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Time finally caught up with him. His tempo was broken finally. And so drastically so that he was unable to lift his arms to get it back. One of his hands slipped after a punch. His sweat accumulating on his hands making each hit brushing more and more to each side as he did so. His hands slipping past the dummy's stomach area. It only took a few punches before he was almost flat on his face. The energy put into carrying the weight from their place in his fighting stance into the abdomen of the dummy, now carried him past and onto the floor next to the dummy. His arms lay on his chest. As he lay there the weight tied to his arms now bore down on his chest. His breathing was staggered because of the constant pressure. His lungs fought for the air they were getting, and it wasn't even enough. The boy had to get it off of him, but he couldn't even lift his arms. [[1d20 ( 6 ) + Str. Mod ( 4 ) = 10 Fail]]

Keon stood slowly. He hadn't the faintest Idea as to why he fell. He was good with his balance, and even better with landing repeated punches. He shook his head and lifted his arms for more punches. "My god I hate this body. It's so useless." The boy threw a few test punches to the abdomen again. By this time the sweat had dried and was now just another target. After a deep sigh Keon began unloading punches back to the abdomen of this dummy. It was somewhat sad in the manner of which the kid was dedicated. He was so dedicated to gaining strength he degraded himself to give him the drive to disprove his previous claims. And It was such drive that allowed him to continue punching even after that nasty fall a few minutes ago. Keon just shut out all other stimuli and focused only on the task at hand, punishing this dummy. [[Formula: 1d20 ( 17 ) + Str. Mod ( 4 ) = 21 Pass]]

It took a while to regain his tempo but once he did he was in the clear. Left. Right. Left. Right. His punches were faster around this time. They were relatively strong, and could possibly hurt even Shinzu now. Keon did, however plan to spar him again once this training was done. It was the only way to test his progress, right. These thoughts crossed his mind as he continued to deliver symmetrically, poetic, punches to the abdomen of the dummy. By now even pieces of the stomach had broken off and chipped around the sides of the ribs and even some cracks split down from the cracks in the chest. Keon was seriously damaging this dummy and was sure to need a new target soon. Maybe Shinzu would volunteer? He laughed at the thought, chuckling silently to himself. [[Formula: 1d20 ( 16 ) + Str. Mod ( 4 ) = 20 Pass]]

The punches kept coming but each slower and weaker than the last. He was starting to have his doubts about how long he could keep this up for and was starting to gt scared about hitting the floor yet again. He moves around the cracks hitting just to the left or right of them causing them to open up more and more. How much damage is this damn dummy built to take. I've been giving my best shots and it's still mostly intact. Keon couldn't stand to see how poorly he was damagingly the dummy. If it was a normal person it would have all their ribs broken and there chest caved in. Not to mention all of the internal damage dealt by the crushing stomach shots. This belittling of his strength made him throw a punch to the face. However he missed and fell laying against the dummy. [[Formula: 1d20 ( 15 ) + Str. Mod ( 4 ) = 19 Pass]]

So he simply lay there, against it trying to regain some strength, his arms wrapped around its neck. It was hard but he got enough energy to slowly, slightly, move his arms down to its stomach. This made maters worse since he was a bit hungry. The shift in weight made him breath better but made his stomach hurt all the more. That damn dummy must be laughing at me by now. Keon heaved and his chest expanded about twice its size with each breath. After a few more minutes he was able to get them to one side of his body. He lay there with both hands just hanging off to its side and deeply breathing. It would take him quite some time to push off from here but he would have to try. Rolling over and placing his hands just above his hips he was able to put all the weight on his legs, cracking the floor a bit. However with a little strength and a very slow, forced exhale he was once again on his own two feet. [[Formula: 1d20 ( 3 ) + Str. Mod ( 4 ) = 7 Fail]]

LV. 4
Experience: 119/250
Hp: 11/44
Cp: 16/16
MHp: 32/32
Damge: 11-17 (13-21+6) With Aian Nakkuru

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Style Goken

Stage I: Punch hard surfaces with weights strapped around your arms.
DC: 12
Formula: 1d20 ( 6 ) + Str. Mod ( 4 ) = 10 Fail
Formula: 1d20 ( 17 ) + Str. Mod ( 4 ) = 21 Pass
Formula: 1d20 ( 16 ) + Str. Mod ( 4 ) = 20 Pass
Formula: 1d20 ( 15 ) + Str. Mod ( 4 ) = 19 Pass
Formula: 1d20 ( 3 ) + Str. Mod ( 4 ) = 7 Fail
Successes: 7/10
Rolls: 9

Mizuiro was caught by surprise by the skewer, it stabbed him in the arm quite harshly. He wasn't even ready, he was pissed off now.

Mizuiro picked up a rock, looked at it. "I have heard adults talk of how women have some kind of time of month where they go all berserk and crazy. I have yet to witness it, but maybe we have now. I never get adults, they are all nuts." Mizuiro focused his attention on how he would throw it, fast, which direction, what part of the body he wanted to hit, etc.
He decided to not aim, and just throw it hard, right at Karasu.

Dice

LV. 8
Experience: 4/450
Hp: 96 - 10 = 86
Cp: 48 - 2 = 46
MHp: 112


Move swiftly, mere feet fromt eh dummy, stop, bounce back, prepare to go again. Shinzu kept up this tempo, 1, 2, 3, repeat, he stuck to these simple steps, even though he desperately wanted to move on. By this point in his career though, Shinzu respected the basics, and he intended to master the basics of this technique. 7 + 20 = 27 vs 21 Pass

1... 2... 3... Shinzu's feet kept up the rythme, his shoes causing an audible sound on the wooden floors. For the blooming Taijutsu Master this was hardly hard work, and he couldn't help but occasionaly daydream of what he would be able to accomplish just a few years from now. He had already peeked further into of the scroll to see what would await. 18 + 20 = 38 vs 21 Pass

Forward, stop, reset, His body kept up the movement, quickly becoming muscle memory, as Shinzu's mind began to wander. He had been mildly surprised to find that they had the Eight Inner Gates, though it a section which began with three pages of warnings as to the dangers of the Eight Gates. He definately planned to learn that after mastering this technique, plus a few blocking technipues of course. 12 + 20 = 32 vs 21 Pass

Oh what damage he could do with the Eight Gates, the technique he was currently learning was itself able to increase his damage by two, due to its quickness and unexpected secondary strike. But combined with the Eight Gates... Shinzu could barely even imagine it. He would need to train his body though, so that he may become strong enough to get some serious use of the Gates. 7 + 20 = 27 vs 21 Pass

After all, it would be sad for him to open even the first gate and then pass out shortly after. He'd definately have to make sure to make his hits during that brief period of time count, they could very well be the last he ever got. Regardless he brought himself back to the present, right now he was learning the Senpu technique and had to focus on it, less he not master it and never get to learn the Gates! 4 + 20 = 24 vs 21 Pass

With a new spring in his step Shinzu's repetitions began to greatly increase and the rythme of his shoes of the floor was testament to that. The formly slow, rythmic beat was speeding up, becoming ever faster. Shinzu would swear later on that he looked at a mirror and saw only a blur. This was refuted by several students who where there, mainly because there are now mirrors in the dojo... 3 + 20 = 23 vs 21 Pass

1, 2, 3! 1, 2, 3! 1, 2, 3! Forward, stop, reset. Forward, stop, reset, Shinzu's beat had definately increased, and appeared to still be doing so. The sound of his shoes hitting the dojo floor evidenced this, as the sound became ever more frequent. Suddenly it was all over and Shinzu stood there, panting lightly, and he walked over tot eh Taijutsu scroll, sitting down he began to read part two. 17 + 20 = 37 vs 21 Pass

Senpu
Stage I: Taijutsu DC 21. Practice arriving in a position capable of performing Senpu - in a brief moment.
3/10

I am pretty sure you edited that in...? /confused


Kawarimi no Jutsu (Replacement Technique)
Chakra Control DC 15 vs 3 (1D20) + 5 (Chakra Control)
4/10

Karasu's expression drooped when he saw how easily Mizuiro was struck by the skewer. It was like he hadn't even tried to evade it at all. Focusing on that thought it would hinder Karasu enough to get hit right in the kneecap with a rock. When the rock struck him it didn't even act as if it hit flesh. It just bounced off like he had hit a concrete wall. The durability of Kaguya bone showed through this action. Though Karasu hadn't actually learned any techniques yet, some things were just completely instinctive. It was normal for him to not look cool, even with something like that happening.

Though it kind of hurt he wouldn't let it show in his facial expressions, as to not give Mizuiro any satisfaction in it. He would twist his head to the side to pop his neck again. Calming himself from when they were inside the classroom. Trying to get what Bumu said from his mind. "Nuts.. Yeah, as far as I am concerned they are just obstacles to overcome and surpass. But maybe that is just the way of my clan. Anyway, lets continue." With that he decided it was time to try something else. Would this technique work with melee? Karasu decided to find out. Jettisoning his foot to Mizuiro's chest with a standing front kick.

1d20(10)+ChakraControl(12)=22 vs DC22+2(difficulty)=24
Success: 2/10

1d20()+ChakraControl(12)= vs DC22+2(difficulty)=24
Success: 2/10