Kimiko Midori.. ''Kimi''.. A loner.. Someone not worth mentioning.. Unless,, you really look at him..
So pretty.. But isn't he a he??
There was no denying it.. Kimiko is a very pretty,, he might as well be a girl.. But he's not.. So why does he feel like one?? He studies himself in his mirror.. The boy takes pride in his looks,, though very feminine.. He readies himself for his day.. Before leaving,, he grabs his rapier,, and puts up his hood..
Let the elements be with me..
Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2018 9:54 pm
Kenshiro Zahara Kevali
... I am the Flame of the North ...
It was just another day in the village and it was time for a bit of the routine that Kenshiro, aka Zahara, had developed since his recommission back into official shinobi status. While it wasn't the leaf, it was a new order of events that allowed him to fully escape the ties of his past. The overzealous religious branch of the Hyuuga had done wonders to drive him into his self exile years ago. A lot has changed since then, he adopted a new form of dress and style and even picked up a few new moves on his part. He began into a new hobby of participating in fighting in unofficial set ups with the common people with fighting rings in clubs.
He sat on a bench with the lull in the matches, cloak draped around him as he watched the people making their bets with a bookie. Today the ring was in the back of a residential building under a makeshift awning, the less rowdy crowd was around today but the matches were twice as ruthless. It was easy to impress drunks in the usual ring in the back of a bar or other dive but here with more civilized people fights were a bit more brutal. It were just the standard match-ups, no excessive force and it was a strange sense of self enforcement on untold rules and if any were broken it opened the flood gates to literally getting your a** handed to you. In some form or another that is.
His next opponent was a tall male at least a year older than him, built upon with more muscle than neck as Zahara discarded his cloak in favor of his mobility. A crowd had gathered for this fight as the no-neck muscle mountain was the crowd favorite and bets racked in as they stared one another down, eyes like daggers and fists clenched tight enough to bend metal. With the signal that the fight began, it was like an explosion as both he and his opponent engaged in quick decisive blows. Zahara felt his opponent's fist connect with his jaw and it had been as if he'd been struck by a sledge hammer as his ears rung and vision blurred. His own attack was a squared off uppercut centered on meat mountain's rib rage, elemental chakra heating up and a small erupting blast connected with his punch.
It took Zahara a second to recover as he reared back with his other fist, more chakra flowing with a crackling display over his skin. This time he intercepted meat mountain's hand and the blast reverberated with a sickening yet satisfying crack of bone followed by a painful hollar. He stepped inside of the man's stance now as he gave a heavy opening as he grabbed his arm and threw the man to the ground using one leg behind his knee as a leverage point.
The muscle monster though had been more nimble than he looked as he fell, he caught himself with one hand with his now only good hand. By some twisted spin of luck, or just a result of mutated genetics, he slung his log of a leg upward toward Zahara's head. Reacting quickly he ducked beneath the skyward leg swipe while he backed away to witness the meat mountain jump back up to his feet, already charging in. Flames flickered along Zahara's left arm as a smirk etched on his face as he threw a final punch, a haymaker that erupted upon impact as it connected square in his jaw with enough force to dislocate it.
The punch landed and meat head remained standing for a moment as Zahara turned his back, dusting his hand off as he collected his cloak as his opponent dropped to his knees first then keeled over face first. Out like a light and he was victor for that match, still he had a massive bruise forming from where he was struck earlier and it stung like hell.
"A bit rusty, but it'll do." He told himself, taking a seat as the fight organizer spoke with zeal and the gathering of people roared as bets were collected and money was both made and lost. Just another fight in the day.
... And the Fist of the South ...
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2018 10:28 pm
Kenshiro Zahara Kevali
... I am the Flame of the North ...
The fights for the day were over once Zahara had collected his meager pay for his work, enough for a decent dinner later at least and maybe cover for the rest of the week. It was an hour that passed once he finished his last bout, the bruising on his jaw went down but he was still sore from a few other bouts he had with a few more fighters that weren't as tough as meat-head. The crowd had all but dispersed at the end of the day and he made his way out along with the rest, hood up and ryo packed away in his pouch. Sun was still out as he took a walk through the village back home, him along with a few others in the neighborhood.
Three people have followed him for the past fifteen minutes since he left the event and once he had noticed them he kept walking. It was easy to see if someone was following if they were inexperienced enough, taking purposeful routes and seeing how often they came back into sight. Two of the three were frequent enough, though he caught sight of the third soon enough and not in the way he wanted. Right as he rounded the corner a burly man swung right at his head with a hefty bludgeoning club that nearly missed him as he reacted quickly with a step to the side as the weapon swung past his hair.
He was more than adept in close ranged combat but he didn't want to make a scene as he worked quickly to take down his assailant, paranoia screaming at his wit's end that the other two were with this man. As he stepped on the side he had positioned himself opposite of the man's weapon arm and with three pokes in the arm, he destroyed a few nerve points with the gentle fist style and grappled his arm with the thumb wrenched against the joint so that one twist would snap it and the wrist while his other hand leveraged the shoulder and forced the man to his knees and would additionally dislocate the entire shoulder whenever he wanted to.
"Who are you?" Zahara said quickly to the man yowling in pain, applying pressure to the thumb lock to goad him into speaking. "Talk quickly or I'll break it." he threatened as he could see the other two feeding his paranoia truth with them coming up with a run, clubs drawn. He warned them off as he twisted the man's arm more, adding a finger to the thumb as the man pleaded for Zahara to stop.
"You've got quite the nerve to injure one of our boys, should've just taken the fall that last match." The lanky one said as Zahara held their friend in tormenting grapple, he didn't reply except with a glare back as the lanky one said to let their friend go.
"Or what? You'll beat me to death?" Zahara said, a sneer playing across his face as before they could reply he snapped his would be hostage's arm in two places which only increased the pitch of the painful yowl before being silenced with a knee to the back of the head. And this was why Zahara didn't make a lot of friends.
The other two were not much of a match as his amber eyes glossed over with a pure white glare, the world he saw turned gray as did the clarity in which he saw increased. Both decided to strike at once with improper movement, not a single ounce of training between them as Zahara weaved inbetween two club strikes, an after image left behind as he moved into the reach of his first target while the second had been bamboozled with the shinobi classic of the substitution with a garbage can. The lanky one was struck in several points on his chest, numerous chakra laced pokes destroying his tenketsu and inflicting nerve damage enough for him to drop unconscious. The second Zahara was less brutal with, catching his arm as he swung the club with one hand and disarmed him just as quickly with a twist in the wrist before delivering a painful jab into the opposite shoulder, deadening the nerves, and he pushed him onto the ground with him grunting in pain.
"Piss off, tell whoever I upsetted to come to me directly next time and not to send his clowns if they had any balls. I won't be so gentle next time." Zahara glowered down to the man as he nursed his own injuries as he looked at his two unconscious allie. The pale eyes of the Byakugan then faded as they closed and amber returned, turning away and taking his leave finally back to his apartment. "Also might want to check your buddy into the hospital, good chance he could go into cardiac arrest after those blows."
... And the Fist of the South ...
Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2018 11:21 am
Kenshiro Zahara Kevali
... I am the Flame of the North ...
The pot simmered in the little kitchenette, dehydrated noodles cooking in hot water over the stove while vegetables were being chopped up on a cutting board. Different greens, onions and a few potatoes and small carrots were set aside as the noodles were drained. It wasn't the most impressive meals when it was all done, but it was one of his simple favorites with the dark noodles mixed with the different vegetables, a bit of oil and an excess amount of garlic that been enough to kill a small rat from its odor. It was always a strong taste in his dishes being a favorite of his among other dishes he just didn't have the time to make.
It was early evening since everything happened that day, the bruises on his body were finally starting to ache with a slight migraine creeping up on him. Dropping his fork, he groaned a bit as the pain was right behind his eyes while his vision blurred. Using the Byakugan was always a detriment, sometimes it didn't affect him as bad but today was the exception as he went for a small locked cabinet.
Now where was it? Zahara undid the small padlock and opened the cabinet near the bathroom. Inside were a few bottles labeled with different dosages and medication names, vitamins and other supplements. He picked out three bottles, opening them to get a dose from each before returning them each and locking the cabinet. With a pitcher of water and a glass, he sat back down at his dinner, moving the plate aside as he took his medication. First was the meds for the occasional aches and a general pain killer, second was a prescribed medication to keep his body from reacting negatively to his faux arm and the third was one he took for the occasional flare ups that came from using his eyes.
He despised the medication but it was a general necessity either way as he downed two glasses of water to just wash the taste from his mouth. A disgusted look formed on his face as he swore silently before returning to his garlic noodles with veggies. While he ate, Zahara read the notes he had taken through the day while at the fight club and thought on the three that ambushed him earlier that day.
So who wanted to make that match one sided? It was an odd thing as he wasn't exactly a native to the village under his assumed name. He still had a few enemies out there, but this time he didn't have any that matched those he knew in mind. The last time someone sent someone after me, I lost an arm. This time it was just a coupe of rank and file thugs probably after a quick pay. He took another bite of the noodles, eyes flicking down to his bandaged left arm. Hmm... I'll need to look into this a bit.
... And the Fist of the South ...
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2018 1:52 pm
__ Obnoxious! Everything was just so insane right now. Uzushio's people, both civilians and shinobi, were flocking to her so aggressively at every turn. Not that it was anything more than annoying at her level of skill, but Zhi couldn't have even much of a moment to catch her breath before somebody or a swarm of them came after her. They were all groaning and growling about wanting her blood, just like the doctors, nurses and patients back at the hospital. "Seriously!" Zhi grumbled as she swept the legs out from under one person then hit them away with a restrained yet decisive strike of the hand, "What is wrong with all of you!? LEAVE. ME. A-LONE!!!!" Zhi roared, only to draw more attention to herself as a result. People started filing out of their homes, yards, off the streets, and out of alleyways just to answer a psuedo-instinctual calling to the lifeforce running through her veins.
Zhi only sighed tiredly, now recalling that her father did in fact give a warning before imparting all these new powers to her. Powers which she was only starting to get the hang of controlling enough to not accidentally use with every damn step of wave of her hands. Although, it was certainly helping that there were some vague memories attached to them like a mental how-to manual. She didn't know whose memories they were originally, but it gave her better insight on how to use a lot of these other kekkei genkai with greater refinement than she actually had experience for. Zhi went back to holding back from killing any of these people apparently trying to eat her alive as she made her way home. There were a couple things she needed to get there so she could look more into this crazy eclipse on humanity. She was determined to use all of her abilities and skills to figure out exactly what was going on here, three and a half kilometers, seven while in one place, of sensory and all else.
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Hot flesh filled the mouth, fluids dripping and the scent of fresh meat addling the more civilized thoughts to be replaced with baser and feral instincts. The sound of flesh tearing and fluid splattering the concrete was almost sickening, down to grotesque. In a river of blood sat the lone male, mounds of bodies lay around in atypical positions. Each were flayed, gouged and were missing limbs on most as their bodies were torn open with claws like that of an animal. He felt alive as he ripped a chunk off of the leg, more blood dripping down from his hands and staining his teeth.
The scene itself was like an open room littered with the random bodies of the fallen, blood flowing like wine enough to cover up to the knees. Far as the eye could see, it was empty save for mounds of corpses and endless darkness that stretched on for as far as the eye can see.
A pulse rippled the air itself, a dark red fog with the scent of iron moved around the scene. Visages of the deceased lingered as this lone male remained where he been, unaffected by the apparitions as more materialized into view. One, two bodies appeared as ghastly figures, one by one more appeared as they hung from an unseen noose fitted for each and their limbs suspended like a ragdoll marionette. Shadows, spectres of the victims revealing themselves as the man consumed the latest victim.
The moon hung in the air with its bright, radiant light like an angry eye staring down from above. It was a deep shade of red far from any shade normally natural, it was red like a fire burning with an unmatched fury from the deepest level of hell. He stood finally, a long exhale escaping him as his lips curled back as it turned to a hiss, breath visible from the chill in the air itself. Long black hair, glaring red eyes with veins pulsating from the temples as looked up at the moon. The air pulsed, the moon shook and the man hissed and flinched with each reverberation, thoom thoom thoom. Sound was drowned out as the sound of a heart filled his ears, a metallic taste in his mouth. He looked far into the moon as he grimaced as a light rain fell of more blood and he dropped to the knees as the moon was no longer a moon but a face.
The face of the victim.
"RAAAAAAAH!" Zahara screamed as he tore himself back into reality and fell to his hands and knees. A painful ring pierced his mind as he growled and snarled out of intense frustration and felt as if he was fighting against himself. The Byakugan was alive and well as he slammed his left arm into the concrete as he finally took a grasp of his sanity just as his fist struck the ground, volatile chakra erupting and blowing away a good two foot chunk from the ground that been reduced to dust and pebble like debris.
He breathed heavily as he picked himself up to his feet, plopping his back against a wall as he observed his surroundings as it took a second for the byakugan's intense clarity to sink in. He saw everything around him finally as the hallucination slipped away from his mind while his mind was left clouded with intense, foreign and almost disturbing feelings he was trying to sift through.
His hand slid down to his side as he slowly became aware of where he was, an alley just off one of the main streets. Garbage lined one of the opposite walls, pipes ran up the building he was against while he saw the inside of each building itself. A kitchen with dining room and upstairs quarters, restaurant. Smaller rooms in the building behind him, varying hallways and furniture, dormitories or apartments. People, strange chakra readings complete with erratic atypical human behavior as he pulled back from his observation and instead looked to what was near him. He took a sharp intake as he could taste the metallic taste of something foul in his mouth, hands damp and dried liquid on his lips, chin and slightly damp boots and clothes like he been splashed by something. Even more strange, his teeth felt different against his tongue as he worked his jaw.
Fangs.
There a good couple feet away was the body of a man laying in blood pooling from several wounds, his legs were laying even further away while his neck and shoulder was like it was ripped and torn, flesh rendered down to until the bone of the shoulder. Zahara took a few slow steps as he was at first confused as he still fought off his mind playing tricks on him. Painful aches twitched at his left arm and he felt strange alien pulls to a compulsion he couldn't explain but to tear into his flesh more. <********' hell." He breathed out as he looked at the man's face and knew instantly of who it was as he almost felt the need to vomit. This was the man who jumped him earlier that day as he was coming home, now he lain dead with legs blown completely off and a deep gash in the neck area. Realization was sinking in as Zahara looked at his own hands, examining his clothes and the bottom of his boots. He wasn't just damp, it was blood and the metallic taste left in his mouth and lips was not his own blood. But this man's.
Zahara dropped to his knees as he shook his head with a surreal thought, confused as he couldn't begin to wrap his head around the situation. "My senses are sharp." He said inbetween heavy breaths, "and my mind is my own." He added as he grimaced, jaw set and closed his eyes as a growl came from his and he punched the ground again. Last he remembered was being home, everything else was a blur or blank as he sat there now fighting a powerful urge that seemed unnatural.
He stood agan, shaking his head as he used his active eyes to observe more of his surroundings.
Niko and Hisashi finally make it home after a long tiring and draining day. It had been so tiring that Niko didn't even bother to train before going to sleep. She laid down immediately and closed her eyes. "Goodnight Hisashi."Then Niko drifted off to sleep. What awaited her though, was unpleasant and traumatizing to say the least.
The rumbling and shaking were signs that the building was coming down. There were small streams of dust and debris falling from the ceiling. They were running out of time. Itsuki stood with his red, sharingan eyes in front of Niko and Hisashi in an attempt to guard them from any further damage. Niko's arm was seriously injured and Hisashi had taken a big hit. She was looking over him trying to help. Things were not looking good for the trio. They were up against a very powerful shinobi, one that they had no hope of defeating. He was slowly approaching them.
"Hoi! Niko! Snap out of it! We need to think of something quick!" Itsuki's rallying fell upon death ears. Hisashi laid there, fading, and Niko couldn't focus on anything but. "Niko?! Dammit!" He quickly formed a hand seal before activating a jutsu to counter the man. "Great Fireball!" The large black fire ball raced toward the shinobi and exploded on contact. Smoke rushed spread everywhere in front of them. "Did I get him?" Out of the smoke, walked the enemy shinobi unscathed. "No way!"
The enemy shinobi disappeared for a split second before reappearing in front of Itsuki. He punched Itsuki in the gut, knocking the wind out of him and dropping him to his knees. Then, the enemy shinobi kicked Itsuki out of the way. Itsuki rolled about seven feet away from Niko and Hisashi. As he was trying to stand, the enemy shinobi formed a hand seal and shot a fire technique of his own at Itsuki. Not being able to dodge, Itsuki was hit and pushed back further. He was out cold.
The enemy shinobi turned to face Niko. She looked up and got to her feet. Her right arm was shot and all she had left was her left. She raised her left arm, gathering the little bit of chakra she had left in her hand, and fired off a dragon bolt. The man dodged it easily and was not amused. Niko fired another as he got closer. He dodged it and dodged the next one as well. The enemy shinobi was now standing face to face with Niko.
Niko tried to swing, but barely had the stamina left to do so. The attack was easily avoided and countered with a left kick to her bum arm. She cried out in pain as she tried to get back on defense. The man however, connected with a left straight. Niko's weak side was clearly her right at the moment so all of the enemy shinobi's attacks were focused there. She was easily overwhelmed. Knocked to the ground in front of him, Hisashi couldn't bear watching any longer. In pain, he quickly sprung into action biting the enemy shinobi and causing him to cry out in pain.
Itsuki began to stir as this happened and saw it as his opportunity. He quickly tried to stand and prepares his chakra. Niko, who was now trying to get back up, watched as Hiashi and the man wrestled. "Hisashi KΕtai!" Hisashi ignored the command. "Hisashi! KΕtai! KΕtai!" Niko started pleading as tears rolled down her face. Hisashi never let go of his grip on the enemy shinobi. His arm was bleeding rapidly and he kept punching Hisashi in his face in an attempt to get him off. Hisashi was finally knocked loose, but jumped at the enemy shinobi again. The man knocked him out of the way. Hisashi quickly recoiled and sprang again. Niko, who made it back to her feet, was about rush them when she was suddenly grabbed by Itsuki.
"Niko! We have to go NOW!" She was being pulled away by him struggling to get free. "Hisashi! Let me go! I need to help him!" Itsuki kept pulling. "The whole place is coming down Niko! We HAVE to go!" Niko watched helplessly as the enemy shinobi and Hisashi were going at it. Hisashi barked. "Niko! GO! LIVE!" Niko's tears kept streaming. "Hisashi no!" Itsuki began to pull harder. "Niko!" He activates the wind riding technique. "Let's go!" In that moment, Niko's worst fear was realized. The enemy shinobi took out a kunai and impaled Hisashi in his chest. He stood over Hisashi as he wrenched and turned the kunai deeper. With a yelp and then a small whimper, the life slowly faded from Hisashi before her very eyes as they rode away.
"HISAAASHIIII!!!" Niko screamed as she awoke from her nightmare in a severe panic. It had all felt so real. Breathing heavily, she instantly ran over to Hisashi and hugged him waking him up. "Who?! What?! Where?!" He could see Niko sobbing into his fur. He nudged her. "Niko? What's wrong?" Niko shook her head in his fur before looking up to him. He was thoroughly shocked and confused. Niko smiled at him as the tears kept falling. "Oh Hisashi! I thought I lost you! When I say kΕtai, kΕtai!" Hisashi was still looking at her dumbfounded. "Hisashi? Are you listening?" He barked. "Yeah but Niko... Your eye..."
Confused Niko stood up and wiped away the tears. Her eye was feeling a bit different, almost like it was using chakra. She walked over to her mirror. It was as if she was seeing herself for the first time. Her face turned sour in disgust. There, in her left eye, was the start of a whole new chapter in Niko's life, one that was shrouded in complete mystery.
After finally falling asleep after discovering a very disturbing secret, A strange red light ran into her room through the window. It danced over Niko, stirring her and causing her to wake. She felt strange though, hungry for some reason. Her teeth felt sharper than normal as well. She didn't really think on it to much, nor did she care. She needed to eat. Without even dressing, she jumped off her balcony and into the red night sky.
Niko knelt and watched over the housing district. Then, she saw a woman. "She looks... tasty..." Niko followed her. At first, Niko wasn't as stealthy as she'd like to have been almost getting caught several times. Soon however, she was able to continue to pursue the woman flawlessly and stealthily. She was able to blend in, and in some cases become invisible. She followed the woman, without even knowing why, until the woman was about to walk past an alley. Niko quickly yanked her in and bit her neck. She began to drink the blood of this woman as she tried to cry out for help. They fell on deaf ears. The woman soon fell and perished as the blood dripped from Niko's mouth. She then returned home, bathed and went to sleep like nothing ever happened.
Niko awoke, with absolutely no memory of the blood moon, and a lot on her mind. "The sharingan...?" Niko felt some type of way. She had her opinions on those with access to dojutsu. Now, she was one of them. Disgusted with herself, she decided to spend her morning training her clan style on the roof. Her clan. Not the Uchiha, but the Hatake, her birth clan.
She started with the lightning clone. The lightning clone was a technique that she was very familiar with. The transition into a much stronger version wasn't that hard to obtain. She used the basic technique, and infused a bit of her "special" lightning. When she made the clone, it quickly used the electric body technique. She was able to perfect this over several more tries with different techniques.
The next one was a personal favorite. Her father used to do this all the time. She actually learned the jutsu already. The problem however, she had no idea how to control it. This jutsu was definitely going to cause some damage to everything around her. Instead of using it to it's fullest potential, used held only a kunai in her hand. She activated the technique and ten lightning kunai started floating around her. The only thing, they started slashing at everything. Niko struggled and struggled to gain control. After about five minutes, she was able to control them gracefully, but not before tearing up the roof some more. Shaking her head, Niko left another note.
Sorry about all the damage. Please see Niko for issues. Have a good day.
Returning to her home, Niko walked in from the balcony with a strange feeling. The feeling she had was doubt. Up to this point, Niko believed to know everything about her life. Not even in her craziest of dreams, she never would've imagined having a sharingan. She looked in the mirror. It wasn't activated. "Where did it come from?"
Sighing, Niko tried to take her mind off of it. She looked around her home for a moment. Then she found what she was looking for. Dusting off an old journal, Niko opened it and read it. Then, she closed it and made up her mind."Hisashi," Niko called to him, "We're going now." Niko had her plan for the day made. She knew she was going to the gully first. Seeing how the dojo wasn't an option at the moment, Niko had a brilliant idea, one that even got her "free" fish in the end.
Zahara was in his apartment for a long while as he let the thoughts run through his mind of what was going on as he changed his clothes. His gear was drenched in the blood from his earlier victim, the thug from earlier in the day, the one man who he spared. Recollection of the incident was lost on him, only a muddy haze tainted by addled thoughts and insatiable lust for blood. It took everything in his being to not indulge on the blood from when he was at the scene and even now as he stripped his clothes off and donned a new set with a red jacket. When he looked in the mirror in his bathroom, Zahara had noticed his eyes were a deep red now as well as the fangs he had already learned of. He kept thinking it was a dream and any second he would awake and this would pass, alas he stood there and gazed at his transformed self as if he had transformed with a technique.
So I really killed him then? Zahara asked himself as he straightened his jacket, with a long heavy sigh, inspecting himself in the mirror. Just what is going on? He turned away from his reflection as he heard a banging at his door, a scream as someone yelled for help before the noise stopped followed by a scream. He stepped out into the living room to peer out the window to see what the commotion and he saw two men running in the opposite of his door, one fleeing from the other who seemed to give chase. s**t.
The village was going mad and it seemed he was on the short draw of this deal as he felt the urge to killing the man running away. To feast, consume and devour every... drop... of... blood. A low hiss came from Zahara as he slammed his fist into the table and fought against the urge and he bounded out the door in a full sprint, yelling out at the two running as he felt the pang of good ol' human instinct.
"Oi, hold up there now!" Zahara yelled out as he threw a shuriken from his pouch, skipping it off the ground and made it catch the pursuing man's attention. This worked as he stopped like he were a machine and the poor prey kept running, his predator now turning his attention on Zahara as he peered back at him with red eyes and a gaping jaw full of fangs. "Oh hello neck biter, did I interrupt something?" Zahara said with a smirk as he rolled his shoulders as he came charging at him with reckless abandon. With his byakugan active, Zahara entered the palm stance as he readied himself for the man. Like a wild animal the snarling man lunged at him with arms outstretched and mouth open to bare his fangs. With practiced discipline, Zahara bent down low to avoid his arms and swept forward with a rise, palm outstretched to strike square in the sternum.
The strike was more than enough as the chakra echoed with a low reverberation. Snarling ceased as he dropped like a sack of rocks, crumpling to the ground in a daze. "Relax, it just stuns you." Zahara sneered as he looked down at the stunned man as he struck the side of his head with a heavy punch to knock him out entirely. On a closer look, the man wore the village metal headband on his arm and carried tools like a shinobi. "Well s**t, just what is going on here?"
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... And the Fist of the South ...
Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2018 5:44 pm
__ A heavy sigh fell from Zhi's lips as she released one more unconscious, vampirified villager from her small grasp. It was a good thing she was a lot stronger than she looked. Fighting all these waves of citizens and the occasional ninja was actually really tiring. Even the normal people seemed to be pretty strong for their lack of training when encountered in such numbers. "Whatever this blood moon is... is really troublesome. All these mobs are making me feel like I might run into a boss fight soon or something..." Zhi jumped over to the next rooftop and kept her senses on full alert as she took what little time she seemed to get since this phenomena began.
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tab Lahlil ran through the streets without even looking back. She was terrified that clone or whatever the hell it was might find her again. She wouldn't let herself fall back into into that illusion world again, she wouldn't let herself become a slave to her mind again. It seemed however that madness was not only running amok in her but in the entire village as well. She had been attacked twice already by others in the streets and was only able to lose them thanks to some cleverly placed illusions and leading them through a maze of back alleys. Marbles! What is going on? Is someone attacking the village? Frantically she looked around her surroundings, which were for the most part residential surroundings. If she could just find somebody maybe they could pool together their strengths or.. something, anything! In futile desperation Lahlil called out with a chakra enhanced voice. Hekireki Koe no Jutsu [ Thunder Voice Technique ]"Hello? Is anyone out there?"
"GRAAAHHHHHH" A deep and monstrous voice echoed out into the ominous darkness illuminated by the red moon. A hunched over human shape would appear in a flash, it's squatting position giving it a very unorthadox feel. Gnashing teeth revealed fangs that had extended far beyond the normal length of a canine tooth. Red glowing eyes fixated on the soft blues of the shinobi nearest him, Zhi. " ZHIIIIIIIIYAAAHHH" He cried out loudly. His voice twisted with excitement, blind rage, pain and hunger. He would launch himself forward at the blue haired woman, slashing his hand as though they were claws at her. The strike would be slow. Slow to Zhi. She knew Masato's physical abilities. It would be obvious that he did not fully recognize her as he launched a half hearted attack. After the feigning strike he would land in a hunched over position, arms hanging loosely at his sides.
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_β β’ Berserker Discipline _β :Your external training and devotion to taijutsu has allowed you to have moderately increased Strength and Fortitude. _β Your hardened body allows you to mitigate the pain/status effect of an incoming attack for two post per body rank, allowing you to continue the fight until the pain or hazards settle in. _βFurthermore, if lethal damage is suffered then the delaying ability will be nullified for that effect. β’ Brawler Discipline _βYour Speed and Reflexes are moderately enhanced. _β You gain an additional 2 ninjutsu slots per rank. β’ Taijutsu Specialization _β Start with an additional Taijutsu _β All Locked Formless are treated as Complex for interactions with other techniques. β’ "The Good Host" PA x2 _β Implant Chakra Cost Requirements Γ· 2 β’ "Masato Smash" PA _β Masato gains an additional Taijutsu Style. β’ "Adaptive Nature" PA _β Masato gains an additional 2 Custom Slots β’ "Melee Prodigy" PA _β While the eyes of the user are active, every other rank of the eyes (1 tomoe, 3 tomoe, eternal), a slight reflex boost is conferred. β’ "Unity of Ninshuu" PA _β The study of Ninshuu Masato has embarked upon unifies him with those around him. Any religious missions completed with another individual count towards collaboration training with that individual equal to the posts done to complete the mission.
PassiveEffects: _β True Belief ___β Increases Stamina by +25 for every style mastered. _β Enlightenment ___β The user is now slightly more skilled at just about everything. Striking, blocking, moving, absorbing, and taking damage. ___β The user's strength and fortitude is increased heavily. _β Shooter Stance ___β Any techniques from this Style gain a mild strength boost per mastered stage if used while in this stance. _β Upgraded Caliber ___β When in the shooter stance, the strength of their strikes is increased moderately instead of mildly. _β Magnum ___β Grants a slight striking speed increase per mastered stage of this style. _β Designated Marksman ___β Allows offensive techniques to be Complex, sending dense chakra orbs from their fists to extend their impacting range as well as allowing them to now "punch" ninjutsu. The chakra orbs will hit with 2x the strength of their normal punch, and travel at 2x the speed of their punch for 30 meters. _β Whirlwind Training ___β The user trains to be better suited to dealing with the shock of landing and training the muscles of their legs and arms. ___β Raises the base level of the user's speed by one descriptive rank per learned stage of this Style. ___β These descriptive ranks cannot be drained by the techniques in this Style. _β Switchblade Training ___β The user may switch directions when landing a flip, allowing for one to flip backwards and then forwards and vice versa without a moment's hesitation. ___β May use up to one technique per post that would lower the descriptive ranks affecting their speed without suffering that reduction. _β Perfecting Balance ___β Balance and endurance are increased, allowing them to run faster than the average person without losing their balance. ___β Every Soft Physical Formless technique used confers one descriptive rank of speed to the user for the duration of the fight. ___β Attempts to throw the user off-balance that are of a lower rank than the userβs highest trained rank in the Soft Physical Formless Style automatically fail to do so. _β Advanced Whirlwind Training ___β The userβs reflexes gain any and all bonuses afforded to their speed. _β Manriki Burabura [ Weighted Swing ] ___β Simple techniques in this Style and related Formless techniques are treated as Complex. _β Kikkyo [ Diligence ] ___β The maximum speed for all techniques in this Style at one rank lower than the highest trained rank of the practitionerβs Hard Physical Formless Style. _β Oni no Nigiri [ Ogre's Grip ] ___β The user needs only a single hand to wield their massive weapon. When wielding it with two hands, techniques from this Style that consume an extra activation when used above the user's body rank do not do so. _β Bounetsu no Jutsu [ Flame-Resistance Technique ] ___βProtects the user from damaging themselves with their own techniques and is able to withstand increasing amounts of heat. _β Teikou no Kuntou [ Electrical Resistance Training ] ___β Protects the user from damaging themselves with their own techniques and is able to withstand mild currents. _β Botany Journeyman ___β -1 post to the D - Rank and the A - Rank missions. _β Sage of Ninshuu ___β -2 posts to the A - Rank and the S - Rank missions. ___β Converts the S - Rank mission's Korabo effects to combine chakra and stamina pools together for all linked persons forever. ___β Reduces ability to Kai out of genjutsu by 1 rank and raises chakra cost of Kai by an additional rank. ___β Genjutsu affects all that are sharing. _β ANBU Shadow | Tactician ___β -1 post to the D - Rank, the A - Rank, and -2 to the S - Rank missions. ___β By Concentrating, Tactician can gain information of one known technique per post of concentration automatically draining A Rank chakra/ stamina. ___β Can alter origin point of projectile techniques by 3 meters per rank [ 12 meters ] _β Doctor | Emergency Specialist ___β -1 post to the D - Rank, the A - Rank, and -2 to the S - Rank missions. ___β May retrain techniques to decrease sustainment cost to E Rank minimum.
Niko and Hisashi returned home from a long day. The conversation with Itsuki left her emotionally drained. Hisashi went to lie down, knowing he would get an earful tomorrow. Niko placed her things on the table and the fish in the fridge. She took a moment before walking to the mirror. She remembered Itsuki's eyes, red and seemingly superior. Before she knew it, her left eye activated. There, was the same red superior eye. Niko sighed before deactivating and getting into bed. Before she drifted off, she thought of Itsuki one more time. "The only way to bring about a lasting peace... Is to eliminate shinobi altogether. That is my belief. The world I wish to create." She rolled over and closed her eyes.
