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 Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 9:23 pm
As Ryuu announced his vengeance upon the Leaf ninja, Kobay was proud to say the least. Little Ryuu was becoming a badass. But attacking a possibly-woman was unforgivable... possibly. Kobay was not about to take that risk so he interjected himself between the prisoner and did his best to make his already large body look bigger. If it worked for little frilled lizards... it might work on fellow ninja. [x] (Same post and facial expression)
There was only one line Kobay could think of for a moment when two badass ninja meet. One diving recklessly out of the air to attempt to gain revenge and the other standing in a bodybuilding stance to shield a woman (...potentially...) from harm's way.
"COME AT ME BRO!"
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 9:44 pm
“This chapter is ending... Medical Ninja Garou Sighing to himself for a second garou listened as the massive uchiha started talking into his ear about the perfect seed or something, this was getting more disturbing by the second and was hoping to get away from the madness soon. depending on the conditions he could possibly be only a prisoner or let go free if he was good but death was leaning more in his favor then anything else, thinking for a moment he saw his former attacker reappear making an attempt on him. Garou side stepped from the massive one allowing the two uchihas to meet in a head on collision, personally he was here to do business and the massive uchiha guy that was behind him was wrong in the head but would keep the other uchiha busy. While waiting he continued on to the shore to do business. but the story never ends.”
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 11:06 pm
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♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
Shuniji felt the rage drain from his throat as he walked alongside Kyanseru, though he was careful to keep his distance from Kobay. Normal people were a nice change of pace. Shuniji allowed his posture to return to its usual, loose tilt; his arms spread wide like tree branches to gesticulate his point.
"Eh, you'll come to realize there's a Hidden Village for pretty much everything--however Sound is nothing to sneeze at. You guys may not be as extinct as the rest of the world previously thought, but considering the number of guys we brought here as an entourage, I wouldn't call the Uchiha 'mainstream' just yet."
"As for the element thing, yeah. If you're gonna be dealing with ninja, knowing about the chakra natures is basic." Shuniji was honestly surprised this man, obviously older than himself, didn't know such foundational information.
"Obviously there's fire, water and earth, but there's also wind and lightning to consider as well, not to mention advanced elements that come from combining more than one, whether through a bloodline or pure willpower. There are more natures than we have names for."
Shuniji looked quite smug as he lectured, which betrayed the confidence he harbored in the mastery of his own elements.
He looked like he was about to continue down another tangent when Kobay's "whispering" cut him off. Shuniji, already walking a noticeable distance away from the large Uchiha, jerked even further to the edge of the group.
Shuniji muttered darkly about something that sounded suspiciously like "inbreeding." Thankfully, Kyanseru continued before Shuniji could become much more vocal.
"Yes, that's right--"
Shuniji's attempts at elaboration were cut short when yet another Uchiha descended from the sky. Shuniji instinctively took a defensive pose, though he quickly realized he wasn't the target.
Considering what was about to ensue between Kobay and who Shuniji assumed was the arsonist from earlier, the elder Sound-nin returned to a normal stance and stood blank-faced next to Kyanseru and Garou.
"Um... Does this kind of thing happen often for you guys..?"Mood: Stabilized
Status: Expositing
Thoughts: "I don't trust these people."  A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 11:19 pm
Kyanseru Uchiha
We must avoid....
"Not at all; Ryuu is just clearly losing his respect in attacking a target who had already given up" The older Uchiha said bitterly towards the younger Uchiha. "Every once in a while someone is bound to fall out of grace" As he said that Kyanseru placed a hand on Shuniji's back to keep the two of them moving past the other group Kobay and the clone were more then enough to take care of Ryuu and put him back in his place. "As for the Villages, I truthfully don't really care about them; the one who killed the Uchiha on this continent have been taken care of and is nothing more then Sand and Rubble" As they said this they started to near the location of the Daimyo, a few of the guards around the Daimyo's area seemed to look over at them as though they wondered why they were there but Kyanseru simply continued past them. "It pains me to know that two of the first three Uchiha you have meet are Kobay and Ryuu; both of whom are not really showing there best side at the moment"
As the two of them stopped Kyanseru looked back at Shuniji. "I don't know what your Otokage is like; but keep your mouth in check; the Daimyo had taken on army's on his own and won before. So irritating him is one of the last things you would want to do" As he said this he turned back and walked into the area that the Daimyo was currently in.
....Unnecessary bloodshed
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 11:26 pm
  Ryuu Uchiha Check... Ryuu took it back, Kobay was just as crazy and impossible to plan around as everyone said, and in Ryuu's raged state he kept his focus on his enemy from before. He didn't care that the massive chunk of muscle was between him and his own vengeance, he would go through him if he had to! In one swift motion Ryuu attempted to spin his body around so that he could literally use Kobay's big stupid face as a stepping stone to his true enemy. However, as it is well known you can't really adjust yourself greatly while still soaring through the air, instead of his foot colliding with Kobay's face, Ryuu's face collided with one of the larger Uchiha's massive biceps.
The sound of a wounded calf being eaten filled the area from Ryuu's failed flail attack turned shattered battering ram collided, but as luck would have it the amount of force Ryuu came at allowed him to continue going after he bounced his face off of Kobay's arm. Though, his amazing attack was reduced to the boy's limp body rag-dolling into Garou's. The much smaller Uchiha was down for the count, drool trickled from his mouth and spots of blood shining through the darkness that was his newly received black eyes. He was out cold.
and mate...
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 7:42 am
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♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
Shuniji laughed hollowly out of politeness and continued walking.
"Haha... Well, I'm sure if things head in the direction I'm anticipating, then you'll begin to care soon enough. I suppose the isolationist attitude has been the only expectation of the Uchiha that ya'll have met today."
Shuniji smirked. He heard the sound of two bodies crashing into each other and chuckled at what was likely going on behind him.
Kyanseru, meanwhile, stopped so abruptly, Shuniji almost tripped over him. The smile fell from his face as he regarded the older man.
"Ara... Even complete strangers have such little faith in me? Please. The only reason I'm so obnoxious to everyone is because everyone isn't half as frightening as Lord Otokage. I would warn you, but I get the feeling once you're in the vicinity of His Lordship, I won't need to."
Shuniji straightened to his full height and continued to walk alongside Kyanseru with a practiced grace. He was here to make a good impression this time, rather than just "an impression."Mood: Stabilized
Status: Scoffing
Thoughts: "This should be interesting..." A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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The Demon Quinlain Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 7:56 am
╣Mean clones.... Not nice.... Smell bad╠ Hisoka Uchiha━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀♂♀▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ "OKAY!" It said, snapping to attention. Giddily scampering away to follow Nee-san's orders, it seemed a little late to save anyone who actually needed saving. It bolted into one tent that was on fire but not too hazardous for little Hisoka to slip into and dragged out a soldier who appeared to be passed out. However, one glance at the body would say the chances of something that charred and still slightly on fire being alive weren't very good. But It smiled with pride at a job well done anyway. SniffSniffSniffTo It's dismay, It could smell no other people trapped in the fires for It to save, but It did smell more unfamiliar chakra signatures. One of them was using a jutsu, but a jutsu like It had never smelled before. The scent of water coming from the person's mouth was soon followed by a spontaneous rain. It hadn't smelled any signs of rain. Odd. Light rain quickly turned to torrential downpour and surprise quickly turned into gleeful skipping through giant puddles. That is, until It smelled one of the other chakra signatures. The smell was like daggers shoved up It's nose. The sound was like a thousand bunnies being torn apart by fisher cats. The taste, even from this far away made it want to vomit. It felt powerful. Terrifying. As filled by awe as It was, It was doubly filled by horror in it's purest form. It backed away slowly, feet sloshing in the muddy water, then broke into a run towards where It smelled Nee-san. The real Nee-san, not her crow clone. It clutched her arm and looked like It was trying to hide behind her. Seeing as It couldn't see, It could only be assumed by Aiko that It had been scared by a chakra signature. But even the Clone-Lord never frightened It this much. On the other hand, one of the other new scents carried the delightful aroma of watermelons. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄♀♂▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄Just a Child ╣DIE MR. SAMSA!!!╠
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 8:50 pm
Even on the vastness of the sea of politics, two noticeably large rogue waves where passing dangerously close to one another. The rainy midnight swells drew up like some kind of monstrous nightmares to tower over whatever unfortunate souls where caught between them as they sized each other up.
This was the meeting of titian. The Clan Lord, The Daimyo of the Renegade Uchiha Clan and the God King of the Sound Village.
"I trussst you are well..."
A sign of submission? Speaking first in such a sympathetic way?"Please... do not flatter me Zhang Guo Lao. I know you come calling for a favor. I owe you much, but hardly so much that I would allow the insult of bringing such an army to sway me."
A sign of sympathy scorned..."Of coussssse.... I forget
my placccceee perhapsssss..."
There was amusement in the Otokage's
voice. He was snake at heart and his place
was in the grass waiting and unassuming...
"But you are misssstaken I am afraid. I do not
bring thesssessss wormsss for my benefit alone...
I bring them sssso that we may mutually prosssper..."
If the Otokage was snake, than the Daimyo was a tiger.
"Do not count me a fool! It was not your blood that was spilled in the assault of village. I may have allowed myself to be used when it served my ends, but now I have no use for you."
He was a tiger indeed... he was fierce and lashed out when he felt in necessary...
The Otokage simply smirked with greater amusement,
"Sssso wisssse you are... but if you have sssso
prosssspered from my last offer- why then do you
hessssitate sssso at my offer?"
The two men now stood only an arms length apart with
nothing but the dust the now blew about in the wind
that grew between them.
The Otokage was long and tall- towering above the
shorter, more muscular Daimyo.
The amusement and secret superiority on the Otokage's face only made the proud Daimyo's ferocity to rebel grow.
"You'll have your chance to speak. I can not promise you I will hear you. You failed to speak loud enough last time we meet. You spoke so softly I could not hear it when you told me how powerful the village was. I am at only half my soldiers now. I've lost half my blood and all of my patience with your mystique!"
The Otokage did not seem phased at all by the noble spirit before him. In fact his smile even faded a bit. "I can hardly be blamed for your ssshortcomingssss," The Otokage was never wrong. He was perfect. He could admit no fault of his own... "But thosssse are a matter for when we have a a good deal more time..." The snake's venom dripped off his ever word... "Hold your tongue!""Or you'll cut it off?"
The amused superiority was once
again in full effect as the theoretical
snake began to constrict it's prey."Only if it speaks with the mind of another again, like I hope it just did right now!"
The Otokage chuckled softly, a sick amusement
coming into his face like a rush of blood.
"Oh... it musssst have... but now I've had quite
enough of this banter."
The lights went out on the world for everyone in
the camp.
[x]
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 9:24 pm
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♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
Shuniji blinked. When had the world gotten so dark? He would have assumed he'd fallen asleep, had he not so vividly remembered walking back to the Yang encampment with Kyanseru and the others. Also, he found it odd he was "waking up" standing upright in the campsite's training area.
The light returned gently and the sounds of life slowly returned to their normal volume. Shuniji rubbed at his ears absently and glanced around to see if anyone else was feeling the same.
Seika was there. He nodded to her in greeting and continued to survey the area. He immediately assumed such an occurrence was the Otokage's doing.
His kakoai registered only the darkness that had plagued the area moments earlier. Curiouser and curiouser, that meant it hadn't been a genjutsu...
Shuniji thought it strange the Otokage had used such a "fluffy" jutsu, when he was generally prone to doing much, much worse.
"Lord Otokage seems to be in a good mood." He noted.Mood: Curious
Status: Looking around
Thoughts: "Wonder what happened to everyone else." A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 12:41 pm
 ȘЄΊҜȺ▷Cheshiru◁  (¯`v´¯).`·.¸.·´ ¸.·´.·´¨)¸.·¨) (¸.·´(¸.·´(¸.·¨¯`☆☆☆☆☆☆
The darkness had surprised Seika a bit, especially when she found herself inside the camp, instead of on the border of it. As light slowly returned to the world once more, she stumbled back onto her feet and wobbled around. One would think she'd be used to this by now. Maybe the extra weight was making things a tad bit harder. Seika made sure to check her body real fast to make sure all her appendages were intact...Yep.
Seika thought it was strange how she could be in one place and wake up somewhere completely different. Then again...it was the Otokage. He had a tendency to pull stunts like that out of his a**. There was a five second period where she felt sorry for the Uchiha, wherever they were.
She glanced up at Shuniji when he spoke and shrugged in response.
"Of course he is." Seika replied as she placed her hands behind her back and stretched a bit. A part of her was glad she wasn't alone.
"It is his big day after all. Even Kaichou's innuendo couldn't ruin it." She added with a dark chuckle that receded as quickly as the joke ended. Yeah...that was in bad taste.
....For once the awkward silence was bugging her.
MƠƠƊ: PMS Quirky
lιѕтeɴιɴɢ тo: Sons of Plunder - Disturbed
Side note:Poor little Kaichou. D:
How would you like to see what d e a t h is like? ✞
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 10:56 pm
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♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
Several hours had passed without any sign of, well, anyone. Eventually, Shuniji and Seika had moved on from standing dumbstruck, to wandering aimlessly, to finally just training. They had already deduced they had been warped into the camp site’s designated training area, so they may as well do what they did best.
Really, thanks to Sound Village’s… “unique” planning, every native villager’s default status was “training”. Prisons at least had basketball hoops.
Shuniji honestly tried to downplay it, but being mistaken for gay or worse, a woman, was on his top ten list of things that drove him up the wall. He could have always changed his manner of dress or cut his hair, but that would be akin to admitting defeat—something that made his top five. As such, the only reasonable (by Shuniji’s standards, at least) solution, was to bulk up; if for no other reason than to punch the face off of the people that bugged him about his appearance.
Also, something Shuniji would never ever admit was that being in even the same vicinity as Kobay was an incredibly emasculating experience. That was before he’d even started speaking, too.
That was how Shuniji found himself twirling (masculinely!) around the Yang encampment’s training field, practicing his taijutsu. Unfortunately, due to Shuniji’s foggy perception of gender-roles, it had yet to occur to him that a fighting style based on flexibility and rhythm would more than likely be detrimental to his cause.
Regardless, the flips and punches he was throwing into the air were helping him to work off the energy that had the tendency to build up in Shuniji’s muscles whenever anything out of the ordinary happened. That said, this whole day had been the equivalent of an energy drink made of lighter fluid and meth for Shuniji. His already poor control over his newly-acquired super-strength was obviously being affected.
Shuniji dodged a punch from an imaginary foe and pulled back into a handspring. He pushed off with such force, the ground buckled beneath him like bed sheets and Shuniji flew off into a tree, leaving behind a sizable crater, both in the ground and the tree’s trunk. Shuniji noted this might be useful if he ever wanted to trip up an opponent. He’d have to work on the strength thing later.
He had actually been having a really difficult time adjusting to suddenly gaining such raw, physical power back in his fight with his first fight with an Immortal. Things he’d initially considered sturdy would immediately crumple in his grip. Fabric would tear like tissue and he’d completely given up on drinking out of glasses. (Speaking of, his readers had been the first to go. Lately, Shuniji had been resorting to reading with the books pressed up to his nose. It was quite unpleasant.)
Still, Shuniji knew better than to complain. He loved being STRONG, and to acquire such power so quickly was something to celebrate. It was just a bit… temporarily inconvenient.
Soon enough, the field became pockmarked with small craters.
505/1,800 words trained towards A-rank taijutsu style: Capoeira Mood: Neutral
Status: Training
Thoughts: "I've gone through far too many jackets....." A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 4:55 pm
ȘЄΊҜȺ▷Cheshiru◁ (¯`v´¯).`·.¸.·´ ¸.·´.·´¨)¸.·¨) (¸.·´(¸.·´(¸.·¨¯`☆☆☆☆☆☆
Seika came down with a bad case of the cramps, so she had to sit out for a while. She was found crouched over the edge of one of the craters Shuniji made. Though she didn't waste any of her time. Even though she was chilling out, she was still "training" in some way or another.
She had filled up the crater with a small amount of water and began trailing her finger across the surface. She watched it ripple lightly and disfigure her reflection. She wasn't bored...just distracted with her thoughts, per usual.
Seika had people to protect now...well, more like a select few. She couldn't give two shits about everybody else. Dog b***h, Tatsuya, Ren, Ichi-f**. They were merely dead memories...and there was no sense in wasting her time on those who couldn't understand anything about her or the cause she fought for. Of course she wasn't narrow minded, she understood why the Otokage, Shun and herself were on practically everybody's hit list. Seika didn't care though. She was going to protect what was most precious to her.
"Take the time, just to listen...When the voices screaming are much too loud. Take a look in the distance, try and see it all..." Seika hummed lightly as she slowly submerged her hand into the water.
Chances are that you might find, that we share a common discomfort now~! I feel I'm walking a fine line, tell me only if it's real." Seika liked singing. It helped her focus a bit. Even her mp3 player got distracting at times. Signing was something completely different.
Yes...she had people she wanted to serve, to protect. It was an unconditional thing and nobody else could understand such devotion to Shuniji and the Otokage. Seika owed them both her life.
With her hand fully submerged, she began to manipulate the water with her chakra, slowly making it form into a half circle. The water itself was unsteady and constantly moving with her chakra infused with it. She made a perfect circle. However, it was very small and unstable. Perhaps she needed a target of some sort to test it out.
Seika let out a heavy sigh and allowed the small portion of water to recede to it's original body mass. She figured that she could make an interesting jutsu, if she could just pull herself together. It was hard to do when most of your mid section felt like needles prying into your skin.
Water release:: Water Prison - C rank. 415/1000
MƠƠƊ: PMS Nausea..
lιѕтeɴιɴɢ тo: Buried alive - A7X
Side note: Focus....FOCUS, WOMAN!
How would you like to see what d e a t h is like? ✞
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 1:48 pm
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♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
Shuniji made no motion to acknowledge Seika’s adjacent training session. He couldn’t really care less what it aws she was up to, so long as she was in the vicinity. Shuniji was rather childlike in that way.
And like a child, Shuniji quickly grew bored with what he was doing. Training dummies didn’t stand much of a chance against him now. Even the reinforced ones back in Sound Village warped a little too easily to be useful. Trees were out of the question too, as was Seika.
Shuniji sighed. He really hated having to resort to this method, despite its efficiency.
“Shadow Clone Jutsu!”
Poof!
Shuniji glared at Shuniji. That guy was such a d**k.
The clone immediately aimed a shot at Shuniji’s oh-so punchable face. The latter ducked instinctively. Really, he’d had people attempt to head-shot him far too many times for this not to have become a reflex.
He sprang back up with force and his knee connected with the clone’s abdomen. The transfer of energy sent it rocketing into the air.
As the clone was comprised of roughly half of Shuniji’s chakra, it was many times more durable than one of the usual posse of clones Shuniji was prone to summoning. The division of chakra also meant the real deal wasn’t as strong as usual, and thus, less of a threat to his surroundings. Shuniji berated himself for not thinking of this solution earlier.
Of course, deep-down, Shuniji knew he loved the feel of the earth rupturing beneath the force of his fists. Hell, it wasn’t even that deep-down. Shuniji just like punching s**t—the Yang encampment’s shattered training grounds being a testament to this fact.
The clone righted itself easily; it pushed off the edge of one of Shuniji’s numerous craters to make another dash at the original.
Shuniji aimed another straight shot at the clone’s torso, but froze when the clone spontaneously ducked out of his range and tackled his waist.
The clone placed one, wide palm over Shuniji’s sternum and pushed. Using its body as a pivot point, the clone sent Shuniji back-flipping gracelessly across the dirt field.
“Don’t let your newfound strength turn you into a brawn-for-brains moron, ********,” the clone sneered derisively. It was visibly disgusted by the shinobi from which it had spawned.
“See how weak you got just by dividing once?” Clone-iji gestured to its unscathed torso, “Don’t think you can keep this berserker thing going on a real battlefield. You remember how quickly you folded when that Udai brat’s reinforcements showed up. A one-trick pony will get beaten into paste. Your recent show of taijutsu is insulting to shinobi.”
Shuniji snarled as he carefully picked himself up out of the ditch he’d fallen into. He didn’t appreciate his insecurities being shouted in his face like that.
Damn, this guy had an annoying voice!
Shuniji kept his glare pinned on the clone and struck the ground. He may not have had the strength to rend the earth like usual, but it wasn’t necessary. The ground splintered and buckled enough to make the clone stumble; a feat assisted by the way Clone-iji was still preoccupied with berating his creator.
Shuniji Body Flickered behind the clone and made to strike it in the back of the head. The clone sensed this maneuver ahead of time and made to dodge, ultimately getting caught in the real Shuniji’s feint.
The original Shuniji’s arm that had been pulled back in a fist, dropped to support the rest of his body as he swept the legs of the clone with his own.
The clone’s back hit the dirt and Shuniji sprang up from his hands, landing heavily on his clone’s chest with both feet.
“Don’t lecture me. If there’s one person I refuse to take s**t from, it’s you, you pompous a**.”
“Are you always this dense, or did you divide your brain power as well?”
The clone vanished and for a second, Shuniji thought it had dispersed, until he realized he was standing with one foot on, of all things, a log.
“…People still use this jutsu?”
Shuniji was answered with a kick to the back of the head. He almost bit the dust right there, but once again, he caught himself with both hands and twisted his torso to return the kicks.
What had begun with childish squabbling quickly devolved into a tangled flurry of lashing legs and arms. Shuniji was all limbs. His muscles were packed tight and long—meant for whip-like strikes as opposed to full punches. Fighting his exact twin was akin to putting two marionettes in a tumble dryer. Capoeira was meant to be an elegant, dance-inspired fighting style, but Shuniji was all bite and sting in the way he moved. The pair were evenly matched in cruelty.
“Disappear, already!”
“I’m the original, you idiot!”
805 + 505 = 1,310/1,800 words trained towards A-rank taijutsu style: Capoeira Mood: Annoyed
Status: Training
Thoughts: "Why are my clones so damn obnoxious?" A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 9:19 am
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♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
Shuniji and his clone had been going at it for a surprising amount of time. It was obvious Shuniji had acquired more chakra throughout his most recent escapades, though his control was still shaky at best. He wasn’t used to having so much energy to work with and it showed. Neither he nor his clone seemed to be any good at landing successive strikes. Each punch hit a bit too hard and sent the opponent jerking just a little too far away to get in another hit.
They were at least observant enough to realize this occurrence and be thoroughly frustrated by it. Eventually their match devolved into a game of ninja Rock ‘em Sock ‘em Robots, which in turn was eventually reduced to a complete stand-off. Both Shunijis had grabbed each other by the hair. Unable to wrench themselves free, they continued to stand around awkwardly and shout at their mirror image.
“You’re such a pathetic loser! How you managed to reach jounin level continues to astound me!”
“Like you’re one to talk! You didn’t even beat the first round of the third stage in your chunin exam! You were eighteen!”
“You’re pitiful!”
“You’re ugly.”
“Take.”
“That.”
“Back.”
Not even the Shuniji’s duking it out on the field were sure which one was which anymore with the way things picked up after that. All that was certain was that once of them was annihilating the other.
It seemed to be that hypocritical smack talk of all things was enough to send Shuniji into the capoeira mindset. He battered that clone and he battered it beautifully, damnit.
In a fit of rage, Shuniji had released his clone long enough to elbow it in the throat. He didn’t hit hard enough to make the clone disperse. He just wanted it to hurt.
The clone stumbled and went to thrash the real Shuniji when he was grabbed by the arm and flipped over the original’s shoulder. The clone landed upright with little effort, but was unable to fully dodge the kick that hooked around its head.
The clone found itself cart-wheeling almost completely upside-down when Shuniji launched another kick that spiked it directly in the stomach. The clone was launched across the training field before it even realized what had happened.
Shuniji body flickered where he assumed the body of the clone would land, only to be assaulted by another log, which he blasted out of his way with a sharp punch. The clone, in turn, appeared behind Shuniji only to be kicked in the side.
“What was that about one-trick ponies?”
The clone had grabbed Shuniji’s leg before it could cause greater damage to its side, but Shuniji bent his leg and used his opposite hand to slam the clone’s face into his knee.
He immediately took advantage of the clone’s dazed and doubled-over state and spun, taking advantage of his flexibility and effectively plowing the clone into the ground with a kick from above.
The clone exploded and Shuniji laughed.
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“God damn my face hurts!!”
506 + 1,310 = 1,816/1,800 words; A-rank taijutsu style: Capoeira learned! Mood: Vindictive
Status: Training
Thoughts: "I ******** hate shadow clones..." A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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