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 Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 8:54 am
Illyria walked in, wearing a dark blue haltered shirt,with flared jeans and boots.She looked around and sighed
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 3:05 am
Illyria walked into the academy, where a dark red,tight fitting outfit,that consisted a shirt that had sleeves that flared half way down, and pants that flared half way down. She saw the list of jutsus should could learn,and decided to try henge no jutsu first. She took a deep breath.
"Ok deep breath,now clear my mind" She said and started to clear her mind of all floating thoughts" Good,now imagine what animal i want to transform into." She thought about it for a while" Hmm a bobcat,shouldn't be too hard" She said as she focused all her shakra on her body, took off her shoes, and imagined herself as a bobcat. When she did,she started to feel herself transform,but then the transformation stopped, and all that had transformed were her legs. She sighed as she reverted back" (1/3)
I wonder what did wrong?" She asked herself. "Maybe i didn't put enough shakra into the jutsu, ok let's try this again Henge no jutsu" She called out then her body started to transform again. First her legs grew longer and hair, and the nails on her toes grew talon like. The her abdomen grew longer,slimmer and hair as well. Then it stopped again " ok this time, i know what i did wrong my head needs to stay clear,until i have finished the jutsu.
She took a deep breath" ok let's try this again Henge no jutsu" She called out then her body started to transform again. First her legs grew longer and hair, and the nails on her toes grew talon like. The her abdomen grew longer,slimmer and hair as well. This time her upper body transformed as well. Her hair grew longer, everywhere both her lower and upper body stretched and grew slimmer.then she jumped on a table and looked in a mirror"wow this is what i call a henge no jutsu"She said as she slowly reverted back,and stretched.
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 3:49 pm
The wood floors moaned and creaked and Sairento walked through the halls of The Academy, or at least that's what he believed. It wasn't as though he could actually hear it. As always, he wore his over-sized headphones to disguise the fact that he was deaf. He topped it off with a rhythmic nod of his head as though music was actually coming from the orifices of his headphones. Finally, he turned toward the door of Kabuto-sensei classroom and slid the door open.
"Your late," Kabuto said, his arms folded in disapproval.
"It's kinda difficult to hear the tardy bell. Sorry," Sairento shot back snarkly. Fortunately, for him Kabuto let his irreverant response slide.
"I'm always amazed at how well you hide your disability, Sairento. Not only with your skill and that little headphone trick you use. But in the little things, like how you read lips instead of signing, and speaking normally without those awkward changes in pitch and modulation like most of you people have."
"Are you gonna be impressed with me the whole time or are we gonna do this thing," Sairento asked, obviously irritated.
"Fine," Kabuto said, "Your learning the Bushin no Jutsu. It involves imitating..."
"I know how to do it," Sairento said cutting his teacher off, "I'm just here to pass this exam."
"All right," Kabuto said snidely as he turned away from his student, "Let's begin!" He turned and threw a kunai knife straight into Sairento's chest. Sairento looked shocked and started to stumble backward.
"Well. Looks like you fail, Sairento."
"Not quite." A sai was pressed against Kabuto's neck. He turned his head slightly and found Sairento standing behind him, smiling mischieviously. kabuto looked back at the "Sairento" he'd impaled and watched as it evaporated into nothing.
"I pass with flying colors," Sairento said. Kabuto turned away from him angrily.
"Fine," Kabuto said, Now GET OUT!!"
Sairento chuckled, "Cool. Deuces." He ninja'd away like a a shadow.
Technique Learned: Bushin no Jutsu
Word Count: 325
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 6:27 pm
 (eyes covered with cloth) Alice walked in. She sat down quietly, her eyes were covered but she seemed to be able to see through them.
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 6:47 pm
 
Zenith Heudini begins seeing the fading light come to place as he slowly opens his eyes and the extravagant, bright sunlight bursts through the glass window of his one bedroom apartment. Zenith slowly leans up and rubs his eyes scratching off the dry mucus that snuck its’ way to his eyes. Zenith gave a small yawn and then swung his legs off the bed reaching his arms into the sky. Zenith was only half dressed as his boxers almost went down to his knees. Zenith stood up quickly and before he knew it, he fell back down on the bed. He had gotten up way to fast and the blood had dispersed through his body to quickly. Zenith got up once more ignoring this common procedure every morning he woke up. Usually, he would wake up and go to the market every day. He definitely was not going to the market to buy some stuff. Instead, he was doing what he did for a living which was stealing from the market. This was the common thing to do for children without homes but Zenith did not want to find himself in a foster home where he would not be free to live by himself or have the ability to roam the world like he did. Today’s schedule and the schedule for the rest of his life were going to have to change now that he had enrolled to become a shinobi of the Magic village. Zenith looked around looking for a shirt that wasn’t as wrinkly or as stained and the closest one he found was a shirt that looked as if it had just been tossed around in a hundred class five tornadoes and had just been dumped in a pile of ketchup.
Zenith threw this shirt on and then found a pair of jeans that he slipped on easily. You were never going to catch Zenith wearing shorts for he did not like his legs and did not use them that much. They were strong but they were also vulnerable and Zenith preferred not to use his weakness as strength. Zenith then slipped on some short, black socks which were the only socks that he had and slipped on a pair of plain black shoes that slipped on easily. Zenith went to the mirror and gave a bit of a flex towards the mirror showing his athletically shaped body which was almost super human for a twelve year old boy. Zenith smirked a bit and showed his teeth which had a slightly yellow tint that wasn’t that bad so he figured he just wouldn’t brush his teeth this morning. Zenith always tried to find ways where he can just skip through trying to save time where he could use elsewhere. Zenith walked towards the door and opened it and stopped in his dead tracks. He stood there and thought about something. He said to himself, “I feel like I am missing something.” Zenith sighed and then continued forward and was just about to close the door until he turned around, walked back in and grabbed the keys off the counter. He closed the door locking it behind him and gave himself a chuckle for he was glad that he had not forgotten that because last time he forgot his keys, the owner of the building got mad at him for busting down the door because Zenith was too lazy to ask him for a key which was when saving time had its down sides. Zenith began walking towards the stairs and then he hops on the rail that would lead the third floor.
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 6:50 pm
Zenith never did like elevators because he did not want to get trapped in it so he figured if one way was trapped in the stairs, he could easily go back up a floor and then go to a different set of stairs. Simple as that. Zenith continued walking until he finally made it the bottom where he walked through the narrow passageway, past the security guard that sat there watching television and eating saltine crackers all day. Anyone could have walked in and the security guard would not have noticed and Zenith did not mind much as he knew how to fight compared to the other kids on the block. Compared to a shinobi, he was nothing though. This was one of the reasons that he wanted to be a shinobi because he did not want anyone trying to beat up on him. Zenith reached the academy in under ten seconds considering the academy was right across the street from him. The housing that he was had a perfect view of the yards that were guarded by the ten foot walls that bordered the academy, not that they actually needed them from any kind of protection. The academy had some of the best protection in the villages as many trainers stood there and guarded the academy students that would take their place after their years of training. Zenith went through the large doors that stood as tall as the wall and sat down appropriately in his class. Zenith sat there until the teacher came in and then began talking. By what Zenith was listening too, Zenith had been in the wrong class and teacher forgot the roll list. Zenith knew he was in the wrong class because it seemed that today was the testing day of the academy students that were in the class.
That day was going to be that class’ day on whether or not they were to advance to Genin or not. Zenith smirked a bit as he figured he would see how the tests were in advance so he would know what he was going to be up too. The teacher passed out the first part of the test which was the exams. Zenith looked at the exams and smirked a bit as most if it seemed common sense and an eight year old could have completed it if they had any experience with the outside world. Zenith knew strategies for he had been living on his own and had to complete his own personal heists of survival. Zenith turned in the test and then sat down waiting for the next test to begin. After another hour of sitting down, the last student turned in his test. He had been the only one working on it for thirty minutes after all the students were done and apparently they had to wait for everyone to finish to prevent cheating. Zenith then followed the class and teacher to a room where everyone was lined up and academy students went up showing how they could do the single jutsu. Zenith rubbed his head and looked at the hand signs that other were doing only seeing them do it in movies. Zenith had read some books about chakra and how to concentrate chakra so he had stood there standing at the students go up. Zenith finally got his turn doing his hands exactly like the others and then saying the same words. Next thing you know, Zenith had his own headband and got away with telling the senseis that that must have forgotten to write down his name.
599 | 1204 | Cashed in 1200
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 7:14 pm
Alice fumbled with her headband and eye coveres. She knew she was not supposed to take the covers off but was aching to. But she did not. She saw the new boy and ignored him. She remembered her father for a second but then wiped the memory away like a slate. She made a clone quickly and swapped without anyone seeing. She ran outside and jumped into a tree, teaching herself.
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 6:41 pm
[AoS - 1]
It's been a long day, but Mamoru strolled into class, confident in the capability of his instructor. He would learn the Art of Substitution, if only to swap places with airborne kunai. He would prove it was feasible. For now, he need to learn the base technique before he could tinker it. Now was the time for learning. He would take notes, learn seals, and train hard.
Sensei?
Yes, Mamoru?
We will begin on the Art of Substitution today, correct?
Right you are. Now, here are the seals. Ram → Boar → Ox → Dog → Snake. You need to learn to perform them VERY QUICKLY to be effective in battle. Familiarize you hands with them, and come to me once you have.
Yes ma'am!
Mamoru begun stringing through the seals, without chakra to build up his finger speed. He would hopefully be able to perform them in 0.5-1.5 seconds in an ideal enviroment. It's going to take him several days to work on them, so he'll practice running with weights and kunai throwing. His routine for the next week would become several hours of combined kunai throwing and practicing seal motions. The experience with this technique, His gray jacket and use of the Body Flicker, would hopefully earn him the title of 'Konoha's Gray Cyclone'
(Word Count, 217/900. Art of Substitution, Weight Running, Kunai Throwing)
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 3:24 am
[AoS - 2]
Mamoru traced a path to the target range. For several hours a day over the few days, he would repeat the hand seals for every five kunai thrown. Every fifty kunai, he would stop, run though five sets of handsigns, followed by the use of a fuuma shuriken. After every hundred kunai, he would check his leg weights and run three laps around the school. On his third day, he would start using chakra to switch with painted logs that he intends to personally set up in strange places. Using his ability to walk on wall would allow for placement in windowsills, on rooftops, and in the treeline. Mamoru refused to fail, and was more than willing to take the extra time to get it right. On the third day, he would practice target throwing and substitution while suspended for various objects. He would also attempt to substitute with other student, to see how long it would take fbore his target noticed the switch. Sadly, this irked a few of his classmates, but they need to be on their toes.
On the fifthh day, he was confident of his ability to blur though the hand seals, as such, he returned to his sensei.
I think I have it now. Sensei, I am ready to be tested on the Art of Substitution.
"'Are you ready for your test?"
Yes Ma'am!
"Good We will begin with a simple routine. I will throw this coin at the target with moderate force. Beat the coin to the target via the use of of substitution. Ready?"
Hai!
Qucikly twirling a bluinted kunai, Hana Inuzuka tossed it lightly, for a chunin, towards the target. Mamoru reacted by hurling his fuuma shuriken and performin a substitution with it. Sadly, he was not yet fast eough. Hana's kunai beat him.
"It looks like you need to work harder, Mamoru. You'll learn it yet."
Mamoru grimaced as Hana reached down pat his head in condolence, and then she was holding a fuuma shuriken, with a grinning student standing several feet away.
"Hmph. 'Comeback kid'. It seems you picked up on this portion after all. Good. Now throw a few kunai for me. We'll test your accuracy today. I want to see 20 kunai or shuriken in that target. Nineteen of them better be in vital areas. You have thirty seconds."
Mamoru went into a rate of action that left his brown arms a blur. It was a good thing that his jacket had no sleeves, as they might have been severely damaged by this rate of fire. Twenty-two seconds later 20 kunai were buried in said target. Nineteen of them were indeed killing shots. Number twenty landed in the crotch.
Yikes!
Hana simply laughed.
"That's what I asked for. Good job. Come back when you're ready to take you graduation exam."
Yes ma'am!
(Word count, 686/900. Earned: Art of Substitution, Kunai Throwing. Remaining Training: Weight Running.)
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 2:56 pm
[AoS -3](Weight Running)
Patting himself on the back after managing to surprise a chuunin, Mamoru felt fairly proud of himself. For now, he would finish up his weight training by running several laps around the village, followed by several rounds of dummy fighting. He made it a point to retrieve his thrown weapons at a jogging pace,. and cheerily greeted any fellow students that happened to still be on the grounds. Once his fuuma shuriken were retrieved, he alternated between jogging and leaping through the trees for several laps.He was adjusting to the weights, and he wondered how he would fare during his exam without them.
He soon began alternating between jogging and AoS'ing with thrown objects, such as moderately sized stones. With his current chakra pool, he could perform this 'trick' every fifteen to seventeen laps. Soon enough, Mamoru stopped to rest. Hunger wore him down, but a rather large bento box greeted him as he took a lunch break. His mother knew that her son worked hard to train, and she would be damned if he didn't eat well. Today's meal was the joint effort of his mother and his beloved younger sister, how made sure to carve adorable smiley faces into his dessert pies. These happened to be cherry filled, which he greatly enjoyed.
After a fine meal, he walked several laps to work it off, and called it a day. He had much more to learn before he could challenge Hana.
[926/900. Weight Running Complete.]
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Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 9:23 pm
[Bunshin-1]
Mamoru recently finished learn a new technique, but he knows the Academy has more to offer, and he intend to learn. The ability to seemingly be in more than once place at a time would come in handy. Mamoru took another trip to the Academy Library, he would need to know the hand seals if he were to practice the skill. Meditation would help. After a short trip and a few scrolls, Mamoru settled down in a nearby grove to study. The hand seal for the Basic Clone technique consisted of the following ; Tiger, Boar, Ox, Dog. He practiced the signs while composing himself and his life force. He made a morning of meditation and clone creation, stopping for a take-out lunch from Ichiraku Ramen. He continued his activities beyond the veil of sunset, only stopping when his father and younger sister came to retrieve him from classes. Mamoru nearly missed dinner in the way, and his mother was NOT happy. Three plates and a hearty dessert later, he retired to his room to look over his notes on hand seals, and begin studies in fuinjutsu. He made it a point to maintain a clone until he retired for the night.
The following morning, he rose and made ONE Basic Clone and had it mimic his public actions for the day. It lasted until breakfast, when Sayoko dispelled it while attempting to hug him. After helping the his younger sister up, and being harangued by his mother for indoor ninjutsu, Mamoru made haste to the Academy, eager to start a new day of learning. The morning started nearly as normal, until Hana dispelled his next Bunshin via a pair of chalk pieces to the forehead.
"Argh! Why?"
"I'm training you, not a clone. Put it away during a session".
'Yes ma'am."
Mamoru was confident in his ability the perform Bunshin no Jutsu.
{[323/300] Bunshin no Jutsu gained.}
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 7:15 am
[Meditation - 1]
Mamoru reflected on his new found power, and realized that he would need to take time and settle things in his mind. Once he finished class, he ran the usual laps with his weights, and took more fuinjutsu notes. Once he got home, he actually started to gauge Sayoko's chakra levels. It would be quite amusing if he were to teach her to walk on walls, but that was for later. Now, he needed to meditate. Retiring the the room above his parents' grocery store, he settled into the basic lotus position, cushioned by rather fluffy pillows. He dove slowly into his mind, shutting off sensory input layer by layer.
In the depths of the mind of a child being trained as a killer, one could find strange things. He was not yet sure of how he would feel after his first kill. He did understand, on an academic level, that it was bound to happen. In a world where children are trained as assassins, doubts and complex standards run rampart. He knew that he could not afford the thought of only, 'killing the bad' , as someone that was 'bad' for Konoha might be good for another land. He gave himself solace in the fact that anyone that dared threaten his home once he got his headband would receive little, if any mercy.
He would be come strong, maybe not a kage, but he would become strong. The first step on his path was to learn all that he could The academy had fine instructors, willing to teach any that would accept the knowledge. Why would he not learn all he could? Skill and strength will be the keys to survival in his upcoming occupation, and he would be damned if he threw himself to the wolves unarmed. Settling his mind, he cast off his doubts. He would not only survive, but he would thrive! Watch out world!
The funnel clouds are forming. Konoha's Gray Cyclone is coming.
[330/300, Meditation Gained.]
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 8:56 am
[Water Walking - 1]
Well, another day passes, time marches forward. Genshiro decided it was time for Sayoko to learn to swim. Mamoru made it a point to attend. Now would be a great moment to expand his use of chakra once again. He would learn to walk on water.
As usual, he spent his morning in classes, with a light lunch at home while his father and sister gathered swim gear. Mamoru himself donned a simple pair of swim trunks, and they headed for a local lake. His mother sat this expedition out, as she had to mind the store. Genshiro was a athlete-level swimmer, able to give weaker shinobi a run for their ryo. He had taught Mamoru to swim at the same young age, confident that his children would be comfortable around water all of their lives if he had anything to say about it. Sayoko was rather adorable at the time, wearing Mamoru's old swim floaters. He had donned a fresh pair himself, if only to slow the many descents into the lake he would make during his training.
Once Genshiro and Sayoko were situated, Mamoru approached the water moving at a slow pace, and drawing on everything he learned from the Tree Climbing Technique. He made tentative steps slowly leaving ripples in the shallow water. Momentum was made and he gained traction, and actually rose above the waves. That is, until a rock skipped across the lake hampered his concentration, he was promptly submerged.
"DAD! Not cool"
His father playfully shook a single finger at him while Sayoko gracefully swam behind him. She stopped and grinning at her soaked older sibling.
"Really? Do you have to throw rocks at me while I'm trying to train?"
"Sure I do, I can't make this TOO easy."
"Why you!? What next, are you going to swim over here and try to hinder me more?"
"As your father and beloved head of the family. Never. I'll walk."
"Tch, please."
As Mamoru voiced his disbelief, Genshiro calmly climbed out of the water, and strode calmly across the surface of the lake. Once he got to he stubborn son, reached down and pulled the boy out of the lake.
"D-d-dad?"
"Why are you sputtering? We may not be a ninja clan, but our family has been selling fine food to the Leaf since Hashirama put up the gates. You are the first applicant to the Shinobi Academy, but what made you think there are no ninja in the family. A few have married in here and there."
"We've always learned at least on general purpose jutsu apiece. Have you ever noticed that you could NEVER hide from you mother, even after we sent you to school? Hell, where did you get your affinity for lighting and wind in a land full of flame users? You wonder, don't you?"
Mamoru was awestruck, his family has secrets. Those would wait for later, he still had training ahead. Once he regained his footing, he took more light steps, testing his output and managing his flow. His father was by his side now, coaching him on chakra management, and occasionally attempting to trip him. Mamoru would be prepared for shinobi ;life, training hard and striving for skill. Two hours of practice, and he could move at a jogging pace now. He kept up a moderate pace, with Sayoko swimming merrily behind hind, beaming in pride for her brother's accomplishments.
Mamoru would keep this up, getting traction and gaining control over his use of chakra. He even pulled Sayoko out of the water, parading her around the lake on his shoulders.
Family, home, the Leaf. Love for the village and the hope to help preserve peace and prosperity. These are the reasons he will fight.He would risk life and limb so his kin would be able to sleep comfortably at night, knowing he would be out to protect them. He would do his family and the village proud.
[640/600 Water Walking Gained.]
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 4:29 pm
[Henge - 1]
Walking on water was starting to tire Mamoru, but he knew he wasn't done yet. He still had quite a bit to learn, and not much time to do so. Genshiro had purchased him several books on fuinjutsu and basic ninjutsu. Mamoru was nearing the end of the Academy's curriculum. Most of the training from this point until Genin would be self-motivated. He realized that he had not yet learned Henge, an invaluable tool for infiltration and espionage. Notes from class revealed the seal for the technique as Dog → Boar → Tiger. Few in number, the bulk of the technique was maintaining concentration.
His goal for testing his skill would be simple. He would henge into one of the older shinobi in one of his books, and attempt purchase a copy of Icha Icha Paradise. Success would indicate mastery of the jutsu. Failure would land him in deep trouble. After a bitof study, he practiced by simply jogging around the training grounds in the guise of Hashirama Senju. He was fairly ashamed as several students did not recognize his guise or him under it.
Once he had ascertained a degree of success, he returned home to train further. He now needed to practice maintaining the jutsu under stress. He would henge as one of his younger cousins, whom his sister enjoyed trouncing thoroughly.
Having placed his disguise, he strode into his sister's room, dodging an attempt at a tackle and several thrown punches. It seemed the the unfortunate relative annoyed her greatly in their last encounter, and she was out to pay it back. He ducked and weaved his ease, using other non-combat techniques to stay out of the line of fire. Eventually, he heard his mother approach from the stairs to investigate the commotion. He fled via the window, test complete. He would make it up to Sayoko in the new future, he was sure of it. After this, he retired for the night.
[320/300, Henge Learned.]
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 8:06 pm
[Sparring - 1]
Mamoru needed to brush up one his evasion skills, but he could not find a training partner.
An epiphany hit hit like a wooden wall. Quickly string through hand seals, he summon a pair of basic clones. Adjusting his coat, he slid into a basic stance. The first clone, Alpha, charged him. Weaving left, Mamoru spun around the blow and jumped over the clone. Alpha replied with a roundhouse kick that Mamoru ducked under. Rolling forward, he dance around his copy and ran up a nearby tree. Fifteen feet later, he jumped from said tree and leaps over Alpha's shoulder. Alpha reached back to grab him, and Mamoru flatted himself to the ground, avoiding the grapple. The clone leap high into the air, aiming to dispatch his creator. Mamoru responded with a might punch, dispelling Alpha. Catching his breath, he glanced and the second clone.
Beta nodded and slipped into a fighting stance. Mamoru drew his jian an charged beta, intent on dispelling him with a mighty thrust. Beta grinned and leapfrogged Mamoru. Our erstwhile hero swung around, swinging his sword in a mighty arc. Beta folded back at a near impossible angle, wasting Mamoru's momentum. The clone bounded into a standing position, and hopped over Mamoru, smiling like the cat that ate the canary. Mamoru made to chase the clone, racing past Beta. He proceeded to dive into the treeline as the clone came to a halt.
Beta watched the treeline, glancing around. Mamoru was gone..?
Meanwhile Mamoru was very slowly creeping up a tree, watching his copy. He was going to try a trick he saw in a comic book. Noiselessly drawing a fuuma shuriken, he threw it in an arc around several trees. It re-entered the clearing, soaring towards Beta.
Beta blanched,as much as a clone could, and ducked the flying star of metal. The leaves rustled again as a second fuuma flew high into the air. Blinking in confusion, Beta stared at the ascending piece of steel, and it de-henged into Mamoru.
"STRIKE FIRST! ULTIMATE PHANTOM KICK!"
Mamoru dove from the skies meeting his stunned clone with a boot to the forehead, dispelling him. One could swear that kanji appeared around him after his impact with the soil. Proud of his flashy completion, Mamoru headed off to the dummy range.
Browsing though a book be 'borrowed' from a taijutsu instructor, Mamoru perused thoughts of a close combat fighting style. A martial art or two would be conductive to his attempts at hand to hand, should he be disarmed, or forced to fight somewhere he could not take a weapon. The manual listed several styles. Sadly enough, quite a few of them sounded VERY questionable. Some of them included : Maip-Gail Tundra
An aggressive style focused on the flow of personal energy and featuring blocks.
Wai-Tsua Wasp
A practical style based on controlled movements and featuring weapons and blocks.
Ancient River
An aggressive style focused on controlled movements and known for holds and blocks.
Gifaogi
A defensive style focused on clarity of perception and known for blocks and high kicks.
Qa Pun Wua
A defensive style focused on inner harmony and featuring grappling and throws.
Jai-Wo Tornado
A ceremonial style specializing in speed and agility and known for high kicks.
Wa-Diu Phoenix
An aggressive style centered around spiritual well-being and emphasizing sweeping kicks.
Tsumjaitpeit
A ceremonial style grounded in controlled movements and known for high kicks and punches.
Avenging Ox
A highly technical style based on speed and agility and known for rushing tackles.
Kao-Nai Ocean
An aggressive style specializing in the flow of personal energy and emphasizing low kicks and punches.
Zairditi
A highly technical style focused on speed and agility and emphasizing throws and punches.
Ma-Xi Demon
A flashy style specializing in controlled movements and featuring punches.
Min Hao Puzh
A flashy style based on spiritual well-being and known for punches and .
Duagunhai
An aggressive style specializing in controlled movements and featuring and .
Paob-Tsai Ocean
A ceremonial style based on the flow of personal energy and featuring .
Northern Scorpion
An aggressive style centered around clarity of perception and known for precision.
Mamoru browsed through, hoping to find one that was at least practical, if none of them made sense. Jai-Wo Tornado was starting to appeal to him, if only for the kicks. Was this book one of Rock Lee's rejected styles?
Making the page, Mamoru headed down to to the weight room. He needed to tone a bit. Building large amounts of muscle mass would be detrimental to the building of a speed based style, but a bit of extra muscle here and there would help. He wondered if weightlifting while tree water walking was feasible? At his level of control, that would be quite hard. It was worth looking forward to. However, the basics come first. Mamoru lifted several batches of weights, working carefully. He did not have a spotter, so he would be limited to smaller dumbbells and any available machines. He would study gravity seals, among other things.
[838/800 Weight Lifting, Sparring, Dummy fighting gained.]
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