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 Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 3:04 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 3:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 3:47 pm
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Kodoki Doki // Gennin °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°
Chakra : 140
[ Taijutsu ]
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Her expression was stiff as his silent message was fully understood. She did so by continuing on as if it was ordinary and allowed themselves privacy and walked back even further behind Dai. The girl didn't even know these people and yet she could feel something thick constricting her throat. The trickle she has seen in that beautiful person had deeply affected her current thoughts. She quickly raised a hand over her mouth, regretting all of her actions at this point upon hearing the unmistakable pretext of the woman's words. ..admirable... Had Doki known to control her impulsive nature, the azure lady would not have been insulted. At least, that's what she thought when she stumbled. Nearly gave her a heart-attack but knowing her teacher would handle things, then she should not burden any more concern for the two of them. It was too late to say anything now, nor would Doki have had actually anything to say, but those two were already gone with Dai after them.
A single tear remained unshed, unborn, and undeterred. As that pale-featured woman had said, Doki wasn't about to insult what may be her final wake by acting out of a shinobi's place. They deserve their space. And with that, she turned herself around set forward in order to try to distract herself with these uncertainties.
[1/5]
[[Fukumigoe no Sho-ro [ Cry of a Muffled Voice ]]]
She assumed a relatively powerful stance. Her legs bent the right angles and her heels ready to spring at any given moment. She tucked both arms by her sides and awaited for the right opportunity to strike. Directly in front of Doki was an ordinary dummy situated to stand. Strings of oblong chakra danced at the pivot point of her dominant index finger before assisting to sear past the false hide of the doll. However, her finger only managed to brush it. A complex technique indeed.
[2/5]
This incomplete technique was attempted again but on a different angle towards the dummy. Somehow, she had not conjured up the correct amount of chakra necessary and ended up scraping the skin of her pointer from the force behind the roaring iron finger. She approached the dummy and frowned upon measuring the depth of the speared crater. She knew that her wrist was hesitant somewhere in the middle, causing her finger to retract in between. As a result, she sustained the flawed injury and the shame of displacing a quarter of her finger from the chakra's pinnacle. Her control of chakra was also stagnant. It's unstable form could have barely passed as an extension, thus the reason for the short depth of the doll's foreign penetration.
[3/5]
Chakra flared around her finger as she attempted her stance again. Her feet were firmly on lock and her arms were ready to swing. She stepped out with her right and shot out the very finger. She could see in her practiced pace and saw that the doll was already burning a new hole while with her actual finger being three inches distanced.
[4/5]
With the hole rammed in, Doki reflectively strung her arm back and recoiled from the sudden withdraw. Her hand was blaring with pain as she realized her mistake. She had forgotten to actually forcibly stiffin her finger while she was busy formulating chakra over the tip. It was fortunate that she did not sprain it.
[5/5]
A sudden flash of memories reminded her why quitting was for losers. People go through something so much worse. I should match up to that. Son of a gun, that was impossible. With streams of tears beading down the slits of her eyes, Doki clutched at her hand. After several minutes of silent tearing, she then resorted into using her left hand. Again, she entered the same vital position which sheltered both of her arms and allowed her to strike from any of the two. The shinobi practiced in shadowing her opponents, following up with a quick jab to the core of the dummy. Even though she had not fully speared through it all, she knew that it was successful. The plushy mat feeling pressed at her knuckles, indicating that her finger had successfully seared through it. Withdrawing her index finger, she then measured the depth. Satisfaction rolled over the hinges of her sarcastic lips but revoked from forming a complete grin.
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Doki hadn't even given herself the usual self-congratulatory hoorah due to a booming voice hitting the dojo. She looked around in alarm and saw a growing number of shinobi meeting at the supposed designation. Curious, she arched her head and walked on down. The gennin unknowingly put on a pokerface while internally addressing to this situation. Somehow it made her a little happy to be included in a round that called for the village's shinobi. But she was still troubled. Was this really the right time for this? If Kein had to scream it aloud, then it should be important..
"What's all the hubbub, Kein-san?" She asked with a twinge of doubt. |
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 3:53 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 3:56 pm
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