"Keep on attacking, i just need to read something over." Sei would get out her kenjutsu scroll as she said this, reading over Akira again. Perhaps it was a taunt to be reading during a fight, or maybe she really did need to look something over. Nonetheless, she put a seal up to her chest, meditating after putting the scroll away again. [8/10]
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II_Nanite_II
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2015 11:08 pm
Concentration, meditation, contemplation. Patient wasn't exactly his specialty, and he was counting on Sei to come charging again. Neither the case, that wasn't the case and Aian was stuck meditating, for whatever reason. He, Sei, must have suspected other intentions, which was to be suspected. Smart, graceful, and one hella'va taijutsu fighter. Than, it finally came to him. Peeking an open, saw the shuriken from early, laying on the ground. A quick, unnoticeable glance that might save this match after all. Still, three shuriken wouldn't be enough, not enough to stop Sei. He needed more, needed the place covered from top to bottom. He exhaled again and raised his chin, opening his eyes. His expression was calmer, precise and well adjusted. Sei, whom was across, spoke but Aian didn't listen. His words fell on deaf ears as plans were formulating. Pain, the burning sensation in his abdomen still curled his skin but it remained a reminder. On that thought, Aian curled a knee up and stood up to face Sei. [3/6]
Immediately, Aian drew six more shuriken and charged again, tossing more and almost repeating his first action. He knew he wouldn't hit him, but that was the point. Get in close, assess his position, chase him, and take whatever he can dish out. Terrible idea, yes, but necessary. Aian came straight on, and leaped towards him, twisting his body, drawing six more shuriken while mid flight, and used the momentum to kick towards Sei's face, expecting a block. [4/6]
"More shuriken?" Sei only had to stay still as the shuriken whizzed past her hitting the floor behind her. As this happened, Sei got ready for another burst of action. Reading Aian's breathe and mimicing it once more, she reached into her bag for something. As Aian's kick started twirling around Sei ducked and threw a rope dart up, holding onto the opposite end. Aian then kicked the rope and the weight of the dart made him wrap his own leg. Sei then started sprinting, the force of the run tugging at the rope binding Aian's leg bringing him to the ground, and knocking him off balance.
As Sei ran she dragged Aian behind him. Then, she stopped abruptly, Aian still sliding on the floor. Sei turned and put her arm forwards, fan closed but pointing towards the sliding boy. When Aian stopped, her fan was within inches of Aian's face. Sei would then flick her fan open, revealing that it is not a normal fan, but actually a fan of blades, razor sharp. If he had slid a bit further, Aian surely would be bleeding right now.[9/10]
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II_Nanite_II
>>>Techniques Used<<<
May Wind, October Rain Rank: D : : Simple Description: A technique used purely for evasive purposes, the user will will synchronize their breathing to that of the opponent, allowing them an indication as to when they are being attacked. Those who have learned this particular technique find themselves unable to perform this indefinitely. • May only be used four times • Good for one evasive action
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2015 11:58 pm
Aian stepped into his high rise attack knowing there would be severe repercussions, and there certainly was. *Fshhht* He glanced back to see how Sei dodged and found a more sinister maneuver in play.His foot was grasp by the rope, the firm grip fastening down only symbolized the rough ride ahead. Just as he land, his shuriken riddled hands ready to swipe the rope, his balanced was pulled from beneath him. *Thunk* His head banged against the floor. "Dammit...!" He shouted when Sei began to drag his newly genin prize around the room.
After the bonk on the noggin, Aian's shurikens fell from his hands, but purposely. Chakra threads attached to four of the six shuriken, and while he was dragged around, connected more chakra. Embarrassing as it was, it proved more fruitful than dramatic. His eyes were pinched closed after connecting the strands, until he came to a stop. Peeking an eye open, saw the bladed fan inches from his throat. Blood trickled from a small cuts from the dragging and, overall, Aian didn't look exactly put together. He pressed his lips together, anchoring his jaw up to extend his neck, away from the fan. His hands, out stretched began to come together, raising as if to surrender. As if to throw off Sei, opened his mouth to speak, and utilizing quick reflexes, snatched Sei's wrist. As his hand closed on his wrist, the shuriken behind them lunged forward. *Shlckk* The fan blades slashed the side of Aian's neck.
As sei was pulled in, Aian cut his own throat with Sei's fan it made her tick a little bit. 'How could he be so reckless....' Sei thought, as she noticed the new threat zooming towards her. With some quick thinking, she devised a way to take minimal damage. Leaping over Aian she landed with her back to the shuriken, tucking her arms and legs in front of her. Aian would be forced to lay down from this and Sei would then tuck her head down, her eyes inches away from Aians eyes. As she gazed into his green eyes the sounds of shuriken digging into her back played while she smiled to Aian.
"That hurts, you reckless dunce." At that moment Sei would make a face mimicking that of a raging bull. Through her eyes she molded chakra around her, creating fiery pauldrons and guantlets, the latter of which would start burning Aian's hand. Three flowers would also appear above her and a clone would appear from two of them. The clone would then create seals and use the substitution jutsu, replacing the fiery Sei with itself. Sei would then create some distance, her dart still wound around his leg.
>>>Who I'm Interacting With<<<
II_Nanite_II
>>>Techniques Used<<<
Sei: Katon: Nenshou Tosshin (Fire Release: Burning Rush) Rank: C Description: A two-part technique that acts much like the Katon: Kyuuka no Jutsu. With the same seal sequence as the a forementioned jutsu, the dragon, ox and hare are added at the end and the technique changes from defensive to offensive. As the customary sphere surrounding the user appears to fade out, it instead sweeps back and wraps itself around the user in the elemental shape of flames at the arms and shoulders. At this, the user finds themselves temporarily invigorated. Note: This jutsu is both defensive and offensive, both blocking attacks and acting as one itself. The secondary effect here is that the user is able to move at a slightly more increased speed than usual alongside the actual flame effects that obviously harm opponents upon contact. Lasts 5 posts.
Karei Hana Soushi [ Beautiful Flower Creation ] Rank: E Official Description: By focusing the chakra and molding it into the shape of a flower or petals, the user can create multiple flowers or petals to use. The maximum amount of flowers that one can create with one use of the jutsu is three, the maximum amount of petals one can create otherwise is 100. Fields of natural flowers can be harvested quickly using this technique, doubling the amounts. The Taju version, for an A-ranked amount, can create either 48 flowers or 1600 petals. Guild Description: Must learn before proceeding to the other techniques. The Taju version, Taju Karei Hana Soushi [ Many Beautiful Flowers Creation ], is a separate jutsu that must be learned and listed like the other Hana Jutsu. The average ratio of petals to flowers is 33 to 1.
Hanabushin [ Flower Clone ] Rank: C Official Description: By performing the necessary hand signs, one can create a clone created of petals or flowers. This clone looks like a normal kage bushin, but has one-half the amount of fighting capacity. Once destroyed, this clone will explode in a burst of razor sharp flower petals, and release a pheromone which will cause normal shinobi to go delusional for two posts while causing those with higher smell abilities to be delusional for twice as long. Guild Description: The gas lasts for two posts before dissipating into the atmosphere, and overwrites any active emotives. Requires 2 flowers' worth of petals, minimally. Clone: Kawarimi no Jutsu [Change of Body Stance Technique] Rank: E Description: Kawarimi no Jutsu is a basic Ninjutsu technique. When in danger the ninja will quickly substitute themself with another nearby object. This can be a block of wood or even another person. This allows the ninja to quickly flee and hide while the original object takes the brunt of their opponents attack.
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Speed it considered 3.0 for the duration of burning rush.
Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2015 10:42 pm
Blood trickled from Aian's neck. Truth be told, it stung quite a bit. He never expected this spar to turn so deadly. With the fierce exchange of blows, shuriken, gashed neck, this was all becoming more and more serious by the minute. His mind wondered while Sei began to react. Maybe it was time to set this spar aside, perhaps concede before they got too out of hand. Sei jumped over and tucked himself near Aian, whom was about to leap to his feet and saw his smile. There was sincerity in his smile, a femininity he couldn't quite place his finger on. Still, while she smiled, he smiled back, their eyes meeting. He knew right there, for years to come, they would be doing this.
From a generous smile came a ferocious, demoralizing frown of hostility. His hand began to burn, and peering over, saw his hand become engulfed in what appeared to be a fiery gauntlet. "Ahh!" He expressed and released his wrist and clapped his hands together, mimicking Sei by using a substitution jutsu. However, his was different. In the puff of smoke, there was a hasty retreat as the rope was untied and Aian appeared not to far from the clone. He didn't exactly use the substitution, only the smoke cloud to conceal his actions. Seeing him, in this state, across from one another, Aian wasn't in the best shape. He quickly grasped at the gash on his neck, applying pressure with his left, fresh, non burned hand. Sei certainly had the upper hand, but now that ninjutsu was introduced into the game, it would become much more... Not interesting, but different. [5/6]
"So much for friendly competition." He forced, an agonized tone slipping from his voice. It seemed all but dire for Aian, and he clapped his hands together. Preforming several hands seals, began to run forth again, bee-lining towards the clone, or so he assumed. Pieces of fiery armor covered Sei, and that was the clones target. He didn't know what techniques Aian had, and used that to his advantage. These simple illusion clones, three of them, split from Aian's person, phasing from his body. Aian separated one clone, him and the clone running a fair distance around the opposite sides of the fiery Sei and towards, whom he thought, was the original. Two other clones were quick to attack Sei's potential clone.
What was difficult was to discern the illusions since Aian released the chakra threads when he preformed the jutsu, interrupting his previous technique. Only then, did it appear. Aian, himself, stopped in mid step, gliding across the floor to grab two shurikens, picking them up and launching them at the clones back. To give the appearance they were real, the one approaching the original Sei launched a rising knee. Meanwhile, the other clone leaped into the air to strike while the other moved for a Cave-In palm. None of these clones would connect, it was simply a means of distracting and discerning the real Sei from the clone.[6/6 Iwagakure, Rising Knee and Cave-In palm. ]
Aian sent forth his clones to attack alongside him, and split them up, creating two teams of two. Sei was pretty sure which technique he used to summon them but couldnt be sure. Nonetheless, she didnt know which one was Aian, original, due to the cloud of smoke.
As one opponent attacked Sei and two attacked her clone in the smoke, the clone just stood there to test the theory of what technique it was while sei did a quick one-two punch to the one attacking her at melee range. All three poofed as she felt another two sharp pains in her back, adding another two shuriken to the count on her backside. Looking behind her, she saw the original.
"Let's finish this." She said, smiling at Aian. The smile was different from the raging force he had seen before, showing him that Sei had not completely lost herself to rage. Sei then did a few cartwheels backwards into the smoke the boy had created to conceal his actions. Throwing up hand seals she created three illusion clones of her own. It was time to fight him with his own strategy.
Deactivating her fiery gauntlets early, Sei exited the smoke sprinting. the original Sei and her three illusion clones ran at a high speed at Aian identical to one another so Aian would not know which was which. All of them at the same time would push him upwards, the illusion clones poofing because of their contact. The flower clone would then make hand seals as the original would grab Aian and slam him into the ground from about ten feet up. Aian would not feel the ground for long however, as the air around him would start swirling and lifting him up, sending him flying at the dojo wall.
After her final combo was finished Sei would meditate for a moment on what she'd learned from the training session. Then, making her flower clone and remaining flower poof she would walk over to Aian. "I think that's enough for now, We need to patch ourselves up. Perhaps you'd like to take a break at the spa with me once we clean up?" [10/10 Akira- Speed]
>>>Who I'm Interacting With<<<
II_Nanite_II
>>>Techniques Used<<<
Sei: One-Two Punch Simple :: D-Rank The user rushes up to the enemy and strikes quickly with both hands aimed at the chest where both of the lungs would typically be. If the technique is successful, it would knock the air of an enemy causing them to be winded. If someone were wearing claws or weaponry on their hands when they did this, it would most probably puncture an enemy's lungs.
Bunshin no Jutsu [Clone Technique] Rank: E Description: Bunshin no Jutsu is a Ninjutsu technique which every ninja learns at the Ninja Academy. The Bunshin technique creates a copy of the ninja without substance. The copy resembles the ninja in every way. This clone can function as a distraction or as means to confuse one's opponent. As soon the Bunshin gets attacked or comes into contact with an opponent, it will disperse. • Creates 3 per usage
Meteodrive Complex :: B-Rank The user infuses both their palms and legs with chakra. They then rush up to the enemy and push them with their palms which are infused with chakra. Once the push connects, the enemy will be paralyzed for a moment in which the user then picks up the enemy and leaps into the air. Since their legs are infused with chakra, they jump at least ten feet in the air. At the climax of the jump, the user slams the opponent downwards, causing them to slam into the ground. If the user has a strength over 6, they are capable of causing the enemy to shatter the ground below them due to the force behind the throw.
Clone: Fuuton: Hana Chirimai (Wind Release: Flower Scattering Dance) Rank: B Description: Fuuton • Hana Chirimai is a Ninjutsu technique utilizing the Wind Element. After forming the needed hand seals, Fuuka will create a spinning vortex of flower petals. This vortex can engulf her target to limit their vision and then slam them into nearby objects.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2015 1:24 am
When Aian slid across the floor and grabbed the shuriken, he braced himself on his burnt hand, causing a moment to flinch after the thrown shuriken had pierced into the back of Sei. He maintained on one knee, his left hand hand moving back to the wound on his neck. The bleeding was beginning to stop, slowing as the fight progressed and reached his right arm downward, towards the floor, extending his fingers. He could feel the burning tingling in them. Second degree burns they were, and the least bit enjoyable. Laborous as it was, Aian forced himself to his feet and watched closely as Sei began to get to work on his next attack. Behind him linger the stilled clone, he he peeked over his shoulder to watch before turning to the brimming, red light of Sei's jutsu in the smoke. When it dissipated, Aian pressed his hands together to prepare a jutsu of his own. He grunted at the burn but forced himself.
Clones emerged from Aian's previous smoke screen. Not knowing whether these were illusion clones like he was. Quickly, his hands created seals but his speed was no match for his. But one 'snake' away from creating walls, Aian found himself in mid flight. Sei followed soon after to capitalize on his helpless situation, smacking him down with some force. It didn't end there, for mercy was to be had. Sei used whatever, flamboyant jutsu to creating a spiral of flower petals which Aian finally caught onto. There was some thing peculiar about this boy. He couldn't quite put hsi finger on it but there was definitely some thing fishy.
Aian hovered to the floor and he sighed, tired from their little conflict and smiled. He'd never had such a thrilling encounter in, well, since his academy exams. "Wow..." He simply exclaimed and look towards Sei. "We need to do this again." He began to wrench his body up while Sei approached him. As a kid would be, Aian was excited about the prospect of another training session much like their recent one. He grinned and looked down, leaning over and placing his left hand on his lap, giving a heavy exhale. "We'll get patched up, but this isn't over." He declared and stood up, making his way to the dojo exit.
Bloody and tired, Sei followed Aian out of the dojo, returning what few weapons she had, along with the scroll.
[Exit To] Kiri - Hospital
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II_Nanite_II
>>>Techniques Used<<<
>>>O O C<<<
Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 10:01 pm
Strange encounters were apart of life, they were the experience, to have a woman come onto them so strongly was always flattering yet Aian took it into more confusing terms. Granted, his boasting was known for being the 'Strongest genin in kiri' but, deep down, didn't think it'd appeal to anyone. "Ahh!" He expressed in great distress. His head rattled as he entered the dojo again, shuffling his hands through his shaggy long hair. There was confusion, plenty but he was literately over complicating the entire issue through over thinking the situation. Simply put, there was only one solution to this crazed train of thought; training. Oh no, not ordinary training, the hardest, most profound training even the likes of chunin, possibly jonin would keel over from. Yes, Aian stepped into this Dojo for one purpose... Or rather two, to clear his head of such improper thoughts to remove his 'Staggering' situation down below and train. He deemed himself the strongest in Kiri for a reason, and now was the time to prove that.
Training began with the usual; warm-ups. Now, Aian wasn't sure how warm up started in other villages, but Kiri had this certain hallway you entered. Every day, the traps were set differently, and everyday, some one got plucked a few times in the rump with kunai, shuriken, and senbon in their rump. Pesky issue, but Aian was ready today, this wouldn't be like the other days. Each and every trap were going down, regardless of what the instructors said.
Before the looming hall, it's ceiling seemingly endless in the shroud of darkness, loomed many traps. Some puppet dolls, others kunai launchers and a myriad of other devices. No, not today. He stared to the dark ceiling, glanced around the hexagonal shaped walls, dipping in out and pronouncing their obscure architecture. Wood panels covered the walls, each housing their own traps. To date, few genin have ever passed such a treacherous trial. "Phhhhu...." He exhaled and took his position outside the corridor. Fifty yards of traps, disasters, puppets, and much more. He stared out, the hall appearing more expansive, with the hexagonal dips in the walls awaiting their next victim; and came the first step.
Kunai launchers to his left sprung from above, barely visible form the looming ceiling, fired a volley of kunai. Aian grabbed his last six shuriken between his knuckles and expertly blocked one, dashing to his side to dodge the others. One managed to breach his hasty dash, slashing through his jacket, slicing his bicep. "Grrr...." He growled and began towards the wall, running up briefly. His hands clapped against the wall, feet kicked back and lunged towards the launcher. More kunai began to reload the block of steel braced on simple metal pool jutting from the wall. His arms wrapped around the pool, squeezing while the kunai launcher fired again. He couldn't exactly break steel yet, but he was getting there. "Auuugh!" Using his formidable strength, tore the pole from inside the wall, dismembering the weapon. More launchers appeared, this time razor sharp wire spewed from their boxes. Anchored on poles, Aian, pulled the kunai launcher by its pole in front of him, where the wire easily snatched onto. The metal launcher began to compress as the wire indiscriminately compressed.
Aian landed with a bounce, thumping on the ground before firing himself into the air again. His shinobi training displayed itself remarkably as Aian bounced off one wire and raised his foot. It came crashing down on the wire launcher ensnared on the kunai contraption. With his increasing strength, metal came splinter up as bolts and screws broke, metal compressed. Remarkable the damage one could do. That was only the beginning. Kicking off the destroyed machinery, he projectile himself towards the other wire launcher with a heavy hand held back, and one grand, heavy handed swat, tore through the pole protruding through the wall.
After his latest attack, Aian was crammed against the wall, sliding down while everything else came tumbling down behind him. An impressive show Iwagakure style beginning to grow in him. Thus, a new test came clamering down the walls in protest. Armed with katana's, dummy's emerged from the shroud above, five to be precise. Skilled by nature, their fuinjutsu tags attached to them wouldn't allow them to harm nor kill a student. In fact, they were the safety instructors to aid students in case the wires caught them. However, they found themselves a challenge. Aian jabbed his fists into the wooden floors, breaking them with relative ease. As they slid down, their wooden feet splintering into the wood, they lunged. Aian pulled his hands out, now covered in heavy rocks, raised them to protect himself.
Sparks spewed from the incoming attacks, the pressure from all five swords against the overgrown fist forcing Aian off his footing. He recovered by leaping back, though now unleveled by the gloves, raised one up to prepare an attack. Four dummies began to shuffle ahead after him, while another leaped into the air. Aian used his fist as a projectile and threw it hard, releasing the rock from his hand and turning it into a boulder thrown directly at the puppet. In mid flight, there was nothing it could hope to do. By raising its sword to an angle, feebly attempted to block the strike only to be crushed into splinters and debris on the floor.
When Aian landed, he was must met with great resistance. Their swings were exactly fierce, simply back and forth, up and down, and diagonal. Still, their speed had some merit, and the lot of them made dodging some thing of a challenge. Aian stepped back, stepping aside from one swing, quickly throw his back to dodge a right, throwing himself forward to dodge another, upward swing, and finally retaliating with a fierce kick to the puppets midsection, shattering it to pieces. More swings followed, two in sync and soon blocked by the large, gloved rock fist. Another blade came zipping forward, only to be side stepped. In the midst of this, threw his palm forward to strike the weaker, more brittle splints in the puppet, turning the once sword-wielding puppet into brittle wood. --------------------------------------------- Moments ago, Aian entered the hall where traps and puppets a plenty sat poised to strike their genin down. This was their great challenge as youngsters, to fight through. Most didn't make it for good reason. Just listen, listen to the struggle happening inside. *BRRRK!* came explosions, *CHHRRRK!* metal shattered and wooden splintered. Whatever was happening in there wasn't exactly going as planned, for some minutes later, Aian came rushing around the corner. His chest rose up and down, panting heavily while dozens of kunai and shuriken zipped through the entrance. Tied to them were a series of explosives tags, which pinned to the wall and created a large gaping hole. Rubble, splinters, and bits of wood fluttered down and clacked against the floor.
"Never.... Never again." He gasped and slid down the wall, his jacket and pants sliced and torn. His bandage from earlier, still fastened around his neck remained. He held it, suddenly thankful his head was still attached after such an adventure. His hand clasped around his chest, doing his best to regulate the heavy breathing before staggering forward, gathering his footing again. There was no way he, or maybe any genin was getting though... Not in one piece.
Upon returning to the dojo, Sei would grab the Akira scroll once again, meaning to progress a bit further in the style. Noticing Aian coming back from his brutal training, she couldn't help but go and tease the boy. She walked up to him, snickering. "Your mission was that hard?" She glanced down at her friend's pants. "Must have been something fierce to have you sweating like that."
>>>Who I'm Interacting With<<<
II_Nanite_II
>>>Techniques Used<<<
>>>O O C<<<
Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2015 11:56 am
"Gah...." Aian grunted again and spread his legs across the floor, lounging back against the wall while he took a well earned breather from his recent training session. He'd never looked so disheveled in some time, or rather, since Sei and him were training. He started picking away at splinters and metal shrapnel, thinking about different genin and their sparring sessions.... And Sei arrived. Foot steps drew closer, and as per usual, Aian didn't pay much until her words came slithering out. Well, he imagined them slithering out, her voice appeared more pleasant after realizing she was, in fact female. Possibly a different perspective. As she talked, Aian, through his arms up in exhaustion when she mentioned him 'sweating' knowing exactly what she was doing. He took to his feet rather fast, and pulled Sei around the corner by the sleeve. "Shhh!" He threw his index finger to his mouth, looking around cautiously. "Don't mention that.... It was an accident, that's all!" He expressed, quite alarmed by what others would think if they heard. Unlike Sei, he had a reputation to uphold, or so he liked to believe.
Aian pulled her around the corner to stop her from saying too much. He mentioned an 'accident' that was too good a chance to pass up. "Pffft-HAHAHAHAHA!" Sei burst out in laughter. "I was just messing with you kid, you're way too young for me anyways." Sei teared up she laughed so hard. Wiping away the tears, she changed her voice to the seductive tone. "Yet this accident you speak of.....are you actually admitting you liked it?" At this point she was just causing mischief, something she never got to do a lot back at the monastery, and it felt great.
>>>Who I'm Interacting With<<<
II_Nanite_II
>>>Techniques Used<<<
>>>O O C<<<
Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2015 5:15 pm
At times anyone can say they hate some one and not mean, and this was exactly that time. Aian glared, his eyes narrowing, the sheer hate radiating off him like a malicious aura. He was not amused, not one bit. "Stop that!" He leaned forward on his tip-toes and barked, leaning back and crossing his arms like a disgruntled child who didn't get his own way. "This isn't a laughing matter." Said young Aian, trying to maintain his composure in the worst imitation of mature behavior, mostly discredited by his recent antics. "See, that right there, don't be flirting with kids.... I mean other shinobi!" He barked this time, slipping his tongue and avoiding calling himself a kid. It usually happened quite often considering his short stature. When Sei leaned in and began to speak to him seductively, Aian leaned equally away, keeping a certain distance from her. His cheeks became a radiant red and he paused, trapped in the obvious mischief of Sei. "Ahh...." He blurted out, at a loss of words. His hands waved into the air, rattling his head back and forth and walking away. "I'm not doing this!" He threw his hands in the air and started off, still blushing brightly.
