Artemis leaned into Houou as he threw his arm around her. "I am a lefty, but that also leans me to be more ambidextrous. Overall, I'm not the best for physical combat since I only know a few academy-esque techniques. But suiton or ninjutsu... I'm your powerhouse, buddy." Regardless of whether or not he wanted her ninjutsu help, she would assist him in his combat in general. She shrugged after a moment of thought. "I'm probably better for... relationship advice," she admitted with a waggle of her brows as they left.
With deed in hand, young Tsuki made her way into the building, noting the disrepair with a bit of a sigh. As she wandered through the various wings of the building, checking on the overall state of things she was starting to gain hope. Overall, internally, the building was ok. All of the rooms still had their dividers,the floors simply needed cleaning and polishing. She could do this, this could work. With a light huff she quickly headed down into the basement to check upon the stores, only to find a horribly unbathed, scruffy, homeless man down there. With nearly instant motions her blade appeared in her hand,"Name yourself. Why are you on my property?" Admittedly the second question was a stupid one given that he was clearly homeless. Though the man carried himself well, even under threat."I used to manage this place for Master Wulfram before he abandoned the place." With a heavy sigh she returned her weapon to its scabbard,"Well now you work for me. Get yourself cleaned up. We have a lot of work to do." Tossing the man a kunai she continued,"Clean shaven at all times. You'll get your same pay and duties, IF you help me get this place in order." The man, caught the kunai and bowed at the waist,"Rentaro Kushunia, at your service Lady..." He was fishing for a name, clearly. Letting out a sigh she brushed her hair off her chest to reveal the small crest,"Uchiha. Tsukina Uchiha, now go bathe and get cleaned up. Once you get back we can discuss where you can begin. AFTER you kill these ******** rats."
Whether she wanted it to or not, she was starting to let her Rounin show through her nobility. Storming off up the stairs she went to the southern side of the small complex. Entering the dojo she examined the facility with a scrutinizing eye. The facility was quite good though it needed some work. Taking a knee she ran her hands across the floorboards to feel their texture. While they would not need sanding, they would need polishing. Though it was not the texture that caught her eye, it was the fact that the floorboards were broken up in places they should not have been. Pulling out a kunai she propped up the board and peered under...jackpot. Pulling up the false floor she pulled out the chest hidden under them. With a swift smash of the kunai she broke the lock and opened the chest to find... scrolls. A s**t ton of them, not only were they scrolls containing one or two styles, but as she shifted through them she found quite literally every style she could think of located within. Double jackpot. Returning the contents to the chest she slid it to the side and shut the false floor.
Damn good investment indeed. Now it was time to focus her mind on actually rebuilding the place. Though she smiled wide when she began to hear the sounds of mice shrieking as her new manager set about slaughtering the bastards. Heading back to the front of the complex she awaited the delivery of wood she ordered. Once he arrived she quickly paid the man and set about her task. (Burning tickets)
It was well past midday when she finally finished her work fixing up the place so that it wasnt a total rundown s**t hole. By the time it was all said and done she actually approved of the place. Now it was time to actually decorate the place. When Ren finally re-appeared, she had to admit, he cleaned up well. With the rats gone she handed him fifteen hundred ryo and a list,"Go get yourself a nice outfit, then get I want you to get everything on that list. We need to dress this place up and make it look good." With that the man headed out. Now she needed to bathe and make herself presentable. So heading into the largest room on the second floor she put away her things and changed out of her traveling leathers and into her robes. While she did not particularly enjoy looking like a dolled up fancy prancy noble, she did admit, the clothes were nice. Once her robes were in order she set about brushing her long hair with the small pearl comb. The comb was one of the four things which still tied her to Konohagakure. She could not bring herself to get rid of it, not after her mother had given it to her for her birthday. The comb her armor, her headband, and her weapons were her keys to her past. Shaking her head, clearing her mind, she returned to the front of the building and waited for Ren to return.
{Small time skip} All in all, things were going quite well. While the dojo portion was still for her private use only, the inn and restaurant were doing quite well. Her staff was happy and more then a couple of her rooms were full at any given time. With a happy and relaxed posture she sipped a warm glass of tea. Maybe returning to her nobility wasnt a bad idea after all.
While he business ventures were, so far, a smashing success, she was starting to get very very bored. There was time to practice and train sure, but there was nobody she knew of who could even challenge her with a sword. Letting out a light sigh she took a light sip of her tea as she pondered. Who was a strong swordsmen that she knew about? That was the thing, she did not know of any famous swordsmen. Were there any nations that had quality swordmen? Well Kirigakure was renown for its swordsmen but last she heard that place was the land of creepy s**t. How badly did she want a challenge? Enough to venture to the land of creepy people? ******** yea. Finishing off her tea she headed back to her room to grab her new attire. Slipping on her armor and sliding her broadsword into its holster on her hip she picked up her mask and headed back into the main room,"RENTARO, your in charge my friend. I will be back in a few weeks. Please dont let the place burn to the ground again while I am gone yea?" Giving the man a simple hug she headed out for the land of creepy ********.
Pushing open the door to the inn she smiled,"I'M HOME!" The warm getting she received from her staff and customers warmed her heart even more. Making her way to her reserved room she disrobed and changed quickly into her training gear. It was time to blast the rust off one way or another. Deep inside she did not know if it was going to ignite the fire again, or if it would blow it out. But she was starting to get restless and that irritated her.
Making her way into the dojo portion she locked the door behind her and quickly moved a handful of training dummies into position. It seemed an eternity since she last trained and it was always something she enjoyed. So drawing the katana at her hip she unleashed two rapid yet very relaxed and lackadaisical strikes. Then she shifted into her basic low ready stance. [1/1]
Holding her low ready stance she took a deep breath and delivered a quick outward horizontal slash. With a light flourish she returned her weapon to its scabbard with a satisfying clink. Drawing the weapon once more she returned to the low ready and again, repeated the process as before of taking a swipe with the the weapon and swiftly returning it to its scabbard. The idea being that she could blend it with Iado for an effective strike, sheath combo. [1/1]
While this particular style did not set well with her particular brand of Bushido and honor, it did have a certain unpredictability to it that she could easily appreciate. Taking the stance for Iado she lightly rested her right hand on the hilt of her weapon. With lightning fast movement she released her grip and lashed out with a loose knuckled backhand punch at the invisible enemy before her. Dirty but effective. [1/1]
Taking a high ready stance this time, with her feet spread shoulder width apart and her weapon held off to the side in a two handed grip perpendicular to the floor. Taking a deep breath she quickly exhaled as she stepped forward and simultaneously delivered a horizontal strike. Carrying the momentum through she lifted her right leg to deliver a roundhouse kick along the same path as her sword just used. Following through she spun full circle and returned to her starting position. Simple and effective. [1/1]
Carrying on the concept of conservation of momentum, she resumed her alert stance. Continuing her shadow boxing she waiting for the attack to come then would hard parry the blow with a drop parry. Transitioning her grip the moment she made contact so that it would be a reverse grip she carried the momentum through and unleashed a fearsome backhand on the target. Quite excellent. [1/1]
Returning her weapon to its scabbard she took up the Iado stance. allowing her chakra to seep into her muscles she, nearly instantly, ripped the weapon from its scabbard. Within the confines of her mind the shadow partner was going for an overhead slash to which she would hard parry with this sudden snap slash. With the man recoiling she would waste no time unleashing a hard straight kick for his stomach. Brutal and effective. [1/1]
Taking a deep breath, Tsuki set herself up in the previous mid ready stance. With her feet spread shoulder width apart and her weapon held off to the side in a two handed grip perpendicular to the floor. From here she unleashed a quick series of horizontal stashes before ending up on an off step. It felt weird knowingly committing a error. But she had to admit it would be effective for closing distance albeit awkward. [1/1]
Taking a deep breath, Tsuki set herself up in the previous mid ready stance. With her feet spread shoulder width apart and her weapon held off to the side in a two handed grip perpendicular to the floor. With a deft movement she wide parried a blow before leaning back and back flipping. Mid flip she extended her left leg and aimed a kick for the targets head. Placing her right hand above her head onto the floor she carried the momentum to land back upon her feet. [1/1]
Taking a deep breath, Tsuki set herself up in the previous mid ready stance. With her feet spread shoulder width apart and her weapon held off to the side in a two handed grip perpendicular to the floor. This time instead of striking she made an incredibly exaggerated dodge backwards and a had to place her hand up behind her head to keep her from hitting the deck. Though with her body like that, she quickly brought her weapon around in a full circle slash which, honestly, would have taken her off guard. Very sneaky. [1/1]
Rising back to her feet she took a moment to stretch. After all it had been awhile since she used these muscles in this way and it was starting to have an effect. However she had a long way to go before she would allow herself to rest. So making a quick advance she flipped forwards and unleashed a dropping axle kick mid spin. Landing low she smiled a bit, happy she could still move like that. [1/1]
Taking a deep breath, Tsuki set herself up in the previous mid ready stance. With her feet spread shoulder width apart and her weapon held off to the side in a two handed grip perpendicular to the floor. Reaching forward she quickly grabbed the dummy and outright impaled it through the chest as she pulled on its arm. Using the contradicting motions to increase the force of her thrust. Brutal. [1/1]
This time instead of taking the medium ready stance, she took a high ready stance. From there she quickly fell to a knee and leveled her weapon to her side. Pushing hard with her left leg she rolled to the right and swept her weapon over her head as she did so. Adaptable and useful all the same. Very good. [1/1]
Taking a deep breath she slowly began to channel her chakra into her weapon, though there was no reaction nor hint of her doing so in the weapon itself. Instead the result when became evident when she stepped forwards and impaled the dummy before her as if i was made of naught but paper. But it did not stop there. With a deft movement she unleashed a hard point roundhouse and slammed her foot onto the spine of the weapon shoving it downwards and out of the dummy. [1/1]
Again as before, the beautiful young woman poured her chakra into her weapon and waited until she had reached the proper concentration. What she was about to attempt was pretty unorthodox to be sure. Stepping forwards she donned the mid ready halfway through the step. From there she quickly brought the flat of her weapon down almost like a bat and hit the side of the dummies head. With a sudden pulse of chakra she smiled as it stubbornly rocked from side to side but did not fall nor falter. [1/1]
Taking a deep breath, Tsuki set herself up in the previous mid ready stance. With her feet spread shoulder width apart and her weapon held off to the side in a two handed grip perpendicular to the floor. Slowing her thoughts she quietly focused her mind on the task and the moment. Shifting her stance just a bit she built up an immense amount of power before delivering a hard and fearsome horizontal strike. Stepping into the strike she added even more power to it as the blade slammed into the side of the dummy. This time it was sent across her dojo floor. [1/1]
Returning her katana to its scabbard she took a deep breath and slowed her breathing almost to non-existence. What was required was a strike that almost surpassed her Iado entirely. As such she was eagerly looking forward to its perfection. What followed was quite literally instantaneous as she ripped her weapon from its scabbard, and lashed out in a large circle around her before returning it to its home and brushing her hair back with a smile. [1/1]
Adopting the high ready stance, Tsuki again as before took a deep breath and slowed her breathing. Until the sound of her heartbeat was all she could hear, she waited. Once the moment was right she exploded into motion. A sharp inhale and a fearsome downwards parry capable of easily ripping next to any weapon from a mans hands.While she knew the very same would be true of her she knew it would be an asset at some point. [1/1]
Now she was on to the finale, the culmination of this type of unorthodox, unexpected torrential training. Coating her arms, bathing them, in her ruby chakra she watched as the torrent coalesced around her weapon creating a ruby torrent of death. Adopting the middle ready stance she, gracefully, slid her right arm down to the pommel and with a practiced body unleashed the thrust. What followed could only be described as a tornado of chakra being unleashed along the path of the thrust. With a mixture of annoyance and joy she took in the sight of every one of her training dummies which lay before her in a pile of rubble. Absolutely marvelous. [1/1]
Style Mastered.
Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 2:58 pm
Takumi entered the establishment . He had been traveling for some few days now and only living on rations that were provided in his emergency pack and edible vegetation on the path here which mostly comprised of roots, some cold resistant berries and the like. The man who introduced himself as Ichiro would collect any weapons Takumi may possess. The blonde passed his five kunai and his scalpel off to the man as they were the only weapons Takumi technically had.
Taking seat he began to parse the vast menu. It had been some time since he had been A waitress approached, taking the boy's order. " Ah, yes. The Pork Bowl, just a glass of water to drink." with a quick nod she wandered off to fetch the customer's order. Shortly after, the glass of water without ice returned to Takumi's table. He sat alone, examining the decor of the place. It was much different than the rather gloomy, haunted appearance of Kirigakure with its tree village persona. He sighed, swirling the water in his cup as he had half consumed it. His light blue eyes continuously were drawn back to a door that bordered the establishment. The sound of breaking and snapping could be heard. Takumi, while unaware of what it was breaking only assumed it was a brawl of some sort. Not an actual training session built into a fine eatery. Should someone emerge from the room, their eyes would instantly lock.
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[enter] Why did money need to be a thing that existed? Even with the money she had been saving from her odd jobs around Kirigakure, Rinka still didnt have enough for even the most basic of prefabricated puppets. To make things worse, buying parts piecemeal was somehow more expensive. More expensive! She needed a drink... and soon. The local tavern had decent selections of food and drink, maybe even a job listing or two. Surely they'd need a spare dishwasher or a table server... something she could do to rake in a few extra Ryo. Rinka entered the tavern and took a seat at the bar, not really taking any time to bring in the atmosphere. She waved to the bartender and meekly ordered "something alcoholic and strong". What came to her might as well have been water to her. Rinka took a sip and sighed; not a sigh of relief, but one of disappointment. As expected, the human's take on alcoholic drinks was laughable at best. With a simple swirl of her wrist, Rinka produced a light stream of sake and slowly funneled it into her drink. She took another sip; this would have to do for now.
As he kept his eyes peeled on the Dojo door, not knowing thats what it was, a familiar voice rung out. Rinka. " Miss Rinka." He called out, waving his hand while his back stayed to her, eyes still drawn to the door. " Come have your drink with me." he continued, inviting her to the table he had posted at just fifteen feet or so from the bar.
When she would sit, he would glance to her, reading the disappointment in her face before shifting his gaze back again. " What's got you? Didn't you get your puppet?"
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Rinka glanced over at the man addressing her, then made her way over to the table. She sat down with another sigh, adding more of her oni sake to her drink. Rinla glanced down at the cup in her hand amd swirled it around a few times before answering. "Too expensive," she replied. One thing Takumi would have quickly learned in the brief time they had been together would be Rinka's manner of keeping her comments simple. Brevity was key to keeping out of the limelight, and that's all she wanted; to lay low and work on her own terms.
With a satisfied huff, Tsuki cleaned up the mess she had made in the dojo portion of the the building. Pushing open the heavy metal reinforced door she locked it behind her and quickly set about looking over the various patrons she had within the building. Most of them were regulars from Takumi, but what made her smile disappear was the two kiri shinobi... that could be a problem. Even more so if they were sent after her cause of that brief meeting she had with their oinin. She slipped up and she knew it. Biting her lip she relaxed and put on a smile of her own.
Crossing the balcony which bordered the floor holding the rooms and overlooked the restaurant portion she looked down upon them from on high. Her voice light and kind she began,"Well well. Its not often we get shinobi in here. Especially from the land of weird and mist. There's even a rumor you all got overrun by the uhv and now serve em." Pulling a simple hairband from her belt she proceeded to tie her hair up into a ponytail and folded her arms onto the banister.
Rinka moved over, mumbling to herself about something, finally replying with the cost of her puppetry. " I don't have a lot, I just picked up some supplies, but I don't mind to accompany you. I have a thousand Ryo left." He laughed lightly. Finally, the door comprised of metal swung open and a woman emerged that adorned several swords. "Oh...interesting." he said to himself, knowing Rinka would probably have heard him. The female surveyed the room, just as Takumi had. Her eyes seemed to lock upon Takumi just as he had locked onto her. He smiled warmly. Well, attempted to. No matter how honest he could be, he always had a sly expression. The woman would finally move towards him from the balcony. Standing above him and calling down.
Takumi glanced over at Rinka and chuckled softly at the comment about serving UHV. He looked back up to Tsukina with a calm demanor. " If the weird is the floating tree, then yes. We're from the mist and weird." He paused, adjusting the mist headband on his forearm. He raised an eyebrow before continuing, leaning back to fully face the woman. " I've no idea what the rest of the village is up to. They're too absorbed in internal conflict..." he began, his blue eyes turning cold as he continued talking. Giving the impression that his words were to be taken in a different context. "...but the UHV isn't tolerated. Especially by us." He kept his deep burning hatred form absorbing into his voice. The comment would seem to be very bland, his expression is what would purposely be left to indicate there was more to the story.
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Rinka 's gaze shifted upwards to the woman taunting them, her eyes narrowing as they honed in on her. Something about her just rubbed Rinka the wrong way. She spoke in a friendly tone, but the fact that she spoke to them at all meant she had some ulterior motives. Did she want something from them? Was she from an enemy village? Or worse... maybe she was just some airhead who couldn't keep to themselves. Probably safe to say she had her wits about her; most klutzes dont usually carry around weaponry like the kind she was packing. Rinka's piercing gaze turned into an annoyed eye roll as she gave up trying to study the woman. Instead, she'd let Takumi handle it. Taking another sip of her drink, Rinka looked back to the man she was accompanying and nodded. "I'll need 150 ryo," a small request of someone who just said they had a whole grand to spare.
Well that was a relief, while the other villages may have heard about her, none of them really had a reason to hunt her down other then the UHV of course, which had labeled her a terrorist. Visibly relaxing the woman smiled a genuine smile,"Thats a relief, and here I was thinking you were sent after me. The UHV kind of have a bounty on ... a friend of mine. But any enemy of the UHV is a friend of mine. So your room, board, and drinks are on the house today." With a smile to Rentaru she called,"They are on me today." Facing the two she nodded,"Eat and drink you fill. I am sure that Akatsuki and Masanari wont mind putting in a bit of work today." With deft movements that clearly betrayed the level of control the woman had over her body she hopped over the banister and took a seat at the table,"So what brings a couple of shinobi to Takumi? Supplies? Arms?"
