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 Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 10:20 am
Tsukutoshi waited.
She waited as the blade fell from the sky, and she waited as he began to run across the roof.
And she continued to wait as he came at her with his weapon still sheathed, and raised only an eyebrow at the whispered words. Finally, as he swung, she made her move. Her arm holding the sword opposite moved, pulling the sword from it's sheathe with astounding speed to strike her opponent's blade. She raised her eyes to look into his, scrutinizing what she could see of his expression. He was stronger than her, that much one cold tell from his size, but the woman prided herself on her speed. He outclassed her as well, but what concerned her was the red circling the outer rim of his eyes. Such a thing would be difficult to miss, even at a distance, and so she drew the conclusion that there was something up with his sword.
How very interesting.
Her swords held no outstanding magic, though they had been forged by the best of craftsmen in Takumi, and had yet to fail her. Her other sword remained in it's sheathe,yet to be drawn.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 4:31 pm
Deeply peered into your own eyes his gaze slowly intensified as he herd the clash of the two blades. He wasted little to almost no time at all as he pushed forward in hopes of knocking you off balance or at the least push you back a few feet. As he continued his motion forward he glanced at the blade that had yet to be unsheathed. She had been holding back though he would not make it known, however this irritated him slightly as the red ring around his eyes thickened slightly and he brought up his other hand to perform several signs. "Bushin Dageki Chikara" He said subtly. He wanted her to fight on the same level that he was or at the least push her bounds.
A moment had passed as he kept the pressure on and four clones formed around you with readied blades. With their hands reached their blades Kenzo shut his eyes and he disappeared. At the very same time each sword was drawn, performing horizontal strikes towards your mid section. Each clone were by no means shadow clones which would mean they were fake though the blows they would deal if connected were very real.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 6:27 pm
Waiting to see what would happen, the woman pushes back with all her strength. She slid back a few inches, her strength obviously outmatched. She watched his hand signs in her peripheral vision, and simply waited. The clones appeared, though what nearly surprised her was the disappearance of her actual opponent. Wasting no time, the woman drops to the ground to void the slashes, and almost instantly pushes forward between tow of the clones. The blade stretched out from her rolled body and would cut away the feet at the ankles if physical attacks would work on the clones. As she rolls, her free hand tugs the knot holding her sword sheaths. The cord holds until she moves to stand outside the ring of clones, and she flips the sword in her hand to the other, and reaches back with that one to pull the other free before the empty scabbards clatter noisily to the roof. She spins to face the four clones, taking two steps back and continuing the glance around; wary.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 10:00 pm
Every clone fades away in a mist as their ankles would be cut but the last clone took a step back to evade. Kenzo resheathed his weapon and held his right hand along its hilt tightly. The chain that once bound the weapon locked the blade within its sheathe once more. He took a second to react then flipped over you towards the far end of the building and landing in a knelt position he repeated hand signs he had done before hand and turned to face you. Clutching the his hilt once more he drew his blade to break its seal once more. He walked slowly towards you as the red in his eyes now nearly changed the hue of his irises. But it seemed they had begun to fade towards their original color as long as he remained inactive.He was biding his time intentionally and weather she knew this or not was irrelevant. When it came down to it he took the time to plan his next move and several different ways to perform it thus creating many plans off of a single idea.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 10:40 pm
Watching carefully, Tsukutoshi's grip on her sword tightened slightly. He had backed off, though surely not for long. She could tell he had done some sort of hand signs, though couldn't tell exactly what they had been for he had had his back turned to her. Probably not the smartest move, though she was more concerned as to what he was doing than gaining a possible upper hand and, much more likely, tinting her image as a fair fighter. She could tell from such a distance that his eyes had changed; now the brighter yellow instead of the darker red. Blinking, she notes that for quite a while she had been staring him directly in the eyes and he showed little sign of slowing down. Surely, by now, an Academy Student would be knocked cold; though she knew there was no comparing an Academy Student to a Sanin. Her eyes narrowed slightly in concentration, waiting patiently. The woman wasn't one to launch attacks when unidentified hand signs had taken place.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 11:01 pm
As if their were a glitch in his very being he walked forward. It looked as if their was another body, identical to his own; that was overlapping him as he moved forward and his pace gradually increased. It was almost as if he were moving so fast that their left an after image but soon another clone sprinted out ahead of him as if spawning from his very body. Nanoseconds later, one after another six more clones would sprint for you until finally the last one which may be thought to be the original began to sprint as well. He felt no need to exert himself with more jutsu, besides...revealing all of his capabilities would prove to be foolish. So, he would continue to utilize this one until he grew bored of it. the first four clones were paired off in groups of two; one group going left and the other to the right.
They would sprint until they had become nearly adjacent to your position then threw a small metallic projectile at each other. As each projectile made contact he burst into a black smoke. Without warning, a large trail of smoke burst from your right side and slowly revealed a fith clone who. Just as he would be noticed, the sixth clone would appear in the same manor but on the opposite side. The first would drop low as he came in rang in an attempt to sweep you off your feet he would extend his leg out and send it towards the back of your feet. The second would extend his leg as well but only to place a round house kick towards your chest.
Al the while, the final clone flipped over the cloud of smoke and attempted to place a well aimed heel kick towards the top of your head. Kenzo knew that by now it was easy to decipher that his cones were not very real though this would leave her in a position where she would need to take a chance and stand her ground or flee the situation to evade the possibility of harm. All and all, at least one of the final three were real.
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 12:31 pm
Glancing about her, the woman takes in the situation faster than would be thought possible. There was no real place to go, and so she put to use the signs she had started earlier. She seemed to vanish, leaving behind a piece of scrap metal from the other side of the roof in her place. She was outnumbered, something she didn't take much of a liking to. Frowning faintly, she slices clean through one of the pipes coming from the roof. Hot water sprayed out, and a flicker of a smile appeared for a moment. Her hand signs looked a tad off, though this was because of the swords in her hands.
They sufficed, though, and a moment later, a clone appeared. She had poured a bit of extra chakra into this clone, as she only needed the one. Handing the other girl on of her swords, the two rang when the connected in a sort of salute. The real Tsukutoshi nodded in the direction of the other clones, signaling the other to go. The clone leaped into action, jumping over the crisscross of pipes that had hidden them. She streamlined as she ran, picking up speed as she went.
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 4:35 pm
As his heavy leg made contact with his clones they seemed to fade into nothing. Landing in a crouched position Kenzo slowly stood as he herd foot steps therefore implying movement. She had used a jutus to get away, rather clever on her part however he payed it very little mind. It was about time if anything...but it seemed that in this situation they odds favored this young women. However, Kenzo was ready. Resheathing his weapon on to his back he slowly moved into a stance, allowing his fingers to gently caress the hilt of the weapon he had used time and time again.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 10:02 pm
The clone glanced at the man, direct eye contact with this woman would do nothing. It would be slightly easier to pick up that this was a clone, if the man had noticed that the real Tsukutoshi had never looked him directly in the eyes. The clone, however, watched his eyes above all else; watching his hand at the hilt of his sword in her peripheral vision. The clone was waiting for something, waiting for this man to make a move. Somehow, the clone knew what to do; to continue to charge and wait for a reaction. Her master was sitting in wait behind the pipes, waiting for an opening to attack; she was to simply attack as best she could. The clone's eyes narrowed as she drew closer, her hand clenching the very real sword in her hands.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 10:46 pm
(This is a market place not a battlezone go to the outskirts or something >.<)
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 4:02 am
{Eh let them have their fun..not much else is goin on...your just mad cuz nobody wants to fight you lol ^^}
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 8:40 am
(ey!! stay out of this Koji-chan I did fought someone thank you very much er sparred >.> ....through message...>.<)
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 2:18 pm
He let himself go, shutting his eyes deeply as the clone approached. As he had done so he moved towards the facade that was this shinobis' clone. barely pulling the blade from its sheathe he passed the clone. Two steps past her his eyes reopened to be a neon red then placed the blade back in its sheathe. The weapon from your clone fell to the roof and soon after the clone burst into water. "A clone" His arm began to shake a bit as he found himself slightly over doing it. His eyes narrow and senbon begin to part from his clothes, slowly disappear one after the other. Getting down in a kneeling position he placed one hand at the ground. Sprinting forward, the light gleamed over little peaces of metal that flew rapidly in your direction, he would not know directly where you were but then at the same time you would not see easily what pain headed your way.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 2:52 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 10:53 pm
{Oh Rain. We'll fight where we like. Besides which, we're on the rooftops. It's not as if anyone is in danger.
Except for possibly Tsukutoshi.
Actually, I agree with Rain. We should move this fight.
To Rain's character's house.}
Hearing the weapon clatter to the ground, the woman knew that her clone had failed. She hadn't been expecting much, but to be destroyed so soon? She blinked, clenching her sword in her teeth so that her hand signs were a bit more accurate this time. Only three hand signs later, she reaches out towards the flow of water from the slashed pipes. A whip began to form, and she cracked it once for good measure. She turned to face the crisscrossing pipes and leaped, landing lightly on one of the upper pipes. She noted her sword lying unceremoniously on the ground on the other side of the roof. Stabbing her remaining sword into a separate pipe, flicking her wrist holding the whip. He was running in her general direction, and she leaped off the pipe to reach him. She hit the ground, and used the momentum to roll forward to prevent injury to her legs. Pushing off the roof, she dashes forward to meet him. Swinging her occupied hand, the whip shoots forward to strike at the other shinobi. Her free hand slipped into the back of her sash, taking hold of a few more throwing needles in preparation.
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