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 Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 9:37 pm
He found himself at the clearing where he had trained every day for the past two years. Today he saw that training in motion, and how it went against another's training, in the tournament for rankings for the first squad. It went well, he thought, as he sat down beneath the oak tree he always sat beneath.
The man's thoughts cooled, focusing on himself and his goals. Had he impressed anyone today? Had he drawn too much attention to himself with his stableness in combat? His heart raced as the large shinigami thought about his fight.
Then he thought about Bukotsu, and aptly sighed at his friend's misfortune. Another sigh came from him as he then began to think about the small self righteous speach he had made...
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Humbra generated a random number between
2 and 7 ...
7!
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 1:44 pm
[1]
He came back from the tournament untroubled. His first opponent, a long time friend and ally, had been removed from the tourny, and from the upper echleon of the first squad. That was good. It's always the leaders who seem to die the most violent deaths.
Ugu was in his small training spot again. He stood amongst the ruined grounds, seeing the blood stains and uprooted trees in the area. His muscles flexed as he walked toward the outer edges of the training grounds.
The shinigami stood in front of a thick-looking oak tree. His right fist then slammed into the oak- landing a heavy blow on the tree's bark.
Unarmed: 2-7
Unarmed Accuracy: 13/9/5/1
[Tree HP: 3-RANDOM NUM]
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Humbra generated a random number between
2 and 7 ...
5!
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 1:46 pm
[2]
The tree, from Ugu's thunderous punch, was ripped from its source. It toppled over with a fist-sized hole in it. He, barely a moment after the first fallen tree, went to another: smashing his fist into it, too.
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Humbra rolled 4 6-sided dice:
6, 6, 6, 3
Total: 21 (4-24)
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 1:50 pm
[3]
Another punch slammed into a tree, blowing it completely over. His muscles tensed as he followed through with the punch. He bent a knee as his punch warped the frontal bark of his tree. A massive crunch exhoed throughout the silence of the country-side.
Ugu stood up once more and headed toward another tree. His fist then connected with it. However, with this punch, it was followed up by three others.
[Unarmed: 2-7 x 4
Unarmed Accuracy: 13/9/5/1]
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Humbra generated a random number between
8 and 28 ...
9!
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 1:56 pm
[4]
Shattering amounts of wooden splinters came off of the trees as his four punches landed. His muscles continued to move, too, as he followed a rapid path to whichever tree was closest. Another four punches sent themselves at a tree.
[Unarmed: 2-7 x 4
Unarmed Accuracy: 13/9/5/1]
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Humbra generated a random number between
8 and 24 ...
9!
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 1:57 pm
[5]
There was a less fabulous ending to this tree as it simple fell backwards and onto the green grass behind it. He uprighted himself after sending the tree away and moved towards another unlucky tree.
Another bark smattering punch was let loose.
[Unarmed: 2-7 x 4
Unarmed Accuracy: 13/9/5/1]
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Humbra generated a random number between
8 and 28 ...
9!
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 1:59 pm
[6]
The tree that befell the unluckiness of facing Ugu's fists was pushed over by the consecutive strikes. He moved away from the fallen trees to bash against another. Four punches, speedily done, would smash into another defenseless tree.
[Unarmed: 2-7 x 4
Unarmed Accuracy: 13/9/5/1]
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Humbra generated a random number between
8 and 28 ...
22!
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 2:00 pm
[7]
Ugu's muscles bulged as he continued forward on his strength exercises. His fists met another tree, to smash it too, as he continued his strength training.
[Unarmed: 2-7 x 4
Unarmed Accuracy: 13/9/5/1]
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 2:03 pm
[8]
Ugu stood away from the fallen tree. He moved away quickly, heading toward another tree with his fists coiled back. The shinigami, again, let loose four punches at the bark of the unlucky tree.
"Honor."
((Bah.))
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 2:05 pm
[9]
He, after punching down the tree, continued forward. He ran up the length of the fallen oak and jumped toward another poor piece of plantlife. A punch flew from his right hand, smashing into the tree, and a massive left leg followed. After the two attacks, a third movement with his right leg attacked the defenseless tree.
"Trust."
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 2:07 pm
[10]
Holding himself to the tree, with three of his four limbs attached to it, he punched with his remaining arm. His left fist smashed into the bark of the tree as he let go of the warped oak. He fell back from the now flying tree, landed on his feet, and rushed toward another victim.
"Chivalry."
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 2:09 pm
[11]
The next tree he had infront of him was a conifer. He bent down as he ran toward it, and cleared the underbrush of the pined plant. His right fist, then his left fist, contacted the prickly bark of the soon-to-be-very-much-hurt-tree.
"Truth."
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 2:10 pm
[12]
After the two punches the shinigami bent his right leg. He shifted his weight onto the right leg as he ripped a left kick through the short distance at the tree's bare bottom. The attack ripped the tree from its roots, sending it against another conifer beside it.
"Comradery."
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 2:16 pm
[13]
Free of the overhanging conifer he stood tall once more. He let out a violent roar as he rushed toward another tree, this time a spruce, and slammed his fists into its white-gray bark. Two straight punches went into its thick mesh armor, and another two punches quickly followed in suit.
"Leadership."
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 2:19 pm
[14]
Four more punches rammed into the spruce before it befell a creaking death. His muscles flexed and contorted as his punches made contact. Within another moment he was off, again, toward another tree. His feet tapped against the green grass where several hundred pieces of bark met their final resting place.
"Tactics."
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