Nakicho had dismissed the shinobi, given them the mission to evacuate all citizens in the immediate area. Not even two days since his graduation into the genin level and Tekki's faced with the task of evac. But it was a duty he signed up for and was more than capable of doing so. Tekki would look at Nakicho with an astonished expression on his face but shortly nodded his head signifying that he understood what needed to be done. He departed from the winded Nakicho and the rest of his squad mates with a leap into the air, using the time to scout the area below and see who needed saving.
Spotting a person under a charred log, he sprung into action. Coming down on his feet and charging at the citizen, Tekki would shout out that the man would be okay. Teksuyo lifted the log which was heavier than it first looked. Lifting it up just until the person was able to crawl out of his bind. The man wasn't able to get onto his feet, which Teksuyo deducted must've been due to the fact that he'd just been cracked in the back by a large log. So Teksuyo helped the man to his feet and slinging him onto his shoulders, and resting him in a safe area out of the way from destruction just until he could get some help for the injured man.
Seeing his squad mates fly into action as he turned around, Teksuyo's screamed out, "IF THERE ARE ANY MEDICAL NINJA IN THE AREA, THIS MAN NEEDS YOUR ASSISTANCE." Hoping that one would show up quickly. Tekki turned his head to the side looking at the thick and ominous smoke leaving the top of the tower. He'd run full sprint ahead until he reached the hokage's tower.
[Exit]
Ryo : 0 | AC : 500
OoC:
Weapons:Wakizashi
Items: x5 Shuriken x5 Kunai
Passives/Techniques Used: •Mytsic Hero - User does not have to use hand signals while a weapon is drawn •Elemental Brandish - User can wield three chakra natures
Mission:
Busy:
Mood: Scared, Angry
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 5:24 am
Combat Song-Sinful Rose Nakicho's Instrumental ★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★ A sigh of catching one's breath would occur inside of Nakicho before he sheathed his blade. He began to suppress the soreness in his chest with laughter. He would not show weakness, not now, not in front of his alleged pupils. After giving his orders however, he heard Teksuyo's exclamations of of urgency. Good, it seemed he wasn't that all incompetent of a leader after all. That was until he saw the silver streak start dashing off. Damn. The thought came and went. If only he could make a clone. A tangible one. Then he began to hear the groans of civilians. Tsk. It seems the boy had his priorities set on assisting the tower. Damn it. If only he had more time to teach him. It was so frustrating, his training session thus far. If not completely shut down seemed to get interrupted.
"Miroku-kun." I'd like you to tend to evacuations as well. With that order in place I wasted no time to turn around dashing for one of the Dojo's. It seemed Miroku had restrained himself from letting loose his arrow as I hadn't felt anything when my adrenaline calmed itself. The doorway had been blocked off by debris. Shielding his face Nakicho brought his blade down with fierce deliverance as if it were righteous. The rubble would split in two opening this doorway. "This way civilians and students! Your way has opened! Evacuate! The Anbu will deliver you to locations deemed safe!" With this allegedly heroic and charismatic confidence the people followed the instruction. Anbu had already begun to gather to assist in the evacuation and Teksuyo's shout would not go on deaf ears as the man he aided to would receive the medical treatment he required. [Evacuation of Dojo 2/2]
Nakicho would then make his way to one of the Anbu who seemed to just be scanning the area. He'd get his attention with crossed arms and a sudden look toward the students Miroku and Kisuke. "Essentially these Genin are still in training. Please watch over them I have to ensure the safety of the one I've lost. Out of them all he seemed the least combat ready." The anbu would provide his nod of affirmation Nakicho entrusted this individual with his pupils for the time being as he darted off into the unknown. ~ Exit
[[Wolfe I'm quoting you just to say the Dojo has been evacuated of civilian life. I'd say Ryshio's earlier assistance contributed as the first post for the Dojo evacuation since I'm not sure if he realized that it was mission correlated.]]
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P a s s i v e s : : > Honzon Sutansu [Idol Stance]:Nakichō's style of combat revolves around garnering attention. To do so Nakichō developed the Honzon Sutansu. The Idol stance suppresses pain entirely through will power and false bravado showing complete control over one's mental state of mind. Any pain caused by C rank or lower skills is completely suppressed for the duration of the stance. Suppressing pain caused by a higher ranking skill would require that skills rank in chakra to be expended. I.e B rank requires expenditure of B rank Chakra. While the stance has no sustain cost it ends if the users mental state is compromised and not countered (Genjutsu). Honzon Sutansu Can be used to counteract Genjutsu with sheer Narcissism expending the Genjutsu's rank in Chakra costing a rank higher than a typical Kai. : Active
> Fluid Transition: Training Allows transition of stances without consuming an activation
> Solid Shogun Stance: C Training : Inactive
> Attacking Shogun Stance: A Training Not Yet Learned
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>Baranotsubomi バラのつぼみ (Rosebud) [Triggered, Uses Remaining 2/3] The second form is the neutral state of the blade. The blade is a typical steel silver. However upon attacks self inflicted or otherwise it absorbs the blood of the injured location eventually until the blade grows red. Upon becoming red the blade becomes entirely serrated making injuries susceptible to cause hemorrhaging and muscle tearing. It takes a blood draw from the base of the blade to the tip before becoming red. This can be executed by the user as if performing a blood summoning by running a finger from the end to tip or causing a significant enough wound on the opponent. When red the blade can null jutsu one rank lower than the corresponding styles Rank. Up to 3 times before a new blood draw is required. Each Blood Draw costs 20 Stamina and 20 Chakra if self inflicted.
Combat Song-Sinful Rose Ah, My Wonderful Life ★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★ Nakicho's arrival was heralded by his own gleeful demeanor. He felt like a King to say his egocentrism was completely gone would be a lie. However, he felt he was free to be as self praising and on his high horse all he wished so long as it was just he himself. The blue of his eyes and the flowery image that they were possible of producing. Deeper pool of glittering blue. Where should he start? It was all so overwhelming. I guess it would have been best to start small. Bringing his hand toward his eyes he began to focus on it with unfaltering gaze. Flower...flowers...rose...yes. The form began to swirl in the pink aura of his chakra and then would become whole. To have created something from his will alone..."Eeeee EEEEE" the man tried to contain his excitement. Is this how ninjutsu and genjutsu users felt? Is this what he had been missing out on this whole time! He could barely contain his squees of euphoria. [Karei Hana Soushi [ Beautiful Flower Creation E ] 1/1]
He snapped out of it however, he was after all supposed to rendezvous with his unit. Although he was uncertain if anyone from said unit still remained. The anbu were still stationed in ideal locations keeping any watch for suspicious activity and Nakicho being one of the individuals they were keeping a close eye on. A bead of sweat formed, right. He was just promoted after all. Wait, that meant that he'd have to become stronger! If not how could he be looked up to. How could he shine like the beacon of justice as he supposed to. His presence would have been known on the field. The anbu would have relayed his arrival assuming his unit was still here to be informed. So with this peace of mind Nakicho made haste toward the dojo's amassed collection of techniques doing flamboyant agile flips whilst doing so to sharpen his core. [ Soft Physical Formless D 1/1]
Entering the establishment he began combing the cubbies with his new eyes. He seeking for anything with the name 'hero' or 'justice' or 'flashy'. He was a simple minded individual but what better way to ascertain one's heroism than attacking with the techniques of heroes. Then something caught his eye. Great Justice! The method of a hero. Nothing could have been more perfect! Immediately he would attain the scroll and indulge in it's contents. The chop of judgement. Such a decisive looking skill...but now coming to the realization. He hadn't trained his upper body all that much in hand to hand combat in a long while. He would have to see if he still gots it! Before following the instruction listed Nakicho would deliver a normal horizontal chop towards a training dummy. The wood splintering via his strength alone. He still had it alright. [Hard Physical Formless D 1/1]
Hmm now he was completely confident in learning the following techniques! Whats first. Yes that, seemed most professional! Nakicho would strike a pose as the description stated. This was supposedly the ideal method of practice before executing absolute swift justice. Yes, he could feel it. In his bones, in every fiber of his being. It was as if raw heroism had been turned into a liquid state and was being poured over the entirety of his body. Meanwhile...the anbu stationed inside the dojo had a...less than impressed look on his face. Rather than expose himself to having to see this side show he'd place his mask firmly over his face and look to the side. [Super Justice Stance E 1/1]
With his stance and justice flowing through his veins Nakicho would eye the partially destroyed wooden target. Bringing his arm across his chest he stared at the wooden idol giving it the face of a notorious evil doer. "You will fall by my righteous hand!" With that exclamation of justice Nakicho dove forward swinging his hand horizontally as if were a blade. The hardiness of the wood stood no chance against the man's resounding righteous might. The anbu in the room would bring hand toward his mask as if trying to disguise a laugh but brought back down actually partially impressed when the dummy was split. [Judgment Chop 1/1]
Honestly the Anbu couldn't help but humor the Chunin. After all this whole situation could have been considered a play to lighten up the monotony of guard duty. He wouldn't leave his post but he'd produce a shadow clone. The clone would then speak in a villainous way. 'You might have bested my minion foolish nin! But now what stands before you is I the great malevolent fox spirit Kyuboa. His death will not be in vain as I will send you to a an early grave. kwakwakwa' Nakicho would see the anbu's act of kindness providing him an actual tangible target to combat with. He gave him a reaffirming nod as his heroic monologues continued. "The only fool here is you Kyuboa! Having strayed from the path of justice! I will make you see the error of your ways! Prepared for an attack the clone braced itself but instead Nakicho would leap toward one of the wall jump off and proceed to barrel roll suspending himself for what seemed like a second in the air in a flashy display. 'eh' [ Emergence Rolling 1/1]
In the moment of the clones confusion Nakicho's eyes sparkled as he descended from the sky. Rolling inward like a 'particular blue hedgehog' "Behold the knee of justice!" It would be then that Nakicho's knee would collide with the clones abdomen causing it go 'Huhfuu" and spit comically. Nakicho would then use his legs to push off the reeling clone and signal it with a come at me. 'hah I almost felt that.' the clone exclaimed. The clone would then vanish and re-appear behind Nakicho. 'EVIL FOX PRESS!" Caught by surprise at the clones level of movement. So this was the gap between a chunin and anbu. He'd feel arms lock under his own and in seconds he found himself upside down head slammed into the ground as the clone vanished. 'That wasn't bad new guy. But you've still got a lot further to go before you can become any sorta hero. Your flashy heroics won't mean a thing if you let the opponent get the drop on you.' The anbu would say briefly before reaffirming his stalwart gaze. He had a point. Overwhelming power was still overwhelming power. Slowly standing back up he spoke with a gratified tone "Thank-you my fine gentleman. I shall take those words to heart!" Yes he still had a long ways to go that was for certain. [Heartfelt Knee 1/1]
His body was still far too weak! Or so the freshly inaugurated Chunin thought. Thus began his general training regimen. Nakicho would perform one hundred pushups, one hundred sit up, and jogging in place for ten minutes. He was still curious if his unit was here but he didn't want to appear a disgrace in their eyes. After being so easily man handled by the anbu it only revealed there was still room for improvement. In fact there was nothing but room. The anbu looked at the ripening Chunin. Suffice to say he was glad he left an impression. But the stronger his upper body and his body as a whole would only mean greater things to come. [1/2]
Now rife with adrenaline and testosterone despite his dandy nature Nakicho drew his blade. "My fine anbu friend would you mind another go?" Averting his glance and re-affirming it once more the anbu conjured another shadow clone. 'You dare challenge the great Kyubo...' the clone wouldn't get to finish it's introduction before finding itself sliced cleanly in half. Nakicho had assumed a powerful stance with a sharpened gaze waiting for the time to strike. When that time came his adrenaline strength fueled stance came crashing down on the clone ending it before it could so much as flinch. 'You should have told me you were being serious. I would have put up a better fight'. "You've got me all wrong anbu-sensei. I'm always serious in everything I do." Nakicho provided a thumbs up while the bead of sweat formed on the anbu's forehead showing how difficult it was to believe the whole hero act earlier was 'serious'. [Training: Attacking Shogun Stance 2/2]
Nakicho would then head back to where the scrolls were being kept. He'd return the scroll entitled great justice after he had memorized the essentials of the style. He then proceeded to remove another scroll. Hagane no Shunkan was written on it boldly. The anbu's earlier performance had shown him just how lacking in speed he seemed. To compensate he would have to adapt and become just as fast. First would be learning the simple routine. As always the style started with a basic stab and thrust. Nakicho would execute it with little difficulty. [Basic Stab 1/1]
The following would have been just as easy a task. His knowledge and speed he'd gained from utilizing the afterimage style made this technique simple if not simpler. Filling his legs with sudden tension he'd use it to propel himself back then forward just to get the rhythm. He followed the example figure to a tee and there wasn't much more difficulty than reading the actual thing. [Linear Step 1/1]
The next technique involved reinforcing ones blade to increase it's hardiness. Nakicho had nil to no doubts in regards to the durability of his beloved blade. However, he performed the technique just to make sure he was capable. He had never been able to mold chakra so easily before. The rush of control his eyes were providing him was almost addictive if not drug like. [Reinforcement 1/1]
The following technique was more chakra control. Rather it seemed it was a technique that utilized chakra control to form a cushion. Unlike the deflection capabilities of Kasai this technique revealed that it would provide an absolute defense in a sense. Being spared the heavy handed blows he'd have to resist in most mano e mano collisions. Cloaking his blade and then shortly dispersing the chakra afterwards he couldn't help but come to the notion how useful chakra truly was. Bringing an open handed chop downward for a brief confirmation when it stopped in mid air before collision it confirmed his thoughts. [Deflection D 1/1]
"Ah anbu-sa" Nakicho was cut off as the anbu produced another shadow clone. He wondered just how deep the man's chakra pool was. It seemed the nin had read his thoughts. I suppose it did make plenty of sense that the person keeping watch was a sensory type. Also as if reading his mind the shadow clone drew it's blade. A katana. Then charged forward to swing downward. In tandem Nakicho brought his own blade up then ran it across the clones edge causing brief sparks before closing the distance. he wouldn't execute the follow up attack though. He'd utilize this clone as much as he could. He'd hate to keep bother the fine gentleman providing them. [Forward Grind 1/1]
Hmmm. The next technique went under the name pivot block. As he recalled there was a technique of similar name among the stylings of Kasai. Using that knowledge on top of the knowledge provided he'd relay a secure nod to the shadow clone. The shadow clone would then begin its second attack going for a horizontal rather than vertical slice. Nakicho detained the slash taking a step back in the process causing the blade to veer and then assumed what would have been an offensive attacking appearance. [Pivot Block 1/1]
Now with the basics out of the way the techniques were starting to get a lot complex and beginning to fall into the 'bread and butter' category. Prioritizing Speed over Strength. The first step Nakicho believed he'd need to do is reaffirm his upper body and lower body strengths. Breathing in and breathing out he used his eyes to sharpen his focus. There was no target, just the air in front of him. Then an instant he'd perform a slash then withdraw. [Calligraphy 1/1]
Before moving on he'd proceed to read. The following technique seemed to be a pseudo-stance. Planting oneself firmly and then taking advantage of the ground to anchor oneself. It wasn't all that different from the Solid-Shogun stances positioning aside from the legs being further back and the core of ones body leaning in a way to produce more impact rather than fortitude. Nakicho would assume the stance. After he would compare his motions to the picture. He'd look at the shadow clone. The shadow clone would then attempt to do a foot sweep to disrupt his stance. Nakicho winced. That sweep was pretty strong despite the solidity of his form. Just another example of the gap between the men. [Solid Footing 1/1]
Nakicho would then proceed to reassure the clone that was all he needed for now causing it to return to it's idle position. Essentially creating a blade from the surrounding air? That was the next challenge Nakicho would face. Unfortunately for the style he was of course one whose nature was attached to wind. Gleaning his hand across his blade what sounded like a combination of an oceans breeze and gale sounded over it. The ability to delay one's attacks...an interesting concept. Nakicho was already beginning to envision what he could do with the knowledge of this being possible. [Twin Blade 1/1]
How was he supposed to..ah? Before he could say anything the anbu himself had thrown a kunai with wire at it's end firmly into the wall. 'will that do?' he said as he tied the wire taut onto a training dummy. "Uh yes my fine sir! Absolutely!" This guy was starting to get just a bit overwhelming with his preemptive reading of his thoughts. Still the next technique was once that prioritized agility. In truth Nakicho couldn't believe he hadn't found this technique earlier. It was the absolute flashiest thing he'd seen. Yes flashy and stealthy what a combination! He'd leap upon the wire channeling the chakra as told. The soles of his feet rested poignantly as if they belonged there. He then began to walk up the wire with charm and grace. [Thread Walking 1/1]
Finally the one technique that seemed the least appealing but at the same time appealing. Making his already long sword even longer seemed redundant but he guesses a little extra length wouldn't hurt. The anbu chuckled for some apparent reason. However, Nakicho was far too caught up in the moment at hand to overly concern himself with it. Again running his hand over the blade he'd find a chakra blade extending it's tip all the more. He'd then dismiss it seeing no need for it now. [Extension 1/1]
Oh boy. Now it was getting arduous. Nakicho sat down briefly as he began to review what seemed like countless techniques for this stage. It was then he'd find the art of sword slinging. It hadn't occurred to him to use more than his trademark blade before. Still the sheer speed of the technique was something to be admired. Mayhaps he would find a way to apply this technique in unique ways. Standing Nakicho would sheathe his blade. He would repetitiously begin sheathing and unsheathing it to get the hang of the rhythm the style required. [Swordslinger 1/1]
Now that he had become proficient in unsheathing and sheathing to match the rhythm of the style the next thing on the list would be of course...more speed. Eyeing through the techniques one seemed reminiscent of Kyouzou again. With speeds to rival Shunsin he couldn't help but be interested. Honing himself and his body as if her were about to create after images Nakicho would dart inward for an attack at the air. A resounding swoosh would sound only to be followed by another almost instantaneously. Jumping up and down he could feel it. He could feel his body getting faster. Even if just for a few moments of speed it was more than what he was capable of before. [Illusory Double 1/1]
His jumping up and down was actually to get his body ready. He had already built up a sweat unlike any other. The next technique advance of steel would be executed in a moments notice. When the jumping ceased Nakicho planted himself firmly exhaling with a Huahhh as his muscles and body itself seemed to tense up as if he were power flexing. His body would then relax whilst under his outfit his muscles pulsed as if they were individual hearts. Right now he felt as though he could take on the world. He began shadow boxing for the hell of it. The anbu at this point was amazed at the man's talent to pick up techniques so quickly. [Advance of Steel 1/1]
With his body pumped up there was only thing left to do. Utilize it to it's fullest potential! Grabbing his blade to readily unsheathe it he eyed another target. His eyes seemed to glimmer in that very moment. Imaginary targets formed on the wooden structures body. Then in that instant which seemed faster than what the eye could perceive. Tick Tsh Clack Crack Btoom. The structure was maimed with seven slashes. It looked more like a chopping block than a target anymore. Exhaling Nakicho would relax himself and wipe away the sweat from his brow. He'd strike a cool guy pose at the anbu who in return provided him with a thumbs up. Albeit the thumbs up was again just to humor him. [Hydra Strike 1/1]
Nakicho now with his blade already drawn. Began to execute convoluted swings at differing arcs. These were the requirements for the technique brush stroke. To keep the opponent on their toes and more important use stylishly impressive attacks to follow up. For the sake of it he signaled the clone to come forth. The shadow clone having been rather bored finally stood up. As both their blades clashed in a dance of estranged attacks. In truth Nakicho was having fun. In fact this was most fun he'd had in a long time. Aside from the recent chaos, today was certainly a good day. Well it was now. [Brush Stroke 1/1]
Finally the time for games was over. There was more to beckoning the clone than simple exchanges. Having seen his stylings over and over again. Nakicho would focus inward on his arm. Then when it came down for what may have felt like the hundredth time he Nakicho would bring his blade upwards. The shadow clones Katana would then embed itself into the ceiling. Nakicho then with a stylish flourish of the blade would conclude ending the clones existence their with one forward slash. Panting heavily he'd look once more to the anbu that assisted him. "I thank you again sir." [Disarming 1/1]
With his regimen done for the time being Nakicho would patiently wait and see if he'd hear anything from unit. If he'd hear and find nothing he'd likely made haste for the academy in hopes to find them there as well. After waiting a good while Nakicho made haste to attempt a search of the academy.
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P a s s i v e s : : > Fluid Transition: Training Allows transition of stances without consuming an activation.
> Super Justice Stance: Inactive • [Mildly] Increases to [Strength] & [Fortitude]
> Honzon Sutansu [Idol Stance]: Inactive • [Nullifies Pain C Ranked or Below Passively] & [Kai's Genjutsu of [X] Rank When Entered.]
> Solid Shogun Stance: Inactive • Defensive Techniques are Increased [Heavily] in [Fortitude] & [Strength] • Offensive Techniques are decreased [Greatly] in [Strength]
> Attacking Shogun Stance: Inactive • Offensive Techniques are Increased [Heavily] in [Strength] • Defensive Techniques are Decreased [Greatly] in [Strength]
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C o m b a t : : > Steel Arm Guards: Left and Right Arm > Smoke Bombs: 1 > Wire: 10 Yards > Chunin Flak Jacket > Strength Increase[General] 0.4 (Heavily) > Strength Increase[Two-Handed Melee Weapons] 0.8 (Supremely) + 0.2 (Mildly) > Reflex Increase [Kiss of Flesh and Steel]0.1 (Slightly) > Formless Styles: Oodachi: Rank B
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>Baranotsubomi バラのつぼみ (Rosebud) [Triggered, Uses Remaining 2/3] The second form is the neutral state of the blade. The blade is a typical steel silver. However upon attacks self inflicted or otherwise it absorbs the blood of the injured location eventually until the blade grows red. Upon becoming red the blade becomes entirely serrated making injuries susceptible to cause hemorrhaging and muscle tearing. It takes a blood draw from the base of the blade to the tip before becoming red. This can be executed by the user as if performing a blood summoning by running a finger from the end to tip or causing a significant enough wound on the opponent. When red the blade can null jutsu one rank lower than the corresponding styles Rank. Up to 3 times before a new blood draw is required. Each Blood Draw costs 20 Stamina and 20 Chakra if self inflicted.
Strolling into the Dojo, Bjorn would peruse the shelves of taijutsu styles, looking for something new to learn, eventually finding an odd looking book for a combination sword and grappling style. Though, thinking a moment, Bjorn realized he didn’t actually have a sword to train with. Activating his koton armor, Bjorn would grab his own left wrist and begin to pull, drawing out a hand and a half broadsword fit for someone of his size within a few seconds. Taking a few swings with the sword, the large man tested the weight and balance of the newly shaped blade, he’d then start to go over the techniques of the style.
Starting off with the basic stances and transitions of the style, Bjorn would square his feet in a fighting stance and hold the sword in his right hand, the blade rising at a forty-five degree angle over his head as his hand was by his shoulder. He’ take a couple downward practice swings from that position. He’d then grab the end of the handle with his other hand and bring the sword up over his head at the same angle. From there he’d take a few more swings to test the movement range of his arms from there. (1/1)
Holding his sword in the vom Tag stance, Bjorn would take a practice swing at a dummy, and as the strike came back, he’d hold the sword with the blade pointing straight up at head level. From there, he’d feel how his arms wanted to move and where it was easiest to move, getting a feel for how he could transition from there to either strike again or to a more comfortable stance. Once he felt like he was comfortable, he’d take another look at the book for the next stance. (1/1)
The next stance, Bjorn would keep the sword in his right hand and hold the pommel near his right hip as he was in a right sided stance, pointing the blade up so that it would be aimed at the chest of an opponent. From there he felt how easy it would be to lunge into a thrusting attack or to pivot into a wide-arcing swing. He’d then switch his stance and keep the sword’s pommel near his far hip, feeling like his arm was twisted at an odd angle, but also feeling like it was even more loaded for a thrust. From there he’d let the thrust fly. (1/1)
At the end of his thrust, Bjorn saw he was in the next transitional position, Longort. He didn’t particularly like this position, thinking it too extended and wanting to get out of it quickly. He felt there were two simple means to get out of this spot, one was to withdraw the way he extended and return to the Pflug stance and prepare for another thrust, the other was to let his sword turn towards the ground and relax his arm, entering the next stance of the style. (1/1)
Letting his sword lower, Bjorn entered what was known as the fool’s guard because it left his upper body unprotected, though Bjorn didn’t care as much since he typically kept his upper body covered in his nearly impenetrable steel armor. He could easily defend his lower body though, which was nice, and he felt like most parries and some throws would be easier to accomplish from this guard. (1/1)
Turning his elbow upwards and raising the hilt of his sword to head level, Bjorn entered the next transitional stance, hangingpoint. From here he felt like he could easily parry basically anything coming at his head or upper body, as well as go for some easy cuts with the flick of a wrist as he would return to the fool’s guard. Or he could also pull his elbow in to shift to the last stance of the style. (1/1)
Shifting his feet into a more sideways, deeper stance, Bjorn pulled his elbow into his ribs to turn the blade up to the side as he took hold of the handle with his other hand as well, getting into a very solid defensive stance. From here he felt like it’d be easy to defend, as well as to thrust or whip the blade around for a heavy cut if he stepped in with the strike. Once he felt comfortable in that stance, the big man would walk back over to the book, which he had realized came from somewhere near his homeland to the west, and begin reading over the next stage of techniques. (1/1)
It had been a while since Nariko had been seen by anyone. For a lot was going on within her life that she needed answers to. However she didn't get any of the answers that she wanted. Instead she had lost any standing she had with the village due to a new kage coming in. Meaning the missions she never turned into the previous kage didn't count and that only annoyed her. However that's her fault for never doing such. "Haven't you been a genin for a little too long?" The sensei whom she had beaten before had chuckled out. "Would you like another harsh lesson?" He asked her and she quickly took a defensive stance ready to beat his a** yet again.
"Alright then little devil. Let's have at you!" He shouted as he rushed Nariko trying to startle her. Her eyes narrowed as instead she moved into action once more. The moment he did Nariko faked a jab at him causing him to go low. When he attempted to strike against her abs she acted as he fell right into her trap. Raising her right leg high into the air she brought it down viciously and hit him in the back of his head. Sending him right into the ground. [1/1 Axe Kick]
The sensei rushed back up to his feet and tried to uppercut Nariko. Her golden eyes stayed narrow as she dodged to the side and then lunged for him. Forcing his guard up as she maneuvered around him yet again. She brought up her arm high in the air and aimed her elbow for the back of his head. As she slammed her elbow down she took him out yet again in the same manner as before. [1/1 Pickaxe Elbow]
The sensei was barely able to stand at this point. He had made the mistake of underestimating her once more. Just like the last time she had beaten him down like a rabid dog. Her eyes flickered briefly as he jumped back to his feet. His fist coming to meet her chin. [1/2]
He tried to get into her defenses. Tried to trip her up when he had to realized he was in her web of deception. Not the other way around. As he once more made an error she proceeded to punish him for it. She timed her attack just right and delivered a slow but powerful knee to his face. [2/2 Rising Knee]
Nariko dodged back as the man wildly swung at her like a wildebeast. Not knowing when to simply give up. Such a proud idiotic man to do such things. Wasn't being outclassed by a genin once enough for him? But he just had to keep pressing buttons. [1/2]
As the sensei threw a vicious hay maker Nariko dodged underneath it. It was at this point that it was obvious he wasn't a taijutsu expert. Which meant he was playing her game. What a damned idiot. She thrust her palm with a ferocious might that met with his stomach. [2/2 Cave in palm]
When her palm connected with his stomach he leaned over grasping his midsection. Struggling to breath he made more than a dozen of sounds gasping for rich air. He knelt down on the ground holding both arms to his stomach and Nariko waited there patiently. Her hands were within one another as she popped each individual knuckle. Taking her time thinking of what to do next to this guy. [1/3]
He kept coming at her like a raving lunatic much like last time. She had no idea why but it was rather annoying honestly. Due to the fact that all she wanted to do was train. But here she was wasting time beating someone's a** down. It didn't help that she was already pissed off today. [2/3]
The man swung at her as he hadn't gotten his breath back. This only served to annoy her as she rushed to him running behind him. Her eyes were so intent upon where to focus for the maximum point of impact. But rather than getting a cheap rip shot she tried for something else. Her arms wrapped around his stomach and tightened like a vice while lifting him in the air. [3/3 Crushing Hug]
As even more air was being forced from his lungs she felt a rib of his giving way. She held on as if her life depended on it because she wanted him to learn. She wanted him to understand that she wasn't the one to be ******** with. She felt that for him to learn something like this was to nearly kill him. Which in reality she was perfectly okay with. [1/3]
She then threw him across the dojo and wiped a bead of sweat from her brow. Cracking her neck as she moved it left she let out a small sigh. The reason being was due to the fact of her growing tired of this s**t. When was he going to learn that he couldn't beat her? After all he was just a pissant within her eyes. [2/3]
The sensei rushed her once more and swatted at her attempting to use a technique. This caused her to raise an eyebrow as she couldn't believe it. Was he honestly trying to beat her at her own game? He did understand that she took on an entire enemy team of combatants by herself and won right? With a sigh she pawed at him like she was a bear using most of her strength. [3/3 Bear Fist]
With the swipe of her palm she managed to launch her target back quite a few amount of meters. The man stopped for a moment and finally managed to breath in fresh air. "You b***h!" He shouted at her as she rolled her eyes. She was getting tired of these games with this man. He was boring and she wanted a challenge rather than this joke. [1/5]
However as time went by she decided to give him a bit of a chance. Taking a defensive stance she stood there with one arm behind her back. The man's eyes widened with rage and he shouted at her. "You'll pay you little s**t!" Once more she rolled her eyes at the thought of this. [2/5]
How could a highly trained shinobi resort to such an idiotic way of combat. Not only that all he seemed to do was piss himself off. Hell it wasn't even her at this point that was his worst enemy. It was himself. After all every time she beat him down he only riled himself up even more. [3/5]
He came at her with a wild kick meant for her head. She barely had to dodge under it and then took a step back. The moment she did she was met with another wild kick. Her face remained neutral as she needed to deal with this sooner rather than later. She finally spat at the ground as she was going to try and end this here. [4/5]
Slamming her fists into the ground she practically growled while using her strength. Utilizing her chakra to stabilize the chunk of earth she was ripping from the ground she hoisted it into the air. Her strength on full display as she eyed the man about to give yet another kick. Without hesitation she threw the chunk of earth at the sensei. [5/5 Mud beach ball]
Nariko kept her distance for a bit knowing the man would come at her like a mad animal once more. She didn't understand what was going through that head once more. As he had to know with her he was outclassed. So what was the point in continuing such reckless forms of combat? [1/5]
As she readied herself for this idiot to make another half assed attack something took her off guard. She heard someone breath out in a quick manner like they were attacking her. Her eyes went wide as she realized she'd been tricked. She had been the one playing into his web this entire time. [2/5]
She turned around bringing her arms in together to form the best block she could to cover up her stomach, chest, and head. Sure enough the man hit her where her chest would have been. Making the sound of sucking on her teeth for a second as she was now annoyed. She jumped back a few steps and eyed the two and realized he summoned a shadow clone. [3/5]
This was only going to make things more difficult for her as she eyed the two of them. "Not so confident now are you?" One of them boasted and this only served to annoy her. Keeping herself calm, cool, and collected she acted towards one. She dashed towards one and feinted a jab at him. [4/5]
This caused him to jump back and she instantly rushed the other one. "Damn brat!" The man said as she took a centered stance. Ducking under his punch at the last possible second and sending her palm in an upward arc. [5/5 Mountain rising]
When her palm connected with his chest she had sent the man flying a good distance back. Her golden eyes focusing upon the one she thought to be the shadow clone. Dashing towards him she wasn't about to give this man a break. She was about to bring hell and all of its residents to him. [1/5]
He brought up his defenses and Nariko's golden eyes continued to focus upon him. She was debating rapidly about how to deal with him. After all she was a tactical genius when it came down to it. She knew how to handle herself and proved it over and over. [2/5]
She had fought for this village, bled for it, and has already killed for it. Her rage started to slowly seep out in this battle. As she was angry with this village. Ever since Hokage Hatake left she had been getting ******** over. She had received no credit for anything she did before he left. [3/5]
She threw a haymaker at the shadow clone only for it to block. His body felt firm and this caused her to think of a couple of different things. Mostly due to the fact a shadow clone would have dispersed. But this felt real. [4/5]
Alright if that was the case she'd take them both down. She would show this man how she dealt with Hotaru's forces. As he continued to block she used a roundhouse kick knocking him off center. She continued with the swing and moved into a clothesline towards him. [5/5 Double rock swing]
Quickly taking down the one target she turned her attention immediately to the other one. He rushed her without thinking and she prepped for this. Taking a defensive stance she was going to hold him off for a bit. She needed to think about how to do this. [1/5]
After all she was mostly meant for killing people and she knew this. This defeating her opponents softly didn't really suit her. In a way she was limiting herself and this was hurting her combat skills. That might be why her opponent was so damning. [2/5]
Because he knew that she couldn't abide by her full potential. She had to hold back for the fact that she couldn't kill him. Lest she wanted to become a missing nin. This frustrated her a bit more and she continued on with blocking and jabbing at her opponent. [3/5]
A thought occurred to her and it was a devilish thought indeed. She couldn't kill the man but this didn't mean she couldn't put him in the hospital. Her golden eyes practically glowed as she pressed on. A hand caught her shoulder and she turned back to see the clone. [4/5]
The clone and the real one were upon her and they were chuckling as they attacked. Did they truly think that this was it for her? That she would go down like a b***h in heat! That she could ever admit defeat to these pissants!? Centering herself she delivered a quick yet powerful punch to one of their sternums. [5/5 Earthquake fist]
The man's eyes went wide as he grasped at his chest. The pain had to be excruciating for him to make that kind of face. Good, perhaps he'd learn never to ******** with her again. Diverting her attention to the other one the clone was taken off guard. [1/5]
That was going to make this easy for her indeed. She now had the advantage that she needed. The understanding from him that she would ******** his world up in a heart beat. Because that's the type of fighter she was! [2/5]
Letting out a burst of air from her lung she pressed into a straight punch aiming for the other one's chest. His eyes widened as he attempted to dodge but got hit instead. He was getting sloppy and this was giving her even more of an advantage. [3/5]
She no longer cared about putting him in the hospital. After all he would still be breathing at the end of this. That much was certain within her mind. Because she'd break every bone of his to illustrate a point to him. [4/5]
Taking a sturdy stance she then motioned for a jab. Faking him out as he took the bait. What he earned instead was a palm to his chest that lifted him off of the ground. Easily lifting him over her head she stared into his eyes for a moment. [5/5 Rising Impact Palm]
He chuckled and then used a hand sign turning her entire world black. She couldn't see anything yet she could feel him within her hand still. Growling she knew this to be the work of genjutsu and threw him upon the ground violently. She stood tall as she attempted to Kai out of the technique but it was of no use. [1/5]
She realized now that she had made the error of letting him go to deal damage. Where as she should have held onto the man and dealt tremendous damage to him. She was now irritated beyond all belief. That some pissant had the balls to toss her into a genjutsu. [2/5]
She waited for anything at this point as she focused. Centering herself to anything that could touch her body. So that she could obliterate it without a second thought. She wasn't going to play nice anymore with this guy. [3/5]
This a*****e had brought a genjutsu to a taijutsu fight. Which in her mind was the ultimate insult towards her. She was going to break every single bone he possibly possessed for sure. He had ******** up dearly and this was going to cost him. [4/5]
Waiting for any sensation to come into contact with her she finally felt something brush against her arm. Her arm was pulled behind her back and twisted and she let out another burst of air. Did he mean to overpower her? Throwing the man over her shoulder she instantly charged forward to him. [5/5 Tackle Charge]
She felt her shoulder connect with something and knew she had him. She wasn't going to let go any time soon. She was going to beat his a** until this damned genjutsu dropped. He was now her prey and she was going to obliterate him! [1/5]
She felt a fist connect with her cheek as she steadied herself. This took her off guard again but she didn't let go. She had this son of a b***h right where she wanted him. It was time for her to unleash everything against him. [2/5]
Another blow connected with her other cheek tossing her head to the side. It was a weak strike. One that had no purpose or motivation behind it. He was scared of her at this point and he should be. [3/5]
Just as she was about to throw a fist at the area he would have been something came behind her. Wrapping her arms above her head into a bind. Gritting her teeth she readied for the worst. All she needed was one clear shot. [4/5]
She would endure anything for one good shot at him. For she knew she could drop him at this point. Something hard connected with her stomach forcing the air from her. She had him now! Throwing her head forward she waited to feel it connect with him. [5/5 Mountain goat mimic]
As the black abyss started to clear up a bit she knew she hit the real one. Gritting her teeth she rocked her head back hitting the one holding her. Freeing her as she grabbed the one holding her and hip tossed him. This was now her time to decimate them. [1/5]
As she wildly attacked an area around her she felt her fists connect multiple times with the other one. With each step she took she kept up with him the entire time. He had no where to run and she was technically blind right now! Did he not understand from the start that this was her game? [2/5]
This stupid b*****d had to go and piss her off from the start. Didn't he learn last time that she was the king of this mother ********? That this was her domain and she'd be damned before anyone took her out? Let alone killing her at her own game to begin with? [3/5]
Howling with rage she let out an onslaught of punches to the man. Striking him with success each time not caring about how bad she hurt him. All eh had to do was leave her the ******** alone. Then none of this would have happened in the first place. [4/5]
She had to make him understand that this was his fault. Which perhaps he would understand this. But she had to make certain as she centered her stance. She could now hear and someone was rapidly approaching her. She swung her leg low and caught someone off guard knocking them off their feet. Using the same momentum she brought her other leg into the sweep. [5/5 Stone floor sweep]
With her other leg she caught the individual in the head knocking him out. The abyss dispersed and her sight had come back. Looking around she noticed quite a few clones around her. This earned only a crack from her neck as she knew she had this. [1/6]
Letting out a smooth breath she centered her mind. This was going to be one hell of a party and she knew it. She simply had to beat all of them down. Sounded simple enough really. [2/6]
Rushing forth she engaged them taking to offense. She wasn't going to give any of them time to think. She had to keep them on their toes less they take to the offensive. Delivering swift powerful strikes to each of them she was doing it. [3/6]
She was taking them on and making this her domain. This was her ring and she was the king of this. Her fists and feet engaging in a flurry of attacks. Relentless as she was slowly becoming Fenrir before everyone. [4/6]
She took no hits to her body but blocked and countered everything. They were not taijutsu specialists making this a moot point. They were probably a genjutsu or ninjutsu specialists. Soft and weak against her powerful frame. [5/6]
As she threw one last punch she tried something new. Gathering chakra against her flesh she made a small layer of debris. She took a hit to the side and the man crumbled from his own punch crying out in pain. She rushed forth demolishing them as she knew this was her game. [6/6 Jagged armor of dust]
Now equipped with her new headband, Lon would dash into the dojo, Immediately running to the training dummies. Starting out her training, she would begin combination attacks, kicking and punching in a rapid chain of strikes. Speeding up as she went, Lon would focus on the precision and timing of her strikes to start. [1/2]
Finally warmed up, Lon would begin striking the dummy harder. Every now and then she'd increase her power, along with her speed, getting the most out of her training at a slow and steady pace. Her swings eventually starting to audibly break the training dummy, she would finish one bit of training, and move on to the next part. [2/2 Hard Physical C]
Taking a small breather, Lon would crack her knuckles and pop her neck, readying herself for what was to come. Focusing her energy into a single punch, she would start out punching a large dent in the wooden dummy. Feeling the impact of the strike, she would adjust herself to better take it next time. [1/4]
Focusing for another strike, Lon would punch the mannequin again. This time, she would not extend her arm so much. This would allow her elbow to act as a sort of spring, dulling the shock that would ripple up her arm. [2/4]
Getting faster, she would focus quickly and swing almost immediately. Each strike would have more power than the last. As she kept a good posture she would continue conditioning herself for another ten minutes or so. [3/4]
Once she was done with her training, both dummies would be broken so much that splintering pieces of them would be left on the floor nearby. Her bandages extremely torn around the knuckles would show her fists, and the third degree burns that coated them. Looking down to her hands, she'd quickly hide them, running off to a secluded place to re-wrap them. [4/4 Hard Physical B]
Once done re-wrapping her hands, Lon would sit down for a spell. Quietly meditating, she would focus her chakra. It would ebb and flow, and begin to shape into something more. [1/2]
Molding her chakra into something unusual, Lon would start to change her own body, and the way it stored chakra. She could feel a new power coursing through her as she clenched a fist in front of her face. Though feeling accomplished, Lon was not finished yet. [2/2 Body and Soul Custom C]
Focusing her chakra once more, she would this time tap into a dormant power that could have been used for ninjutsu, had she been gifted enough to use it well. Her elements would be formed as she focused the chakra into her skin. First, lightning would crackle around her, and then water would flow around her. Returning her elemental chakra back to Maruton, she would finally be satisfied with her training. [1/1 Energy Coating Custom E-D]
Pushing herself to her feet, she would hear an announcement over the intercom telling squad leaders to go to the Academia of Artistic Pursuit. Lon was not a squad leader, but she had nothing better to do at the moment, and wanted to meet the higher ups.
Making his way into the dojo, taking his shoes off at the door, Yasu headed towards the rear of the dojo which was normally reserved for hand to hand combat training. Normally he would just train with the new jutsu he had learned and practice on clones. But instead he decided to take advantage of the training dummies.
[WARNING PAGE BREAKER] Taking the time to set up a handful of dummies in a line, then another set in a circle, he prepared the area. Once it was to his tastes he took a deep breath and began stretching from head to toe. Once he was all loose he took another deep cleansing breath as he dashed forwards and unleashed a strong straight airborne kick for the dummy. While it did not exactly do much it was entertaining to see it skitter back a few inches. [1/1]
Without loosing any momentum yasu landed squarely and carried the momentum of the kick. Tucking his left knee down and to the left he rotated on his hips and brought his foot up and around in a high arcing kick slamming into the dummies shoulder. Leaning back onto his hands he delivered a snap kick with his left foot before pulling hard with his abs and flipping back onto his feet. Dropping low he coiled up and quickly sprung upwards slamming his fist into the dummies head in a fierce uppercut. Were it a person it would likely have shattered its jaw. [1/1]
Yet again landing square onto his feet, Yasu plucked a piece of straw from the dummy. It wasnt a jutsu he wanted to learn nor would he ever use but it was part of what the sensei's taught and thus he would learn it. Taking a deep breath he channeled a bit of chakra into his mouth. Then, with a flick of the tongue sent the piece of straw flying much much farther and faster than he had figured it would even get close to. With a bit of a shrug he moved on. [1/1]
Moving along to the more advanced jutsu, rummaging through the training materials provided in the room he quickly found what he would need for the next couple of jutsu. Taking four bells, two in each hand, he tied them to a set of senbon. Next he tied a bit of wire to each of the bells. Once he had everything set up he quickly sent the contraption flying across the room into the wall. Lightly tugging on the string he was rewarded with the peeling of bells. [1/1]
Next, as far as ranged options went, was a rather interesting jutsu. Not interesting in the way it was done but interesting to him in that it was shadow related, so naturally being a Nara it went without saying. Pulling two fuma shuriken from the bins he gave one of them a throw. Watching it fly he studied its rotation speed and the way it flew through the air. Retrieving the fuma shuriken he took his place back on the other side of the room. Now throwing the shuriken across the room he timed it so that the second one would blend perfectly into the shadow of the first one. All in all it was both cunning and efficient. [1/1]
Returning the two large shuriken to the bin he retrieved what could only be described as a needle launcher. Pulling it onto his wrist he fastened down the straps and began to examine the launcher more carefully. It was a simple enough mechanism, spring mechanism with a quick release trigger mounted to the small string on the side of the launcher. Not bad all in all. So using the grooves in the launcher as a sight he lightly tugged on the strings. When he did so the mechanism sprang to life sending the needles racing out of the tubes with impressive speed. [1/1]
That was enough of that sort of thing. Moving right along he returned all of the supplies he had used to their storage locations. Returning to his line of dummies he squared off with one of them. Normally he wasnt one for outright unrestrained aggression in combat but this was gonna be fun. Racing across the ground he slammed his shoulder into the dummy tackling it. The tackle caused him and the dummy to go skidding. [1/1]
Wrapping his legs around the dummy he rode it down to the ground. Moving into a forward guard position on the chest of the dummy he took a deep breath and channeled his chakra into his fist. As he did so the chakra reactive tattoos upon his arm began to glow. Starting at the the shoulder then down to his fist and fingers. He could not help but allow a Kiai to escape his lips as he slammed the fist into the dummy causing its chest and upper body to utterly detonate in a burst of straw. [1/1]
Leaning backwards he flipped back onto his feet. Dancing backwards he took a moment to catch his breath. So far he had been going non stop and it was starting to wear him down a little bit. Though once he had caught his breath he leaned forwards and for just a brief moment he disappeared. He then reappeared directly below a new dummy and delivered a fearsome upwards kick to its jaw sending it upwards into the air. [1/1]
For just a moment he watched the dummy fly before he quickly jumped up into the air. Aligning himself below and in the shadow of the dummy he prepared himself mentally for the next blow he was about to unleash as he waited until the two of them had reached the apex of their path. [1/1]
Once they crossed the apex and began to fall back towards the ground, Yasu pushed the head of the dummy to turn himself. Wrapping his legs around the chest and arms of the dummy, he grabbed a hold of the legs to twist the dummy into a setup for a pile driver. As the two slammed into the ground he rolled out and back up onto his heels while the dummy was far worse off for wear. In the small crater lie the destroyed remains, a pile of dirt and dust and straw. Smiling a bit he brushed himself off and moved on. [1/1]
Keeping up his momentum, Yasu dashed forwards and lept into the air. Tucking his head down he spun midair and quickly brought his right leg down hard on the dummy. The moment his leg made contact he could not help but smile as his leg crashed through the dummy shattering it from the force of the impact alone. [1/1]
Yet again he kept his momentum going. To change his downwards momentum to rotational momentum he slid his leg outwards in a wide circle. As he neared the starting point he shifted to the side a bit and reached out with both hands taking ahold of the dummy. From there he used all of the converted momentum to slam his knee into the dummy as hard as he could. Though he somewhat regretted converting all of that momentum when the dummy detonated like the previous ones. [1/1]
Taking a little bit of time to catch his breath Yasu cleaned up the room before heading back into the main dojo. He was quite happy to see several people training in their various arts. Heading over to the sword racks he picked up a decently balanced nodachi. Giving it a couple of test swings he headed to the center of the dojo with the others. Falling in step with the rest of the class he stepped forward when they did and stepped back when they did. Easy enough. [1/1]
Returning his attention to the instructor he watch as he explained the next strike in the series. The man stepped forwards, again not directly using the weapon over his back. As he stepped in he hooked an invisible leg and used his free hand to palm strike said invisible person. Motioning to the class to try, Yasu nodded and mirrored the mans movements to the letter. [1/1]
Now it was time to move on to the basic stances of the style. The man stood body square, legs shoulder apart with the hilt level with his belly button and the blade up towards throat level of an enemy. Adjusting his loose stance to match that of the sensei, he noticed the others in the class doing the same. Here and there the sensei would correct someone but all in all they all had gotten the gist of it. [1/1]
As the class had progressed the Sensei had deemed it time to move on to more advanced techinques. Motioning for the class to pair off he nodded to paired off with a man who was about his size. Giving a polite nod to the man he returned his attention to the senesi as he went through the motions of a simply deflection. Returning his attention to his partner he motioned for him to strike. When he did so the man thrust forward, and yasu quickly turned his left leg pivoting and drop parrying the blade simply enough. Returning the favor for his partner the two bowed and continued on. [1/1]
Next the Sensei took great care in explaining, how to blade lock. Once he was finished yasu again motioned to his partner. Instead of a normal lunge the man chose to deliver a chop. bringing his blade up quickly he horizontally blocked the blade with his own. Feeling his muscles tense under the weight of the mans strike and strength he smiled a bit clearly enjoying himself. [1/1]
Pushing up with his legs Yasu checked the blade forcing it upwards above the mans head. Stepping in quickly he dominated the space and quickly brought his blade around his body to the left in a circular motion. Bringing it up over his head he slammed his blade down onto his partners blade ripping it from his grip and sending the blade clattering to the ground. Taking a couple of steps back he bowed at the waist and let him retrieve the weapon. [1/1]
Now it was time for something fun. Taking his blade in two hands he hefted the blade above his head. Once his partner took his guard, Yasu stepped in quickly and brought the blade down with a mighty vertical slash. As just the tip of his blade made contact with the flat of his partners blade he watched his guard crumble and the blades slide down towards stomach level. Twisting his elbow outwards he sent his blade into the space between his elbow and his side while stepping inwards. From there he quickly palm struck the man in the chest sending his sliding back more than a few feet. [1/1]
Without sparing a moment of time yasu quickly shifted his weapon over to his right side with the tip sliding across the ground as he raced forwards. Weather he would admit it aloud he was getting into this training. He wanted to feel sword upon sword and to test his will against another. The moment he closed the distance he hefted the blade upwards in a two handed grip. His partner, attempted to drop parry the blow only to have himself and his blade tossed into the air from the sheer power of the strike. Tsukuyomi be damned he loved that sight. [1/1]
Now it was time for free for all training, the fun part. As the two faced off with each other Yasu smiled widely and took his solid shogun stance. The other took a high stance he was unfamiliar with. Though his keen mind allowed him to read it like a book. When the man feigned a high thrust down into a low strike, Yasu simply sidestepped and brought his blade down hard on the mans driving it into the ground. Without wasting a moment Yasu's fist lashed out hard slamming into the mans wrist. Damn near instantly the man released his blade and reeled back. Hefting his blade over his shoulder he laughed and kicked the mans blade to him. [1/1]
Giving a mocking, come get it, gesture his partner seemed to get slightly more than a little angered. Just how he wanted it. Dropping into the solid shogun once again he relaxed and let his body move as his instinct willed. When the two met it was like an explosion of sparks. Blade upon blade again and again sending sparks flying as the two cut, thrust, parried, and hacked at each other. Unable to breach his defenses the man fell back panting a bit. [1/1]
Letting out a quick howl, Yasu charged forwards roiling in his adrenaline fulled state and thirst for battle. Without hesitation he charged the man down completely unafraid of the fact that this man was just as armed as he was. Once he had closed the distance he sidestepped the mans thrust using his own blades weight to move himself. Now close enough to touch the man Yasu lashed out with a vicious thrust to the mans stomach sending him to the ground. [1/1]
Giving the other man room and respect he chose to train on the other side of the room. Taking up his place in a circle of dummies to begin his training he drew his blade and took his stance in a read drop parry before lunging forward and impaling the dummy before effortlessly withdrawing the blade. [1/1]
Stepping back his chakra began to activate and he allowed it to fuel his body and its movements. His feet lightly tapped the ground as he became a mixture of blurs and solids as he appeared to be standing still yet still moving backwards then forwards. [1/1]
Retaking his stance he poured his chakra into the blade causing it to gain a faint emerald glow. Taking the katana in both hands he brought the blade over his head and brought it down quickly on the dummy to his front left. The blade cleanly bit through the straw of the dummy but caused a resounding clang as his blade hit the steel frame. Drawing his blade back he examined it with a smile noting that it had not been chipped like a normal impact of the same sort would have. [1/1]
With a gesture of his sword he created a shadow clone. The clone took its place on the other side of the ring of dummies and drew several kunai from its belt. With a nod Yasu coated his blade in chakra and let it fill the edge again creating a barrier. Then the clone shot out the kunai as nari's body snapped to and fro deflecting the kunai to the sides of him with relative ease. [1/1]
A small chuckle escaped from his lips as Yasu helped the clone retrieve his kunai. Then with another nod the clone drew its blade and matched Nari's stance as the two gave a salute to each other. Then in a blur of motion the clone dashed forward lashing out with a straight jab. Yasu responded with a drop parry using his left hand to support the tip of his blade. Pushing forward he ground the flat of his blade against the clones until it hit the cross guard. From there he spun quickly and speared two jabs into the clones torso causing it to explode. [1/1]
Taking up his stance again he slid his left leg forward and began to practice what was known as pivot blocking. Each time an imaginary blow was blocked he would pivot on his forward leg and bring the blade around to cleave said imaginary enemy in two. It took him a little bit to actually get it down. Despite the fact that he now carried a proper blade he still was more accustomed to using bows and knives. [1/1]
With a bit of a chuckle Yasu relaxed completely and allowed himself a moment to recover as his muscles were starting to ache. Shaking out the fatigue he looked over the dummies before him. For the most part they are unscathed though the first one was pretty heavily damaged due to the heavy cut he had delivered earlier. Taking a deep breath he took his blade into a loose one handed grip and began making very very fast, light, cuts into the dummy mixing cuts, slashes, chops and lunges. The end result was a somewhat shredded dummy. [1/1]
Resetting into a low ready stance he held his blade before him with his left hand on the hilt in a two handed grip and the blade angled away from him in a forty five degree angle. Taking a deep breath he poured his chakra into the blade causing an emerald sheath to appear around it creating a ghost of the blade in the form of an extension. [1/1]
While maintaining the chakra extension, Yasu slid his left leg back while sliding his right leg forward. The stance normally would provide an excellent footing and allow for reactive and proactive advances and retreats. Though here in the desert getting an actually solid footing was difficult at best. With a smile he poured his chakra into his feet and noticed immediately that his feet clung do the wooden planks of the floor with much much greater grip. [1/1]
The next technique would be both fun and useful. He was sure that there were already wires set up somewhere so looking up, noticed that there were wires up in the rafters there to practice balance and agility. Hurrying up the wall, he got to the wires and got ready to start balancing. Stepping out onto the wire was the hardest part but so far so good. Not to say he did not wobble this way and that when crossing the wires. The young man swayed back and forth along the wires, legs buckling as his hands grabbed on. After a moment of collecting himself on the center he stood slowly with a smile and began walking back and fourth along the wires. After a time of running back and forth he jumped back down to his ring of dummies ready to continue on. [1/1]
Flicking his wrist, Yasu summoned another shadow clone and taking up his position the two faced each other again. Though unlike the last couple times he took a deep breath and concentrated his chakra into his feet and legs. Holding his weapon off to his right he tightened the muscles in his legs and surged forward with unprecedented, well for him unprecedented, speed. [1/1]
Focusing instead on brute strength Yasu focused on speed and finesse. His blade work was improving exponentially which was a combination of his natural talent plus years of training, watching, and learning gained on the battlefield. Each strike he aimed towards his clone counterpart was neither to fast nor to slow. It was perfect for what it needed to be, when it needed to be. [1/1]
Stepping back to disengage with his clone counterpart he took a second to catch his breath. Having spent so much time with the monks in prayer, debate, and meditation left his muscles slightly weaker and nowhere near as defined as they were. Something he would have to work on in his spare time. Giving a nod to indicate he was ready the clone charged forwards, nari, pulling his arm in feinted to low while aiming to actually redirect the blow towards the armor strips on his hips. When the blow struck the strips he wedged the blade between the strips and his own blade before wrenching downwards ripping the blade out of his counterparts grip. [1/1]
Kicking the blade back towards his counterpart he allowed the clone to pick it up before the two resumed their forms. This time it was Yasu who struck first. Flicking his wrist to coat the blade in chakra he made a telegraphed vertical chop expecting the clone to do exactly what it did. Counter with a horizontal block braced by its arm. As the blades struck he smiled as four more blows hammered into the blade only heartbeats after the first blow driving the clone to its knees. [1/1]
Not giving up in the slightest Yasu stepped into the strike holding his weight on the blade before quickly pulling the blade up and once again slamming it back down onto the horizontal block of his clone. This time instead of multiple strikes immediately after the first the second strike came a full second after the first one driving him back to his knees again. [1/1]
Once again leveraging his weight against the clones blade to save his arms he did something very different than the first time. Sliding his foreleg back around behind his previously back right leg he spun around to the side of the clone and lashed out aiming to impale the clone as it rose to its feet. Just as the blade entered the clone he pulled it back slightly and impaled the clone again this time driving his blade through the clone entirely. [1/1]
Returning his blade to its scabbard he returned his attention once again to his agility and balance training. While he was naturally agile he had no opposition to improving it further. Making his way up the wall he once again took his place on the ledge where the wires started. For some reason he did not know, the wires felt like they were almost a foot wide when he stepped out onto them. With a chuckle he leaned backwards and placed his hand on the wire and flipped backwards and carried the momentum into a cartwheel landing back onto his feet. This acrobatic display continued for a time before he jumped from the wire back to the ground to return to his swordplay. [1/1]
Yet again drawing his blade from its scabbard he summoned another clone. Once the clone was ready he made a gesture an the clone attacked. It was a outside high chop from left to right. Yasu shifted his position in anticipation of the strike and brought the blade around behind him before shifting his weight into the blade as it passed before him and slammed into the other with impressive force as he pushed down and drove it into the wooden floor carving gouges in the wood. [1/1]
With a heavy sigh and his muscles aching from overuse at this point Yasu finally decided to call it a day and returned his weapons to their proper racks. After all he had never ever sat down and trained that hard in his life. Though despite how sore he was he enjoyed the feeling of satisfaction he was experiencing. Now that his body was where he wanted it he decided it was time to go work on his Ninjutsu abilities. Bowing at the waist to his training partners he headed out. [exit]
Training Completed
Dainamikku-Entori [ Dynamic Entry ] Rank: X Dainamikku-Akushon [ Dynamic Action ] Rank: X :: Simple Youjitsuba [ Spitting Toothpick ] Rank: X Asshou [ Pressure Palm ] Rank: X
Stage Two Harisuzu [ Bell Needles ] Rank: X Fuuma Kage Shuriken no Jutsu [ Wind Shuriken Shadow Windmill ] Rank: X Haridoku [ Poison Needles ] Rank: X Tokken [ Tackle Charge ] Rank: X Asshou [ Pressure Palm ] Rank: X Konoha Senpuu [ Leaf Spinning Wind ] Rank: X Konoha Kage Buyou [ Leaf Shadow Dance ] Rank: X Tsutenkyaku [ Painful Sky Leg ] Rank: D Shoushitsu [ Knee Strike ] Rank: X
Kasai Stage One Simple Step Rank: E :: Simple Inside Footsweep Rank: X :: Simple Basic Stance Rank: E :: Training
Stage Two Pivoting Block Rank: X :: Simple Deflecting Rank: X :: Simple Locking Rank: X :: Simple Forward Stabbing Slash Rank: X :: Simple
Stage Three Shogun Slash Rank: X :: Simple Shogun Crash Rank: X :: Simple Shogun’s Rise Rank: X :: Complex Solid Shogun Stance Rank: C :: Training
Stage Four Strike Disarm Rank: X :: Simple Deflection Flurry Rank: B :: Simple Bravery Rank: B :: Simple Fluid Transition Rank: B :: Training
Stage Five: Attacking Shogun stance Rank: A :: Training Falling Shogun Rank: A :: Simple Deflection Cut Rank: A :: Simple
Hanage no Shunkan (stages 1 through five)
Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2016 2:05 am
Chōumei Sue Akamichi || Rank :: Konohagakure | Title: Genin | Rank: C || Class :: Performer/ Bukijutsu || Chakra :: 450/450 || Stamina :: 210/210
食 Pursing her mouth into "duck lips" as Kirumi answer her first question Chōumei would walk with arms and hands clasped behind her head carelessly as she'd walk looking mostly up wards towards the sky seeming to not really be thinking too deeply, but for those who knew Chōumei this was her "thinky walky stance"...well "walk". Chōumei wouldn't start to interject until her second question was answered by Kiru-chan it always never made sense to Chōumei how much Kirumi put herself down despite the amount of potential she had. Chōumei saw a depth of focus and fury that could transmute the desire to protect to the actions of protecting and healing. Chōumei was a blade for the most part and beside her tricks and skills she'd had to rely on her Kami for any greater power to help the world around her but Kirumi had the power to connect with others at will empathy and a watchful eye made for a certain type of fighter that Chōumei knew she couldn't become herself but Kiru-chan. There's more for her if she learns to break beyond the image of us she has in her mind.
Chōumei would sigh audibly as she'd think on how it slightly felt like maybe Kirumi might not have these doubts in herself if she didn't meet her, but then again there were deeper demons that plagued the young foreign born Yamanaka taking root in her family. The second answer roused Chōumei to come to a stop just outside the Dojo and look over into Kirumi's eyes. "Well lets do something about that shale we? I don't think you're weak Kir-chan but your issue is that you haven't put directed this doubt into the fire in your belly you showed me on our first day of meeting. It'll never be enough to say you want to be the Hokage. You need to train and develop your self all around and develop your specialties to support where you're weakest. Make your self a pillar that can support anyone in any situation and stand beside us. It's the only answer, OSU!. Now walk in and lets begin. I want you to first shed all weapons on yourself and we'll take up hand to hand combat and weapons training first." Chōumei would let Kiru-chan lead intot he Dojo as she'd prepare herself for the next part by putting down her large sword and the pouch she'd kept all her senbon in.
((OOC:: . ))
￥ Ryo: 5,500 | ￥ AC: 3,250
Passives/Attributes: • Learn Ninjutsu one [2] post faster. [ Academy] • Learn Genjutsu one [2] post faster [Academy] • Learns Bukijutsu one [3] post faster. [ DoJo] • Learns Taijutsu one [1] post faster. [ DoJo] • 10% price reductions for shopping.
• Emotional Content: The user is able to make fantastic illusions appear by performing on their instrument. This ability comes at the cost of not being able to perform ninjutsu through use of performance or instrument. Can perform B rank genjutsu and lower at Gennin.
•Weapon Specialist: The user Gains a free custom weapon slot, while forsaking the ability to learn ninjutsu for the ability to learn more than 1 rigorous style (styles still count for 2 slots). With their inability to learn ninjutsu, they get to learn [1] additional bukijutsu style for every 10 ninjutsu slots their were supposed to acquire. Their depth and devotion to the weapon arts allows their skill to increase with every rank allowing their weapons to cut through defensive bukijutsu techniques of the same rank.
• Walking Contradiction: Chōsu has oddly no trouble when it comes to performing genjutsu, contradicting and overriding her clans normal weakness in this area, and all ninjutsu and genjutsu slots are compounded into genjutsu, yet learning genjutsu does take one [1] more post for her than others. (not conflicting with buki discipline b/c she "would of" had them)
• Prodigious Martial-Artist!: Chōsu has a large and curvy build and flexible physical shape that allows her to learn and practice most any(soft or hard) Buki or Tai-jutsu style rigorous or not with just one [1] slot. Provided her curvy physique has the benefit of mass for hard-style, and springy flexibility for soft-style. (though purely light-weight styles are restricted when heavy) Yet this is a taxing task in terms of the time it takes to learn these Jutsu increasing learning requirements by one [1] post.
• The Hunter's Instinct: Can always find The [Chakra Virus] monster in the general direction from her location.
• Basic Stance Physical :: E :: training The user holds their weapon at the belly button level, with the tip of the blade pointing at their opponents throat. This is a simple, but aggressive stance.
Following Choumei's route towards the academy, the Yamanaka anxiously wondered just want she had in store for the weakest link in the chain that was Nihongo. Like always, she remained pretty doubtful when it come towards her own abilities, especially because of her fears for this training session. While somewhat effective in healing jutsu, Kirumi had very little practice with all other types, a bit fearful of what it would be like to be caught in a high level genjutsu. Choumei seemed to have something on her mind, though Kirumi couldn't tell just what that was, not wanting to intrude on her thoughts and break the special bond that they shared. What made the girl stop was Choumei turned around and facing her with very serious and motherly eyes, gazing into her own frightful ones. Had she done something wrong? Said something to upset the leader of Nihongo? It seemed so, as Choumei lectured her about how she had not put any effort into proving to herself that she could be strong as the rest of the other group, this displayed by yelling at Choumei on the day the four of them had met. That fateful day had been when Choumei had called the girl short, back when she was still somewhat...small, a sore spot for the new well endowed and timid kunoichi. The worst part about this was that Kiru knew that Choumei was right about her dream to become Hokage. It would take an amazing amount of work, dedication, courage, and luck if she wanted to become the kage of her new home village. "R-Right. I'll try to b-be more better...Like you. Oh-OSU..."
She invited Kirumi inside and then ordered her to dispose of any weapons or anything she had on her at the moment, the two preparing to fight in hand-to-hand combat. The blonde obligued and set down her ranged weapon, pouches of shuriken, senbon, and other sorta of goodies, next to Choumei's sword and then faced the chocolate skinned woman, a very distressed look on her face. This would help her for the betterment of her skills and team, but something told her that it would hurt a lot more than she thought it would.
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•·.·´¯`·.·•´Debuffs`•.¸¸.•´ ☒ ☒ ☒
•·.·´¯`·.·•´Active Techniques`•.¸¸.•´ ● [ Rank X ]
● [ Rank X ]
● [ Rank X ]
•·.·´¯`·.·•´Passives`•.¸¸.•´ ● Nimble Fingers: Kirumi can perform jutsu that requires handsigns with one hand. ● Get Excited!: During a battle, Kirumi gains a slight boost to reaction time.
•·.·´¯`·.·•´Learning Reductions`•.¸¸.•´ ● Learn eiseijutsu two [2] posts faster. ● Learn ninjutsu one [1] post faster. ● Learn genjutsu one [1] post faster.
•·.·´¯`·.·•´Disciplines`•.¸¸.•´ ○ Specialist: The user, choosing to specialize in healing medical techniques, gains a great boost to their chakra control in that area. At Chunnin, they gain a -5 chakra reduction to perform techniques in their specialty. at Jounin, -10, at Konin -15 at Sannin -20. ○ Resolution: The user is more determined to get fine details from his sensory techniques, but in order to get this type of clarity the user's range of the technique is reduced by half. The user is able to discover type of technique that is about to be active (fuuin, genjutsu, ninjutsu, custom jutsu, complex tai and buki), even specifics such as Bloodline type and rank. Additionally, the user can gain similar information about any chakra source in their sensory technique's range, including what bloodline the person possesses, and how large their chakra pool is.
Chōumei Sue Akamichi || Rank :: Konohagakure | Title: Genin | Rank: C || Class :: Performer/ Bukijutsu || Chakra :: 450/450 || Stamina :: 210/200
食 Chōumei would walk out onto the tatami mat of the Dojo as the overseeing instructors watched her start to stretch and loosen up her curvy figure so she could give a go at what was a fairly new experience for her. Chōumei honestly was more of a solid stance fighter who moved ina traditional understanding of combat by blocking with a hardened defensive and striking to break the opponents for blows traded. She rarely ever focused on speed or manipulation of momentum beyond a simple parry of her blade to open an opponent for a strike from her hand or foot to gain distance of incapacitate. Yet thinking of kiru-chans ability and musculature from looking at her figure Chōumei figured the Yamanaka's wheel house for combat would be better suited in the free form "Soft Physical" style. Chōumei would invite Kiru-chan out to the mat opposite of her with a wave of her hand and a point of her finger to tell her where to stand. "Stretch before we start. I'm gonna practice and learn a lil soft physical combat with ya through practice. I've gots what they call 'muscles memory'. I'm not much for book learning ta be honest shugah, but I'ves always got the gift for feelin ma way through et. Some people call'et grit or intuition in some circles, but that's my gift."
"What we need ta ind out is what your gift is sweetie, and ta do that we need ta dance a lil throw a few punches and see how ya body moves, your senses read me or what creativity ya got for evading or attakin me. SO, Get Ready! OSU!"
D-Rank Soft Physical Training [Chōumei 1/2] ((For Kirumi since this will be her locked style she'll have a natural skill up t her body rank of C no posts required.))
Chōumei would finish her stretching by doing a split on the mat reaching for her toes on either side and bending her heels to plant her feet enough to pick herself up from that position. Then reaching towards the ceiling and wiggling out her joints and doing all this while keeping controlled breaths of inhaling through her nose and exhaling through her mouth slowly she'd steel a solid expression of confidence. A smirk on her face Chōumei would keep her in the air and wiggle her fingers before breaking out into a series of front flips shooting her right in Kirumi's direction. A foot or two out Chōumei would land on her hand and seemingly loose balance as her elbow would buckle and she'd break into a tumble forward at Kirumi's leg. Yet this was intentional so Chōumei could test her ability to stay loose even with her weight playing into the momentum of her attack. Yet this being soft physical style her objective wasn't to directly try and hit Kiru-chan but rather to trip her so that her own weight played against her. Using the benefits of an opponents build against them was a strong component in soft physical as well as evasive moves or counters that turned about force. Chōumei's display was a bit counter intuitive of a soft physical master who wouldn't of used so much energy to perform such a simple trip where tiring out the opponent was part of the point of the style, but Chōumei had her flare for dramatics to tend to. [2/2] [Complete]
Hit or miss Chōumei's roll would break into a slide as her hand would brace to hit into Kirumi's leg and grab at the mat to stop herself and brace her against the ground to gain traction enough to come to her feet just at the point of her toes. As if being in a runners position just at the starting line of a race Chōumei would train her eyes and ears for Kirumi's position as shed call out to her teammate, "Remember what I've already explained I train by doing, but you need to see where your talent lays. Dodge me and try and hit me and use what ever means you have with in your physical ability to survive. I won't be pulling punches with this next one. And by the Kami It will hurt. " Chōumei's eyes sharpened as if they were cat like for a moment as she said this and it was a bit intimidating the depth in her voice as her fingers curled into a fist on the mat still in the ready position to pounce towards Kiru-chan. her body would seem to tense as she'd ready for a hard dash at her training partner. B-Rank Hard Physical Training [Chōumei 1/4]
((OOC:: Alright I figured that since Kirumi needs some basic fighting ability to work from I think you lock style should be soft physical and the kusarigama is something you train with the formless slots you have. since your body rank is C you should have 4 formless slots. We'll work on that here but I want you to get a feel for writing combat first. Try and take some ques from how i describe things and imagine the details of what you want to do and the best way to communicate that intent. Also use past tense so it's resolved that she already has done what you wrote.))
￥ Ryo: 5,500 | ￥ AC: 3,250
Passives/Attributes: • Learn Ninjutsu one [2] post faster. [ Academy] • Learn Genjutsu one [2] post faster [Academy] • Learns Bukijutsu one [3] post faster. [ DoJo] • Learns Taijutsu one [1] post faster. [ DoJo] • 10% price reductions for shopping.
• Emotional Content: The user is able to make fantastic illusions appear by performing on their instrument. This ability comes at the cost of not being able to perform ninjutsu through use of performance or instrument. Can perform B rank genjutsu and lower at Gennin.
•Weapon Specialist: The user Gains a free custom weapon slot, while forsaking the ability to learn ninjutsu for the ability to learn more than 1 rigorous style (styles still count for 2 slots). With their inability to learn ninjutsu, they get to learn [1] additional bukijutsu style for every 10 ninjutsu slots their were supposed to acquire. Their depth and devotion to the weapon arts allows their skill to increase with every rank allowing their weapons to cut through defensive bukijutsu techniques of the same rank.
• Walking Contradiction: Chōsu has oddly no trouble when it comes to performing genjutsu, contradicting and overriding her clans normal weakness in this area, and all ninjutsu and genjutsu slots are compounded into genjutsu, yet learning genjutsu does take one [1] more post for her than others. (not conflicting with buki discipline b/c she "would of" had them)
• Prodigious Martial-Artist!: Chōsu has a large and curvy build and flexible physical shape that allows her to learn and practice most any(soft or hard) Buki or Tai-jutsu style rigorous or not with just one [1] slot. Provided her curvy physique has the benefit of mass for hard-style, and springy flexibility for soft-style. (though purely light-weight styles are restricted when heavy) Yet this is a taxing task in terms of the time it takes to learn these Jutsu increasing learning requirements by one [1] post.
• The Hunter's Instinct: Can always find The [Chakra Virus] monster in the general direction from her location.
• Basic Stance Physical :: E :: training The user holds their weapon at the belly button level, with the tip of the blade pointing at their opponents throat. This is a simple, but aggressive stance.
Kirumi watched as Choumei made her way towards the tatami mat and began to stretch and loosen up for whatever they were about to do. The Yamanaka still had her doubts about being here, not exactly the prime candidate to be learning purely taijutsu and bukijutsu style techniques. While not gifted in terms of physical strength, as anyone could have guessed from her heritage, she was still somewhat "squishy" when it came to throwing punches at another person. Choumei, on the other hand, seemed like she was bred purely for the style, her curvy and rather cute figure hiding all of her real muscular strength behind her optimistic and able bodied eyes. She seemed to pick up that her teammate was a bit lost for what to do, pointing at a spot in front of her and gesturing for the Yamanaka to come to her. Kirumi obliged, slowly making her way towards Choumei before planting herself in front of the girl and listening to her words. She began to stretch to the best of her ability. While not possessing a large knowledge of the correct positions to make herself seem ready and poised for battle, Kirumi did know most of them by a rough guess. When she had concluded her embarrassing display for everyone to see, she would look towards Choumei and nod, signaling that she was ready to go as she would ever be.
Her sparring partner seemed to have been ready ages ago, she she managed to do the splits, which Kirumi found almost entirely too painful to do, and seem to be pulling something unbeknownst to her. In a matter of an amazing display of agility and body ability, her dark skinned opponent pushed the majority of her body into the air and balanced it there for a moment before rolling towards her position and throwing her leg out towards Kirumi. Unfortunately, Kirumi had little idea how to counter such a complex and sudden attack, and even if she did, her reflexes were still stuck on wondering what her friend was about to do. Her feet swept from under her, the genin landed on her side to the tatami mat with a thud while Choumei moved back and got into another stance, almost like she was ready to sprint in her direction while calling out for the younger girl.
"R-Right...I'll try." The Yamanaka grumbled, pulling herself back up onto her own two feet and getting into a pretty standard defensive stance, thinking about what she could do for Choumei's next attack. From the looks of it, it seemed like her friend would be charging towards her. This left her with a few options for how she could manage this situation. While she could try and sidestep the attack and possibly trip her in the process, there was also the question of if she could withstand it and counterattack while the impact would leave her open for attack for a brief period of time. It's not like I can really toss her around, like she can to me. So let's try something different. Kirumi took a deep breath as she stood up straight, aligning her right should with the front of Choumei with the rest of her body behind it. This would effectively reduce the bulk of her size and make it easier to dodge whatever was going to be thrown at her, assuming that all the kunoichi was going to do was charge her or attack right in the middle of it. Her goal was to watch and predict was she was going to do and then attempt to get out of the way of it. If that could be done, she'd get onto launching an attack of her own. Kirumi's eyes focused on Choumei as she stood ready to begin, twitching as they began to focus on her legs and hands while awaiting any sudden movement from them.
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•·.·´¯`·.·•´Buffs`•.¸¸.•´ ☑ ☑ ☑
•·.·´¯`·.·•´Debuffs`•.¸¸.•´ ☒ ☒ ☒
•·.·´¯`·.·•´Active Techniques`•.¸¸.•´ ● [ Rank X ]
● [ Rank X ]
● [ Rank X ]
•·.·´¯`·.·•´Passives`•.¸¸.•´ ● Nimble Fingers: Kirumi can perform jutsu that requires handsigns with one hand. ● Get Excited!: During a battle, Kirumi gains a slight boost to reaction time.
•·.·´¯`·.·•´Learning Reductions`•.¸¸.•´ ● Learn eiseijutsu two [2] posts faster. ● Learn ninjutsu one [1] post faster. ● Learn genjutsu one [1] post faster.
•·.·´¯`·.·•´Disciplines`•.¸¸.•´ ○ Specialist: The user, choosing to specialize in healing medical techniques, gains a great boost to their chakra control in that area. At Chunnin, they gain a -5 chakra reduction to perform techniques in their specialty. at Jounin, -10, at Konin -15 at Sannin -20. ○ Resolution: The user is more determined to get fine details from his sensory techniques, but in order to get this type of clarity the user's range of the technique is reduced by half. The user is able to discover type of technique that is about to be active (fuuin, genjutsu, ninjutsu, custom jutsu, complex tai and buki), even specifics such as Bloodline type and rank. Additionally, the user can gain similar information about any chakra source in their sensory technique's range, including what bloodline the person possesses, and how large their chakra pool is.
Chōumei Sue Akamichi || Rank :: Konohagakure | Title: Genin | Rank: C || Class :: Performer/ Bukijutsu || Chakra :: 450/450 || Stamina :: 210/160
食 Watching Kirumi carefully as if she had the eyes of a predator watching it's prey Chōumei would notice Kirumi assuming a stance. correcting the form she'd loosely taken before since she'd seemingly had no clue how to start this, but in spite of herself Kiru-chan had the natural instinct to try and defend herself and to try and survive. Aiming her side to Chōumei so that the surface area she could hit or grapple was thinner was a natural assumption. So this lead Chōumei to believe Kiru-chan had the skills in her to become a better fighter with practice, but she didn't seem to find her stride unless pushed. Chōumei would smile wide as she couldn't help but lose some of her serious tone when thinking of this slight peek of progress, and she was also happy to see something she might of had naturally in common with Kiru-chan. They seemingly could be "do'ers" more over than just "thinkers". B-Rank Hard Physical Training [Chōumei 2/4]
Adjusting her posture to give her body a little less of a hunch over appearance as she brought some of her muscles to rest and would recede from a straight tackle as her first thought was initially. Her form changed on the dime to that of a more crouched boxing stance as she'd horridly drive her body forward towards Kiru-chan and would find her footing as close as she could to Kirumi before she'd take her fist which were in a guarded position in front of her fast and eyes. Now one might wonder how Chōumei could find or follow Kirumi if her hands were blocking her eyes. Well she used her ears. It was a common mistake of people to overly rely on their eyes to fight. hand eye coordination is only one part of fighting prowess, but a great fighter used all their senses to better guide thier strikes and avoid the opponents. Now this principle wasn't something Chōumei was ever taught it always just came to her naturally. [Chōumei 3/4]
Chōumei once in striking range of Kiru-chan once she could hear her breath she could release a simple straight jab aiming for the Yamanaka's chest area given her height. Revealing a toothed grin from behind the mas of her fist guarding her fist Chōumei's punch would be strong enough to blow the other kunoichi off her feet if she didn't dodge it and respond with something this time. Chōumei not holding back this time made sure to lay it on heavy with this punch So kiru-chan had a real estimate for just how much she should want to dodge these punches if she wanted to walk out of her not black and blue all over. Medical shinobi had to get close to the people they wanted to heal for the most part, and that meant at some point Kiru-chan might be in close range of a decoy or doppelganger enemy and she'd need to know how to respond by instinct and reflex f not just practice building it into her body. Then the tenacity to build around her foundations with her other talents. [Chōumei 4/4]
Passives/Attributes: • Learn Ninjutsu one [2] post faster. [ Academy] • Learn Genjutsu one [2] post faster [Academy] • Learns Bukijutsu one [3] post faster. [ DoJo] • Learns Taijutsu one [1] post faster. [ DoJo] • 10% price reductions for shopping.
• Emotional Content: The user is able to make fantastic illusions appear by performing on their instrument. This ability comes at the cost of not being able to perform ninjutsu through use of performance or instrument. Can perform B rank genjutsu and lower at Gennin.
•Weapon Specialist: The user Gains a free custom weapon slot, while forsaking the ability to learn ninjutsu for the ability to learn more than 1 rigorous style (styles still count for 2 slots). With their inability to learn ninjutsu, they get to learn [1] additional bukijutsu style for every 10 ninjutsu slots their were supposed to acquire. Their depth and devotion to the weapon arts allows their skill to increase with every rank allowing their weapons to cut through defensive bukijutsu techniques of the same rank.
• Walking Contradiction: Chōsu has oddly no trouble when it comes to performing genjutsu, contradicting and overriding her clans normal weakness in this area, and all ninjutsu and genjutsu slots are compounded into genjutsu, yet learning genjutsu does take one [1] more post for her than others. (not conflicting with buki discipline b/c she "would of" had them)
• Prodigious Martial-Artist!: Chōsu has a large and curvy build and flexible physical shape that allows her to learn and practice most any(soft or hard) Buki or Tai-jutsu style rigorous or not with just one [1] slot. Provided her curvy physique has the benefit of mass for hard-style, and springy flexibility for soft-style. (though purely light-weight styles are restricted when heavy) Yet this is a taxing task in terms of the time it takes to learn these Jutsu increasing learning requirements by one [1] post.
• The Hunter's Instinct: Can always find The [Chakra Virus] monster in the general direction from her location.
• Basic Stance Physical :: E :: training The user holds their weapon at the belly button level, with the tip of the blade pointing at their opponents throat. This is a simple, but aggressive stance.
Jovian walked into the Dojo, she felt right at home here. She walked around the Dojos edge, she loved it here. Konoha seemed like a right fit for her and she couldn't have been happier; She walked up to a dummy and knocked on its chest. It was surprisingly solid. She withdrew her sword and stabbed it into the dummy. It definitely had some give but she needed to get some good quality training out of this one. She walked over to the wall littered with scrolls and looked them over, there seemed to be a scroll fro everything that she would need. She sheathed her sword and grabbed a scroll from the wall;
' I like the looks of this ' she smiled and walked back to the dummy, this was something that she felt familiar with and knew that she'd need a back up plan come the time that she wouldn't have her blade. She sat down and unrolled the chosen scroll, this seemed to have very little to do with chakra if at all. She looked at the dummy, backed away and started to do straight punches at the dummy. Slowly, she started to strike harder; after a few strikes small red marks started to litter the dummy.
She looked at her knuckles and they started to bleed, she winced and stood up. She understood that the scroll was teaching her a impact resistance... but this was slightly painful. She stood up and looked at the dummy, if she was going to get anywhere... she would have to continue. She stood up, did a small 'duck and weave' and started to lay hard straight punches to the dummy. After some time, she noticed that the punches no longer hurt and she was leaving visible cracks in the dummy.
She back away from it and decided that she wanted to land a hard straight into the dummy. She focused on the dummy, the very spot where she wanted to plant her fist. Putting her fists up, she threw to body weight into it. Her fist flew smooth and extremely strong. it landed... leaving a deep crack into the dummy.
She brought her fists down and shook her right hand, it was a solid straight...her fists were covered with marks and small cuts. She shook it off and went to the dummy, she felt the small crack in it and knew she had to continue.
Jovian was happy with her presonal progress and it was not going to stop her. The pain her her hands would subside and she was going to continue with her training. She looked down at the pervious scroll and started to carefully re-roll it; she wanted to make sure that someone else was able to use it again in a decent condition. She walked over to the massive wall of scrolls and placed it back where she found it, she started to scan over them again. She wanted to fully utilize her sword in the proper way... the way that the Lady would have wanted her to. she snagged a scroll and took it back to the dummy that she was standing in front of previous. She laughed at the massive crack in the wood dummy, She sat down and unrolled the scroll. It was a sword technique that he knew that she was going to ace.
She read it over and thought that it would be great in a chain, she jogged back over to the wall and decided to take 3 more scrolls. She opened all three and looked them over carefully. The last thing that she wanted was to injure herself with her own blade. She unsheathed her blade and looked over the stance that was displayed in the scroll... it felt so natural. She faced the dummy and took an offensive step forward. she quickly got into the dummys space and she elbowed it in the midsection. She took a step back and placed her arms adjacent to her bellybotton and made sure the blade tip was directly pointed at the dummy throat. She felt stronger, she took a step forward and rammed into the dummy with her shoulder. The dummy fell over while Jovian tried to catch it, She needed the dummy to learn more techniques.
She rolled up the scrolls and walked them back to the wall, she needed something more... something that was going to be her trump card. She examined the wall carefully. She looked down at her fists and realized that cuts and bruises covered them. She decided that she was going to take some time to learn ninjutsu.
The blonde's light blue eyes remained focused on the dark skinned female's stature as she awaited for her to jump into action so that she could hopefully defend herself against whatever was about to be thrown at her. Her breathing was rapid, her mind racing about what Choumei would do when she saw the moment to attack along with her other reasons for being so anxious and nervous all the time. She made sure to keep her side aimed at Choumei no matter the direction in which she would rush at her from, making it a priority to dodge blows rather than try to catch or deflect them. It would be clear who the powerhouse between the two would be, which make a physical fight like this all the more hard, but this was not to say being the smaller opponent was the worst position to be in.
Choumei's postured changed from that of a person getting ready to sprint, to one that looked like a boxer, though it was not like Kirumi even knew what that was in the first place, only knowing the look of a person who was frozen in time while ducking to avoid a blow. Her eyes would be covered by this, which got the Yamanaka uneven as she had little idea how the chocolate toned woman would even be able to launch an attack from. She drew closer to her, the female standing her ground while the distance between the two fighters closed in a short time.
Once her opponent was close enough towards her, she sent out a vicious straight jab towards the Yamanaka, aimed at her chest. One of the more sensitive areas for the weaker opponent as she had been taught.With her right shoulder aimed at Choumei, Kirumi took a deep breath, sucking in as much mass from her stomach as she could, and throwing the top half of her body right as she swayed right. Seeing an opportunity to counter the strike and regain some much needed distance, the medi-nin's right arm quickly shot out and attempted to smack Choumei's unguarded ear. What she lacked in brute strength, Kirumi made up for in anatomy knowledge. One of the many areas an opponent could do best with not being hit in, the ears were a target for attacks that were underrated. When struck, it had the potential to temporarily disorient an unsuspecting opponent. Should the blow connected, Kirumi would launch an offensive on her own with the time she bought, doing her best as she brought her right foot up and kicked out at Choumei's stomach. She would not pushed Choumei away, but rather herself should both attacks go through unhindered.
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•·.·´¯`·.·•´Passives`•.¸¸.•´ ● Nimble Fingers: Kirumi can perform jutsu that requires handsigns with one hand. ● Get Excited!: During a battle, Kirumi gains a slight boost to reaction time.
•·.·´¯`·.·•´Learning Reductions`•.¸¸.•´ ● Learn eiseijutsu two [2] posts faster. ● Learn ninjutsu one [1] post faster. ● Learn genjutsu one [1] post faster.
•·.·´¯`·.·•´Disciplines`•.¸¸.•´ ○ Specialist: The user, choosing to specialize in healing medical techniques, gains a great boost to their chakra control in that area. At Chunnin, they gain a -5 chakra reduction to perform techniques in their specialty. at Jounin, -10, at Konin -15 at Sannin -20. ○ Resolution: The user is more determined to get fine details from his sensory techniques, but in order to get this type of clarity the user's range of the technique is reduced by half. The user is able to discover type of technique that is about to be active (fuuin, genjutsu, ninjutsu, custom jutsu, complex tai and buki), even specifics such as Bloodline type and rank. Additionally, the user can gain similar information about any chakra source in their sensory technique's range, including what bloodline the person possesses, and how large their chakra pool is.
