that glinted under the moonlight, each step sending a dull ache through the bruises and cuts across his limbs. The once-proud ruins of Sunagakure spread out around him: fractured walls leaning precariously, broken beams jutting from crumbling foundations, and half-buried tiles poking unevenly through the soft desert floor. Each heave of his lungs drew in air still tinged with dust and the fading heat of earlier flames, while distant embers cast a faint orange glow on shattered masonry. As he ran, he took notice of his brother’s blade scything upward, mere inches from the bandit’s wounded leg, forcing Scar-Cheek into a frantic leap. This was the window they needed, he hung defenseless in midair.
He pushed through the stinging pain and clutched the sword’s hilt with both hands, refusing to let the injuries slow him down. His eyes darted to a particular cluster of rubble a short distance away, where a cracked slab of sandstone and half a collapsed arch might serve as a makeshift ramp. He needed height! If Kihone was attacking from below, then Izanagi could strike from above, like two jaws of a trap closing in on a predator.“Kiho!” he shouted over the quiet sounds of shifting debris and their own strained breathing. “Hit him again!” His voice rattled in his throat, not a confident roar but a plea infused with raw determination. He sprinted toward the debris he identified moments ago. The fragment itself looked as if it had once been part of a courtyard wall, now leaning at a precarious angle, partially supported by a mound of windblown sand and the remnants of a wooden beam. Izanagi drove his foot onto it, feeling the surface yield slightly beneath his weight, and then heaved himself upward despite the creaks and groans of the aged building ruin.
Every muscle screamed in protest as he ascended. He scrambled up with frantic motions, palms scraping against rough stone that left shallow cuts, the grit biting into his skin. He ignored it. He could see Scar-Cheek suspended above them. He was rattled, off-balance, and unable to dodge with the ease he’d shown before. Izanagi’s breath came in ragged pulls as he hauled himself onto a higher ledge where splintered wood and rubble formed a crude platform. The moonlight revealed a world of angled silhouettes and jagged lines: half-standing pillars, beams snapped like dry twigs, and arches that no longer resembled the proud architecture that once adorned Sunagakure. He poised himself on the ledge of those ruins that had elevated him over Scar-Cheek and summoned all his strength for his next movement. 'Just one hit!' He thought to himself.
Then, he jumped, propelling himself forward with all his tiny might. As he soared into the cool desert air, Izanagi focused on Scar-Cheek’s form. The bandit’s limbs flailed slightly for balance, his eyes likely searching for a way to twist his body and counter. The boy’s arms tensed, and his wounded shoulder shrieked with pain, but he refused to yield. He channeled every drop of adrenaline and willpower into a single attack, drawing the blade to his side and sending it out in an arcing motion as he decended to become nearly paralell with the man. The blade sliced through the dusty night air, its surface catching faint moonlight for the briefest second before it slammed into Scar-Cheek with a dull, resonant thud. The impact would carry the force of Izanagi’s entire body weight and forward accelerating momentum, transferring raw kinetic energy into the bandit’s torso, hopefully blasting him away and sending him off-course. As Izanagi felt the weight of the blade sinking into the man he gritted his teeth. "K-Kiho!" He'd hit him with everything he had and the man's weight alone seemed to be enough to resist the slash Izanagi had tried to execute.
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▰Crashing Wave | Rank E | Simple The user steps hard with their front leg, shoving the flat of the blade into the enemies midsection or defending weapon while placing their back hand onto the blade, adding power to the shove. This technique shoves an enemy five feet per rank of the technique away from the user. ▰ Technique Name | Rank
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Combat Modifiers & PA's ▰ Singularity | Jūryokuton users have an inherent gravitational pull towards themselves. Because of this, they are able to utilize close range Taijutsu and Bukijutsu with greater effects, reducing the opponents Agility by half once every [3] posts when using an appropriate Taijutsu or Bukijutsu. Additionally, Jūryokuton are able to cast their Gravity techniques with somatic gestures. Once per [5] posts, gravity chakra can be applied to a complex Taijutsu and Bukijutsu technique which causes the technique to count as spiritual in collisions but loses the stat buff. Using this PA itself never consumes a combat action. ▰ Piercing Accuracy | The clansman is more proficient than his fellow clan members at striking tenketsu. One's gentle fist application allows them to reduce 1.5 times the amount of chakra spent in a juken strike instead of 1.25. For example, if one spends 80 chakra on a gentle fist technique, the attack robs the target of 120 instead of the 100 normal clansmen would reduce. ▰ Purest Lineage | The clansman's thoroughbred lineage allows them access to the Byakugan without the use of a hand seal, chakra cost, or activation. In addition, should they unlock the Tenseigan, they may have 50% less reserves to maintain it than other clan members and may also activate the Tenseigan without the use of a hand seal, chakra cost, or activation. ▰ Signature Style: Infinite One Sword Style
Discipline & Cross Class Abilities ▰ Bukijutsu: Expert [ Katana ] | The user has achieved a sense of mastery and focus unlike others and are known as an Expert, a dedicated focus over a weapon they use to near perfection. The shinobi can pick a single weapon, or two if dual wielding, to apply this focus toward with examples such as Katana, Spear, Bows or even Dual Daggers. They acquire a Keystone technique that is unique to them with an additional 2 Custom Techniques derived of this special ability. Refer to the Keystone Guideline for more information. They gain a [+1] boost to both speed and agility & techniques cost [5] less Chakra and/or Stamina per rank of the technique when wielding attacks with their specialized weapon in attack or defense. With a minimum of 5 chakra or stamina paid.
▰ Bloodline: Dual Ancestry | Dual Ancestry allows you to have full access to two bloodlines upon creation including all techniques, abilities, and personal attributes associated with them. For biographical purposes, your secondary bloodline may be genetic or implanted at your discretion. This discipline gives you [4] bloodline PAs to be used only for the bloodline attributes of your dual bloodlines on top of the [2] personal attributes you receive at base for a total of [6]. If two elemental bloodlines are chosen then the primary bloodline's elemental affinities become your base elements and you gain full access to those elements while your secondary bloodline gives you locked elemental affinities that you cannot learn ninjutsu techniques from but you gain full access to the secondary bloodline. Locked elemental affinities can be unlocked through methods such as ninjutsu class or personal attributes. Elemental affinity personal attributes are automatically allotted to locked affinities. Jiongu users do not have access to Dual Ancestry nor can they be chosen as a secondary bloodline. Dual Ancestry users do not have access to the implant system including the Genetic Palette personal attribute. If you use multiple techniques from both of your bloodlines in the same post without Korabo then those techniques are increased in effectiveness by one rank. This discipline cannot be taken with the Elemental Mastery discipline from Ninjutsu Class. ▰ Bloodline - Bukijutsu Cross Class | Bloodline abilities that effect stats are increased by [1] per rank of the technique. In addition, the user is able to combine a bloodline technique and a bukijutsu technique together for a single action, paying the resource cost of both every three posts.
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It worked! Kihone internally exclaimed this time as he watched the man leap into the air to avoid being struck by his own sword... again. Kihone tried not to put too much hope in it this time, anticipating another counter or something, but instead he was vindicated by his brother shouting for him to press on. "Okay!" Kihone finished surfacing from the sand while responding. As Izanagi went for a place apparently attack from up high, Kiho began charging up more of his raiton chakra to use the only two techniques he figured out how to use tonight. The strain of using so much chakra back to back was very new to him, and he was starting to feel sluggish as a result. However, he refused to waste the opportunity he created for them either, for doing so would surely give Scar-cheek another chance to actually end their lives.
His body was wreathed in emerald green sparks before his body followed suit as it became incorporeal. Kihone's determined gaze never let their enemy out of his sight as he surged off of the sand, leaving a slightly glassy surface behind, and closed the gap between he and Scar-cheek while he was still scrambling to recover in midair. He would impact right into the side of the man's body as Izanagi would be bringing his sword down to strike from above. The result would be another terrible moment of bodily paralysis as he suffered the rest of the kids' counterattack. As Kihone returned to his physical form he twisted his body unleashed the last bit of Raiton chakra he again prepared. A blinding flash would vex the man as Kio brought Scar-cheek's jagged blade around for a two-handed Crashing Wave that would catch him between Izanagi's attack at the same time. The paired pincering strikes would then send the stunned, blinded man careening into a pile of debris and rubble as the boys landed roughly in the small dunes below.
As much as Kihone knew that Izanagi would want to gloat or see how this panned out now that they'd gotten the upperhand, he wasn't going to entertain the chance that it still wasn't enough to finish the bad guy. "Nagi! Great job, but we gotta to go. NOW!" Kiho just grabbed his little brother by his free hand and began running for cover in the opposite direction they launched Scar-cheek. "Stealth mode again, kay?" He whispered as they slipped into the shadows cast by the falling moonlight. They had to keep moving and get back to Sorai as soon as they could. With all the confusion, Kihone had definitely become disoriented and wasn't finding any of his markers to signal the right way back. Now, he was hoping the bad ninja didn't find those same markers- assuming they didn't already know exactly where the village was anyway. 'Koro-nii always said it was dangerous outside of the village, but I wasn't expecting it to be this bad!' As his mind raced and he led his brother around as stealthily as they could manage, the sun was beginning to dawn on the desert valley.
Kihone peaked around a building's corner to check if it were clear to go out and as he did, he laid eyes upon a large stone fence? No, it was definitely a wall, the sand at its base was unusually refined and it seemed like it might even be... damp? Weird. There hadn't been rain in the valley for weeks. "What the...? This stuff doesn't look like the old ruins at all. Keep your guard up, Nagi." He finished his observations of the wall and began leading them around it to see what might be on the inside. Maybe they'd actually found the bad guys' base on accident? On the other hand, maybe they'd finally be lucky enough to find a friend or at least a sympathetic ear.
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Kondo Kaicho
Kazuma of the Wind
Posted: Sat Dec 21, 2024 3:49 pm
Izanagi felt the bone-rattling impact resonate through his arms the moment his sword connected with Scar-Cheek, sending the bandit crashing away in a swirl of dust and debris. For a heartbeat, he hung in midair, eyes wide with surprise at his own success—and then gravity seized him. He dropped the remaining distance onto the fractured stone below, landing unsteadily on one knee. The jarring force shot pain through his bruised shoulder, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself upright, refusing to collapse. His lungs ached, but the rush of adrenaline kept him moving. We actually did it? he marveled inwardly. 'That was... us?'The instant he steadied himself, his gaze shot toward Kihone’s side of the battlefield. In that brief flash, he witnessed his brother’s body still crackling with jade-green sparks, colliding into Scar-Cheek midair. “Kiho!”Izanagi breathed, awed by his older brother’s fearlessness. The shape of Kihone’s lightning-laced form flared brilliantly, scarring the darkness with streaks of emerald energy. 'He’s so fast… he’s not even hesitating!'
“Kiho… that was…” Izanagi tried to speak, but his voice came out shaky. He couldn’t quite describe the mix of triumph and terror he felt in his chest. On one hand, they had genuinely overpowered Scar-Cheek, if only for a moment. On the other, the bandit was still out there somewhere beneath that cloud of dust. Another wave of fear and caution pricked at Izanagi’s thoughts, reminding him that they couldn’t savor this victory for long. He clutched the sword’s hilt with a trembling grip, ready to rush forward again if Scar-Cheek reappeared. But then Kihone’s urgent voice cut through the haze, snapping him out of it.
“Great job, but we gotta go. NOW!”Kihone’s hand clamped around Izanagi’s free wrist, tugging him away from the chaos in the direction of the nearest shadowed alley. Izanagi almost protested, the adrenaline still urging him to check if Scar-Cheek had truly been subdued. Yet the logic of Kihone’s warning was undeniable. He might not be finished; we have no idea if that final hit put him down for good. The memory of Scar-Cheek’s earlier resilience coupled with his cunning counters, the way he’d ignored wounds that would’ve crippled lesser foes. It made Izanagi’s blood run cold. A ragged breath caught in Izanagi’s throat, and he let his brother guide him. Together they ducked behind a slanted wall where the moonlight failed to reach. He pressed his back against the splintered stone, trying to conceal his presence as much as possible. “That was incredible. Y-you turned into lightning again, and you just...” He lifted a hand to wipe the sweat and dust from his face, his eyes wide with lingering disbelief. “when did you learn that!?” He shook his head, cutting off the thought. There was no time for praise or astonishment. They had to survive.
As the two approached the wall, Izanagi would stop when Kihone peaked around the corner. Kihone cautioned him about the unknown wall before them. Izanagi shook his head. " If it's them, we probably should turn the other way...right? Lets stay in the shadows."
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Combat Modifiers & PA's ▰ Singularity | Jūryokuton users have an inherent gravitational pull towards themselves. Because of this, they are able to utilize close range Taijutsu and Bukijutsu with greater effects, reducing the opponents Agility by half once every [3] posts when using an appropriate Taijutsu or Bukijutsu. Additionally, Jūryokuton are able to cast their Gravity techniques with somatic gestures. Once per [5] posts, gravity chakra can be applied to a complex Taijutsu and Bukijutsu technique which causes the technique to count as spiritual in collisions but loses the stat buff. Using this PA itself never consumes a combat action. ▰ Piercing Accuracy | The clansman is more proficient than his fellow clan members at striking tenketsu. One's gentle fist application allows them to reduce 1.5 times the amount of chakra spent in a juken strike instead of 1.25. For example, if one spends 80 chakra on a gentle fist technique, the attack robs the target of 120 instead of the 100 normal clansmen would reduce. ▰ Purest Lineage | The clansman's thoroughbred lineage allows them access to the Byakugan without the use of a hand seal, chakra cost, or activation. In addition, should they unlock the Tenseigan, they may have 50% less reserves to maintain it than other clan members and may also activate the Tenseigan without the use of a hand seal, chakra cost, or activation. ▰ Signature Style: Infinite One Sword Style
Discipline & Cross Class Abilities ▰ Bukijutsu: Expert [ Katana ] | The user has achieved a sense of mastery and focus unlike others and are known as an Expert, a dedicated focus over a weapon they use to near perfection. The shinobi can pick a single weapon, or two if dual wielding, to apply this focus toward with examples such as Katana, Spear, Bows or even Dual Daggers. They acquire a Keystone technique that is unique to them with an additional 2 Custom Techniques derived of this special ability. Refer to the Keystone Guideline for more information. They gain a [+1] boost to both speed and agility & techniques cost [5] less Chakra and/or Stamina per rank of the technique when wielding attacks with their specialized weapon in attack or defense. With a minimum of 5 chakra or stamina paid.
▰ Bloodline: Dual Ancestry | Dual Ancestry allows you to have full access to two bloodlines upon creation including all techniques, abilities, and personal attributes associated with them. For biographical purposes, your secondary bloodline may be genetic or implanted at your discretion. This discipline gives you [4] bloodline PAs to be used only for the bloodline attributes of your dual bloodlines on top of the [2] personal attributes you receive at base for a total of [6]. If two elemental bloodlines are chosen then the primary bloodline's elemental affinities become your base elements and you gain full access to those elements while your secondary bloodline gives you locked elemental affinities that you cannot learn ninjutsu techniques from but you gain full access to the secondary bloodline. Locked elemental affinities can be unlocked through methods such as ninjutsu class or personal attributes. Elemental affinity personal attributes are automatically allotted to locked affinities. Jiongu users do not have access to Dual Ancestry nor can they be chosen as a secondary bloodline. Dual Ancestry users do not have access to the implant system including the Genetic Palette personal attribute. If you use multiple techniques from both of your bloodlines in the same post without Korabo then those techniques are increased in effectiveness by one rank. This discipline cannot be taken with the Elemental Mastery discipline from Ninjutsu Class. ▰ Bloodline - Bukijutsu Cross Class | Bloodline abilities that effect stats are increased by [1] per rank of the technique. In addition, the user is able to combine a bloodline technique and a bukijutsu technique together for a single action, paying the resource cost of both every three posts.
Title: Group Training! Paragraphs Counted: 2 Rank: E Reputation: Neutral Impact: Global Information: Train and hone your skills with other Academy Student Level characters! **Name of Mission - [ Rank | 1/1 Posts ]
It would be an understatement to say that Kihone felt a wave of mental relief when his brother acquiesced to his pointed suggestion that they retreat. Every heartbeat experienced sprinting with his brother's wrist in his hand brought back another trauma that he had to fight back into the shadows of his mind as he tried to focus on his feet pulling them forward to anywhere that was safer than back there with Scar-cheek and his hyena-minded, wannabe ninja pals. Eventually, when Kiho felt that they had run far enough, he would unhand his brother and they could take a few moments to catch their breath in the shadows cast by the falling moon. The sky edges of the western sky were fading into azure gradients as they took cover in as much dark as they could make use of at the time.
Izanagi's panting praise would normally have made him want to turn his nose up and feel proud about what he did and how he did it. Now, it was just a blur as the adrenaline was starting to even out in his system. So many conscious and unconscious decisions went in tandem to getting them this far. "I... uhh... m-may have been practicing that chakra control stuff Koro-nii said was super important... by myself. It was hard to focus on it behh-because you always want to practice fighting, s-so it was easier to learn when you were... a-asleep." Still, Kihone was earnest and took some time to acknowledge how that might bother his brother, "I'm sorry for practicing without you, Nagi. I didn't mean to, Most of that stuff back there was just some basics that I'd started reading about. The lightning thing... I figured out on the spot. I'm kinda surprised too, but after doing it a few times now... I dunno. I feel like I can really become a shinobi, a-and so can you! I mean... with more practice on stuff that isn't just sword... things." He also felt like he'd finished catching his breath enough to keep moving again.
He nodded in agreement with his brother about staying in the shadows, "Stealth mode..." As they approached the large wall, fence thingy, Kihone whispered as softly as the wind to his brother, "We'll just quietly look around and listen a bit. If there's nothing around, we'll just keep heading home. If there's another bad guy, we run away for sure. But if there might be someone out here who can save our village- like the hero who saved us tonight, then we owe it to Sorai to ask for help. Even muscle-brain Hyako wouldn't stand a chance against Scar-cheek and his friends WHEN they showed up." Kihone was, once again, determined to protect his family and his home in any way he could. Those guys were definitely talking about raiding the village for any of the basic ninjutsu techs that might be around and about; at the very least, he knew the orphanage they lived in as their own cobbled family had been teaching them some ninja magic basics and that would probably make it a prime target for those vultures. They were going to raid the village, just like his had been a few years ago. Either he and Izanagi gathered information like ninja do, they ran away like ninja do, or they tried to get a ninja to help them. His head was buzzing with anxieties that he could only struggle to swat away as he skulked around the walls of this strangely intact area of the old ruins. Kihone was also trying his best to keep his battle-claimed sword from rattling or clanging against anything along the way, which only added to his own personal difficulty in their task. Things looked really, really bad if a miracle didn't happen today.
