Jaice Genin "The word ' discipline ' is something that I would never give up, no matter what."
~Kirigakure l Genin l Hyouton l Class: Kenjutsu/Bloodline l Chakra: 285~
With that Def con 1 had been set and Jaice remembered why he wanted to fill the boy with senbons. Returning the cold glare Jaice could do nothing but think of hanging the boy off a glacier with nothing but his handband on. In his days at the academy Jaice understood what was needed and never enjoyed others stepping on it. The fact that Aian spent an extra two years seemed comical to him. "An extra two years? I left same time as most people did" he replied to the soon to be hurt boy. His hands went to his sides as the little one stated that Jaice could learn something from him. The idea almost made him laugh, almost as he stepped from the water. "really? then why not a match"
"But it`s not because it is my pride that I will not give up. It`s because I cannot give it up, that`s why it is my pride."
There was obviously some thing missing from his train of thought. Most genin didn't leave at eight-teen, or at least Aian didn't think so. He knew, and accepted he was no child prodigy and understood the fundamentals for shinobi training for the most part. With that, Aian rolled his eyes and sighed, face palming when Jaice stated he left when most genin did. "Ugh..." Groaned Aian. "Most genin don't leave at..." He gave Jaice another examination, leaning in to stare at his face more closely. "What are you, twenty-two? Most genin don't leave at twenty-two." Now, with Jaice leaning down and glaring with a what seemed to be a sly smirk in Aian's perception, the little Koton user straightened his mouth and didn't much bother giving the notion of an open challenge much thought. The Mizukage was quite firm earlier about his violent escapades.
Aian stepped back and waggled his index finger at Jaice comically. "Oh no, you're not going to get me in trouble with the Kage. Last thing I need is to be stuck six feet under in the river in a block of ice." He began and adjusted his posture and tapped his chin, looking off into the distance while he contemplated a more reasonable solution to their problem. And with a snap of his fingers, Aian thought of a perfect idea... A contest of ability as shinobi. "Alright..." He started and slid beside Jaice, shoulder to shoulder, or what could be thought as shoulder to shoulder. In a very animated manner, threw his hands forward and suddenly became focused, more focused than usual. "Next person who walks into the academy will be the judge." He spun on his heel and stepped back, still pointing towards the door. "Whoever they decide is more awesome, me, is the more better shinobi." He crossed his arms and nodded to himself assuredly. "And don't forget to watch that hip, don't want it coming out of place." He gave a chuckle at the comment.
The two genin noticed another shinobi enter the academy shortly after Aian chuckled to himself. They saw what seemed to be a boy, who proceeded to look around and then head for where the academy kept its scrolls. The shinobi didn't pay much mind to the two as they watched him pass by.
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II_Nanite_II
Ikari1
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I suppose I'm to be your judge then. razz
Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2015 6:34 am
Jaice Genin "The word ' discipline ' is something that I would never give up, no matter what."
~Kirigakure l Genin l Hyouton l Class: Kenjutsu/Bloodline l Chakra: 285~
Twenty two? Jaices mind tried to wrap itself around the thought that the young boy that Jaice was twenty two. In truth he did look older than he was but he was eighteen no younger no older. In truth he had gone into the academy late so he could regain use of his right arm, then move it without pain or falling off. Jaice needn't tell the boy why he was the age he currently is just needed to show the young boy to learn some manners. "A challenge in whose the best shinobi. Are you trying to be comical or were you born with a red rubber nose". Jaices pride stopped him from disagreeing and waited for the stipulations of the contest.
"But it`s not because it is my pride that I will not give up. It`s because I cannot give it up, that`s why it is my pride."
Presto amazo, a fellow genin entered the academy training grouds right on cue. It was like divine intervention, or destiny, some thing like that. Either way, Jaice and Aian had their official judge which brought a clumsy, if not dimwitted childish grin from ear to ear on Aian's face. "Perfect!" He stated and shot his finger at the walking by the. With almost forth dimensional movement, Aian appeared over Sei's shoulder and tapped him on the shoulder. "Sir, you've been drafted." He suddenly stopped and leaped in front of him, throwing his arms out and imitated an action pose. "As the judge for the most Awesome Shinobi Contest!" He declared and kept his pose for a brief moment before straightening his body out and jabbing his thumb out towards Jaice.
"See that chump." Stated the eccentric, arrogant Aian. "We need a judge to see who's the best genin.... I'd whoop'em but the Mizukage already gave me a warning." He began and made a quick hand seal, quickly coating his left arm in Black Steel and straightened his arm out to Sei, with his fist pointing towards him. "So, we're going to put on a show of skill. And whoever puts on a better show wins. Will you be our judge!?" He exclaimed, completely ignoring Jaice's comment, and him entirely, for that matter.
As Sei was rummaging through the scrolls a younger looking shinobi tapped her shoulder. As the boy went into a long explanation of what he wanted out of Sei, she grabbed a katon scroll and looked behind her. "I suppose it couldn't hurt. What did you have in mind, child?" Sei looked around for the Hanako Clan's flower jutsu scroll. Grabbing one of them she stood up, facing the colorful genin.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 5:40 am
Jaice Genin "The word ' discipline ' is something that I would never give up, no matter what."
~Kirigakure l Genin l Hyouton l Class: Kenjutsu/Bloodline l Chakra: 285~
Sighing Jaice followed the buffoonish boy and brought himself to do the competition. His current skill wasn't to be used for such puriel things as this but to keep the young hot head down and calm Jaice accepted and wasn't going to back down yet. Jaice looked over to the new person entering as Aian asked him to be the judge. He would walk over to the opposite side of Aian and prepared himself.
"But it`s not because it is my pride that I will not give up. It`s because I cannot give it up, that`s why it is my pride."
Night and day didn't go hand in hand in Kirigakure. When the murky grew thicker and steeper, it usually indicated night. To foreigners, this was a strange aspect of the time cycle. How could villagers and shinobi live in such a diluted fashion? A question which natural selection gave treatment. Through perseverance and keen senses, villagers and shinobi alike became all too accustomed to their murky world. Shinobi took this as an advantage, using the mist to elevate their ninja training to entirely different levels. Villagers became exquisite hunters and trappers, hiding amid the steep mist for their prey. Alas, this was Kirigakure. Strength did not matter, but to one genin, it did. Young and aspiring, this genin was Aianburrado, one of the few whom could lay claim to the Koton bloodline. A firm believer in strength above all, he flourished in the early years of the academy. Undeniably so, Aian was born in the wrong time line. His skills and behavior seemed more towards that of psychological madness by attacking his opponents through sheer will and strength and little attention to strategy.
In the academy, this approach was typically one of most students, however he bested most. It was cause of this behavior he was forced into several more years of training and tutoring to control these brash tendencies. These years, however, proved fruitful by calming the volatile spirit most Koton bloodlines carried; and in these years, learned creative methods to his arsenal of ninjutsu, taijutsu, and kenjutsu. He invoked the strength of his bloodline and turned simple shuriken into deadly, earth shattering weapons. Other genin, even some chunin were mildly impressed by this combination of kenjutsu and ninjutsu. His black steel shurikens matched by insurmountable strength gave him a keen edge. Though, this only one trick. However tactical it may seem, it brought about a while new understanding of kenjutsu and a respect for the art.
Aian discredited Kenjutsu, stating its use against him was 'rubbish' yet there he was, a grand ole hypocrite. This training would spawn a more developed understanding on jutsu's, especially those of lower class. While other genin were striving to obtain bigger, more powerful, Aian's thoughts were brought elsewhere. Tools such as string, or rather wire pulled from an Impervious appendage became quite the useful commodity as they were hardly seen. He could create devious traps, manipulate the string, and soon enough, capture the more elusive genins. Though their reflexes and speed usually outmatched his own, clever traps usually better them.
When genin broke free, it was typically too late. Aian, whom was a fierce combatant never gave his opponent time to retreat. Probably a weakness yet sufficed, for the mean time. Through all this grand progress, numerous enemies were created in the young genins life. His antics and ever persistence of aggression created enemies that would later linger on long into his shinobi life. An incident in the academy during the graduation exam gave him quite the reputation for violence and competitiveness. During the graduation exam where academy students were pitted against one another in absolute concealment of mist; Aian proved himself not only the senior, but better. Using his new found reppling skills with wire, cause more damage than was necessary. Traps skillfully sprung broke ankles, his crude power shattered limbs, and the test was soon brought down to two individuals. Considered a genius of her time, Aian was fours years her elder, and four years more experienced. She, undoubtedly, was attempting to become a member of the seven swords, and thus, came prepared with expert swordsmanship.
A blade granted by her father, she was intent on dismantling the infamous Koton genin, and she did. With a sword granted to her by her father, she cut down his numerous and powerfully thrown shuriken and closed the distance. There, the two began their impressive combat through an astounding visual of Premium Heart taijutsu against Mist Sword style, the two clashed. Black steel fists and hardened kicks were thrown in great succession. He often leaped back and used black steel shuriken form his armored limb, which chipped at the immense blade. She, however, used Hidden Mist and flooded the mist with poison mist. Early in the academy she attained B-Rank techniques, and a great many to aid her in this fight against ever aspiring Aian, whom created a mask of black steel. There, chunin instructors were amazed to see the two clash inside the poison, neither of them relinquishing their footing.
Experience versus genius soon came to an end when the genius leaped from the mist and Aian followed. Both exhausted from their clash, Aian came out more wounded than his opponent. Carrying numerous gashes through his clothing and bleeding, he persisted directly into her trap. He used his wire to constrict her ankle, tugging her towards one last strike. It was to his dismay, and that of instructors watching that he exposed himself to the ever deadly Merciless Drop technique, one no one thought was feasible by an Academy student. Before the sword could come down and definitively eliminate Aian from the shinobi records, instructors intervened before any further harm could be done. What was considered a harmless academy exam elevated into what could be considered a chunin exam. Though the girl was declared the definitive winner, Aian would no doubt be risen among his peers for Genin. --------------------------------- Training, strenuous training began to return to return to Aian. Years spent in frustration to practice and hone his skills became fruitful and essential to his obtained shinobi style. Trapping enemies and hitting hard, that was the base of fighting style. Being a ninja, shinobi, follower of shadows was another matter. Strength was the perception most genin had, producing grand scale jutsu's to overwhelm whomever they're pitted against. Some times, more clever genin would come forward with unique genjutsu abilities and specialized traps. He would have to find his own shinobi method which didn't revolve around fighting head on. A task in itself, it wasn't impossible, especially if he wanted to be recognized as a true shinobi of Kirigakure. His years of arrogance and dismissal of others in volatile mannerisms didn't speak much for his characters. This would lead to a more refined practice. Maruton techniques combined with his natural Koton would become the base of this.
Death was an unfortunate part of shinobi life, a part too many became mutually acquainted with; Aian was no different. Though there was no clan for him to follow suit with, there were friends whom were like family. These friends were once enemies, even the genius girl whom defeated him. Mayumi, Katashi, and Raiga. The four of them were a squad of there own. Mayumi, Katashi, and Raiga had their own sensei, and while Aian remained in the academy to hone his skills and understand shinobi procedure, their friendship never dimmed because of title or status. Raiga and Aian were often at odds, sparring with one another from time to time. Raiga, whom implemented clever genjutsu alongside maruton typically got the better of Aian in there quarrels. Never the less, this only strengthen their bond through competition and persistence. It was when Katashi, Mayumi, and Raiga left with their sensei for their first B-Rank mission did their bond become severed.
Shinobi from Iwa intervened on Raiga's team escort mission. This intervention lead to their sensei, Mayumi, and Raiga losing their lives. As bloody as the conflict, this was not an act of war. Two missions intertwined with one another leading to multiple deaths. Not only did Kiri fail the mission but lost promising shinobi. Katashi, however survived this close encounter with death. Aian, who waited at the gates for the team to return, and none came. They were reported dead and Katashi was brought to the interrogation center where he remained for several weeks. One week before Aian would receive his head band, he trained his attained skills thoroughly and perfected them. His quelled aggression came out again after their deaths. Young and unsure, this was to be expected. An elder came to Aian during his many training sessions and spike with him. He explained to the soon-to-be genin that this was the life they chose. Friendship and companionship was fleeting in the eyes of shinobi. Listening to this explanation was harder to accept than most. It became clear that death wasn't an option, nor will it ever be. A new drive came over Aian, one that was dedicated towards strength and commitment. To die a shinobi death, to a degree, was considered honorable but that wasn't the way he'd die; no.
Sei accepted the role as judge and Aian took position in the clearing where his stance was wide. His legs evenly between one another, his left in the back and right in the front. With a deep breath, his muscles tensed. The black steel was decipating and, before it could disappear, reappeared on the left, held out arm. His taijutsu stance was standard and well placed. It was obvious he'd be starting with taijutsu and moving into the ninjutsu after. "Shall I begin or should I let you embarrass yourself first?" He snickered.
Creating a clone, Sei grabbed a fuuton scroll and left her clone to do the first bit of judging. If she was to practice her Ninjutsu, she needed to be able to hear herself think. Stepping away she found a nice area away from others to practice her jutsu.
Opening the scroll for Katon Sei immediately figured out which jutsu she was going to learn. After reading them over carefully she put the scroll away and began channeling chakra. [1/2]
After channeling chakra and spreading it out over her entire body, the wheels began to turn and she felt herself heating up the air around her. It seemed she was emanating chakra that would quickly burn through her opponents. [2/2 Hotto Houyo (Hot Hug technique)]
Following the technique Sei would then start to focus and mold a new set of chakra. Even as she felt the air around her heat up, this was good training for tolerating her own fire. [1/2]
Next Sei would create fire from the newly molded chakra. It engulfed her upper body and arms and both created armor for her to wear and a powerful weapon that could burn on contact. [2/2 Nenshou Tosshin (Fire Release: Burning Rush)]
Satisfied with her katon jutsu Sei would then dissipate the flame and take out the fuuton scroll. Unfurling the scroll she took a look at it and one jutsu immediately caught her eye. [1/5]
Sei read the jutsu she was about to learn and then rolled the scroll up and put it away. She then did as she had done before with her fire jutsu and started channeling her chakra. [2/5]
As she channeled her flower petal shaped chakra it began to take on a more physical appearance. Cherry blossoms appeared and started swirling around sei as she molded more chakra into a great wind. [3/5]
Soon the wind that Sei had summoned started to pick up. Its gales started to take on a more physical shape and soon there was a visible cyclone in front of the genin. [4/5]
Petals danced a swift but eloquent number as it kicked up dust obscuring the vision of those who would venture too close. After a small bit of time however the whirling mass of petals dissipated, leaving Sei to dance a solo once again. [5/5 Hana Chirimai (Wind Release: Flower Scattering Dance)]
Meanwhile back at the entrance, the clone waited for the two to start. "Whenever you two are ready."
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Genso Bushin no Jutsu [ Illusion Clone Technique ] - E Rank
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2015 12:10 pm
Jaice Genin "The word ' discipline ' is something that I would never give up, no matter what."
~Kirigakure l Genin l Hyouton l Class: Kenjutsu/Bloodline l Chakra: 285~
Jaice would sit cross legged as the young lass created a clone to judge the meaningless contest and practice honing her skills. In all honesty he respected her choice and almost thought about doing the same but his clone would probably kill itself from having to listen to Aians incessant mumbling about who was greater and how he would use Koton. The steel user did intrigue him a bit as he would use it with taijutsu but it made little importance to him. "You're free to go first bobo" he would look straight a head wondering if Aian would realize he called him a clown in another language.
"But it`s not because it is my pride that I will not give up. It`s because I cannot give it up, that`s why it is my pride."
True, in more than one way, Aian didn't come off as the more calculative and analytic genin. If anything, he acted much like a serious clown, however, his general skills were nothing to scuff at. He didn't know much about Jaice nor his skills and assumed them to be lacking, over all. It did bring some interesting thoughts to mind as to what his skill set would bring to their immature competition, but enough of that. To begin, Aian snatched several shuriken from their pouches and clenched them between his fingers. His arms made an 'X' across his chest and legs spread further apart. There was a pause while he began to fixate, taking in several breaths and preparing for his display. "Take a step back and prepare for a show." Surprisingly enough, Aian was calmer, more controlled and more centered. It became apparent he, among others, was taking this more serious.
From an untrained eye, his didn't appear to be much but closer inspection spoke another story. His Impervious Armor was at work, and one by one, used the technique 'Saiko no Buki' to attach black steel strings to each shuriken. This took a moment to complete, the wires tying themselves through the center, sewing them in place before three others broke off after strapping themselves firmly around his unarmored fingers. In the blink of an eye, Aian's shuriken flung forward toward Jaice with impressive velocity, throwing his arms with a certain ferocity. "Raagh!" He grunted as the black wire around his unarmored fingers cut when the spin shuriken came to a stop inches from Jaice's chest. He tugged them back and, in sync, spun around in sets of three. Impressive control but that was only the beginning.
Aian's hands were thrown behind him and he leaped two feet into the air, throwing two precise kicks before falling to the ground. His right leg spun forward and forced his body into a full spin. While in mid spin, the shuriken colliding, sparking together for effect and, just as the sparks came, were pulled apart to continue guiding them together. He didn't master the wire use for his shuriken and felt the wire begin to unravel around his fingers. ON his unarmored hand, this seemed a blessing since blood began to drip. Desperate to correct this mistake, threw the shuriken into the air for the 'Raining Shuriken' technique. Seeing as the wire unraveled, it could be easily assumed he hadn't mastered the technique as well as he'd hope.
While the shuriken spun up, Aian kept moving and charged his balance. Green chakra began to radiate. Some thing big was about to happen. Using a multitude of hand signs, demonstrating his lack of hand sign speed, slapped his palm against the ground and summon a single steel wall in front of him; Kōryūheki. He made an immediate dive toward the wall. The steel enveloped him into a heavy coat of steel. It pressed against him into a form fitting armor which was quite heavy. Rolling into kneel stance, his charged chakra feet burst him forward again with a *Brrrk* lunged forward again with a fierce 'Somersault' which, considering the extensive armor surrounding his person, was executed quite professionally. He landed two feet in front of Jaice, panting after exhausting so much chakra. It was apparent he was quite tired and readjusted his stance after a quick breathier, forming another basic taijutsu stance. Above, shuriken began to rain from above, surrounding both Aian and Jaice.
"Who's the bobo now?" He stated, not exactly knowing what a bobo was. His 'Coat of Steel' began to fade after the statement and dropping with loud *Thunks* to the ground.
Sweat dripped off Aian's face, obviously low on chakra and exhausted from putting on such a display of Kenjutsu, Taijutsu, and Ninjutsu.
Chakra 45/275
Ninjutsu Used- D-Rank: Coat of Steel, Kikou no Mukankaku [ Steel Release: Impervious Armour ], Saikou no Buki [ Steel Release: The Most Awesome Kind Of Weapons ] C-Rank: Kōryūheki [ Steel Release: Steel-Style Wall ]
Jaice Genin "The word ' discipline ' is something that I would never give up, no matter what."
~Kirigakure l Genin l Hyouton l Class: Kenjutsu/Bloodline l Chakra: 255~
As the boy preformed his theatrics Jaice couldn't help but notice the boys apparent skill. The over confidence annoyed him a bit but decided not to go all out as he took a break and let it fall as he took out a single senbon. Using the flat of his hand Jaice would toss it high into the air and with one hand preformed the handsigns for a hyouton jutsu.
He would look at Aian and slam his palms into the ground and called the jutsu "hyouton: Hyourou no Jutsu [ Ice Prison Technique ]" suddenly four pillars would rise from around the boy and encroach around him as he made another set of hand signs and watched as water from the air surrounded his hand and formed a katana "Suiton: Mizu no Yaiba (Water Sword)" the blade would manifest as Jaice would wait for the senbon to fall before turning around.
As the senbon fell Jaice would raise his hand and preform the handsigns for another jutsu. Suddenly water would form in his and become slender "Mizu Kagami no Jutsu (Water Mirror Technique)" the mirror would shine and show the senbons decent as Jaice without looking at anything would thrust the blade backwards and let it launch towards the boy. The senbon would through the water until at the last second Jaice solidified a small area to knock the senbon forward along with the the sword aiming towards Aians chest.
Turning the mirror into ice Jaice would form a single hand sign. Suddenly the ice would begin to fold and shape itself as Jaice tossed it into the air above Aian and watched as five senbon rained down from above him. Forming a string of handsigns Jaice would let wind form behind the senbons of ice in for small little pockets. "Fuuton: Happa Shinkuutai [ Bursting Air Pockets ]"
Wind appeared behind the falling ice senbon and formed small balls behind them. With a snap of his fingers the the balls burst releasing a surge of gale winds behind the ice senbon making them fall faster as the five made their descent. The first three would hit the frozen part of the blade and make it fall into the ground almost three inches from Aians heart and making the last two hitting the metal senbon and making it change its course causing the metal senbon to glide beneath his groin and narrowly miss the area that would make Jaice laugh hystarically. "try not to move you may become a woman if you move incorrectly"
"But it`s not because it is my pride that I will not give up. It`s because I cannot give it up, that`s why it is my pride."
Getting out the scroll for her clan now, Sei read over the first few techniques. Then, holding her hand out palm up she would create three pink lotus flowers from her chakra. These flowers floated around the genin as she continued reading. [1/1 Karei Hana Soushi [ Beautiful Flower Creation ]]
Taking one of her flowers, Sei focused chakra into it to shape it, reform it. Before long the flower had taken its new shape, a shield. The shield stretched out in front of Sei, providing an excellent way to block attacks. [1/2]
Next, Sei would see how much the shield could withstand. she began throwing punches at it, just normal ones as she wanted to see how weak it was. The shield did not break. Then she tried something else. She'd read that it was weak to fire and the flowers would burn up in it, so she used burning soul and put her hand up to it. Wierd, the flower didn't burn up. [2/2 Hanatoku [ Flower Shield ]]
Focusing chakra into two more flowers, Sei changed their shape again. This time the chakra did not create a shield, but instead a clone. The clone looked just like Sei, perhaps even cooler. [1/2]
Sei did the same as she had done with her shield, this time holding up the flame to it before punching it. The flame did not affect the clone, which meant her flowers were resistant to her own fire jutsu. [2/2 Hanabushin [ Flower Clone ]]
Meanwhile, back at the entrance, the two bickering ninja finished their combos. Sei's clone poofed and the original sei came walking in. "Very good, the both of you. Yet, as it stands, neither of you have proven you are a true shinobi of kirigakure." At that moment Sei sped through the room, faster than either of the two had been moving. Turning around, Sei gave a smile. " This time, you are competing against me. In order for me to properly judge your skills, I need you both to put aside your differences and come at me as a team." Sei then removed her sword from its sheathe and changed her breathing to match the Koton user's rhythm. Expecting a close ranged assault, she turned her body defensively so less was exposed.
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II_Nanite_II
Ikari1
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May Wind, October Rain - D Rank
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Not a spar, btw. Purely roleplay value, but treat it as if it were a spar.
Looking down at steelskin's feet, Sei remembered the ice."Oh right, you cant move can you? I'll help you out, with a move you may find very familiar. Watch closely, you wont want to miss it." Just as quickly as she had said this, Sei was right in front of the frozen genin. A swift side kick would hit the genin in the chest which would cause the ice to crack. Then, a second blow would hit him square in the stomach, breaking him free of the ice and knocking him backwards.One thing the other two would notice as Sei stood defensively once more is that three flowers floated around the tomboy.
>>>Who I'm Interacting With<<<
II_Nanite_II
Ikari1
>>>Techniques Used<<<
One-Two Kick - E Rank Taijutsu Karei Hana Soushi [ Beautiful Flower Creation ] - E Rank Bloodline (Eyes)
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Admiration and respect escaped Aian while Jaice began to preform his jutsu's. Compared to his coordination skills and mixture of Kenjutsu, Taijutsu, and Ninjutsu, simple hand seals and pillars of ice weren't exactly impressive. If he'd been a member of the respective. His only response was crossed arms, eyes rolled, and an ever so derivative scuff, looking away. And then it hit him, so to speak. Ice began to crawl up his legs and his teeth began to chatter. "Eeesh... Cold." Chattered Aian, whom didn't much else until his legs were completely cased in ice. From there, Jaice wasn't even a priority. In a panic, wrenched back and forth, throwing his body while in case and paid little to know attention to Jaice. "You freaking cheater!" He shouted and dropped a powerful fist into the ice, sending thin, rippling cracks through the base.
Sei appeared but that didn't change much. He was speaking about... Well, it didn't matter, Aian was encased in ice and that was probably more serious. And with a glance up, Sei came forward with two momentous strikes. "What, familiar--" His sentence was cut short when he gasped for air. His strikes snatched the breath from him, and the second shattered him from the base of the ice and several feet back. There was a brief pause as Aian began to pick himself up, sitting up on one knee. Anger began to fester and build. Old tendencies, violent habits begin to ensue. They were physical actions, like say snapping Jaice's neck, but the thought came to mind. However, the Lord Mizukage directly instructed him other wise.
There wasn't much to say when Aian stood up. He gave Sei a hardened stare which soon became a glare. He did attack him, so maybe a good beating would set him in place. No, that wouldn't do.... Walk away, there will be another time he thought. And with that, he started forward. Jaice, whom was quite taller by almost a foot was clearly in his way. Aian shoved past him with his shoulder, brooding as he walked and left the academy without another word. Nothing good would come from confrontation, it'd only lead to some one getting seriously hurt.
