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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 5:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 7:02 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 9:03 pm
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Gain the power to paint your own world...
DON’T let someone else paint it for you...
Ooshiro (Shiro) Imatokai
| Gennin | Ink Storyteller | Kumo | Bloodline Classed |
Shiro on the other hand was furious, Kein's yell would fall on deaf ears. Shiro would already be right by Reiko with his ukyo mizu a few inches away from his neck. "Listen carefully chunin brat. You have no family here, and your overconfidence will kill you, for two people here are your level without advancement... You are not my teacher nor will you act like it, and finally this burden you carry, or we carry... I don't care!! I don't hate you for your clan or whatever you wish it to be. I hate the pompous over inflated ego and your messed up logic, like you think your better then us cause of a damn title or blood. For to me your the one with a burden, deciding to fight cause of some idiot clan thing. Walk your own path and stop letting your clan decide it for you!" Shiro said sheathing his weapon wanting to punch him with all his being but walking away. "your leashed mutt... A disgrace to konoha shinobi, and your clan..." He finished walking to Sakaki, "yeah I'd like to blow off steam." he said with his calligraphy brush in one hand, and the ukyo mizu in the other.
All I need in this world is…
My INK and my older sister…Daitomi.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 10:00 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 10:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 12:24 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 10:15 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 10:30 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 11:10 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 4:46 pm
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[Dojo reductions: -1, -2, -3, Class reductions: -3.]
In the usual fashion, Takeo was ignoring the little people around him in favor for his own s**t, which took precedent. He just walked away from the arguing genin, the insignificant genin, and the needs of the many didn't count for s**t against his own damn needs. "Whatever, stupid Raikage and giving me shitty missions with unskilled Genin, like I can't do any better than that. I have better things to do anyways, I don't need any missions, I have enough missions for now, and I don't need genin. Pain in the a**..." Takeo bitched all the way to the little dojo, a place he figured he'd never see again. Still, we all gotta learn something new once in a while. Even a shinobi as great as I, sadly, must admit that I don't know everything. Woe is me. Takeo pulled his old Jounin vest off, it would only impair his movements now, and closed his eyes. He needed time to meditate, even if only for a few moments, before he started.
He had always been fascinated with one style in particular: the Shunkan no Hagane style. Anything that promised speed, accuracy, and power instantly appealed to him. The basics are first, which should be as simple as, well, anything I do. Ah, for want of a challenge... Takeo unsheathed his simple straight-blade, an unremarkable sword in every regard save for that it was his, and took a comfortable two-handed grip. The most simplistic technique is sometimes the deadliest. Sometimes. Takeo pulled up and brought his sword down, hard, on some imaginary opponent. In his head, some guy just fell apart. In reality, he had mastered the most basic technique ever. [1/1 Basic Chop]
The Forward step, a useful technique for first-year students. Still, gotta get the basics down. Takeo sheathed his simple blade and shook out his legs, getting himself ready for taking a simple step forward. That's the thing, ain't it? If this was a simple step forward, we'd have mastered this when we first learned to walk. It's a jump forward, a push, that brings you into your enemy, ready to slay him. Takeo took a relaxed stance and, once he was ready, sprang forward and brought his blade from its sheath into the heart of some imaginary foe. Again, an imaginary shinobi had fallen to his vivid imagination, such was the caliber of shinobi they faced. Truly, he was a prodigy. [1/1 Forward Step]
Now for... The Backward Step, eh? Ah, I can do it no problem. Unless I happen to trip, then I'm moving on to another sword style. Really hope I don't trip and have an audience I'm not aware of, or I swear, I'm switching to Ninjutsu mastery. Okay. Takeo shoved his blade back into its sheath and calmed himself, shoving any negative thought into the back of his mind for the time being, or at least until they managed to multiply and overwhelm his iron will. Takeo began the basic Back Step by, simply enough, walking backwards, his steps increasing in stride and speed. Soon he was literally leaping backwards, dodging incoming blades and jutsu with ease, or with which the ease a basic technique could possibly muster. All in all, he was pretty graceful for a guy who just happened to be jumping backwards. [1/1 Backward step]
Basic Stab? What am I, a moron? Maybe I am, I probably should have this kind of thing down to a science, being a weapons master without peer. Still, it's good to practice the basics once in a while, even if that basic technique is the most simplistic attack in any weapon masters arsenal, so simple it's ingenious. Takeo pulled his blade from its sheath, an audible, shrill scraping sound of metal on metal as he slowly pulled his blade from her resting place and brought her up, both hands gripping the hilt, until the blade was parallel from the ground. He had seen the stance in a picture once, and always meant to try it out some time. Guess now is the time, eh? Takeo breathed in, out, and thrust the tip of his blade into the chest, through the sternum, and right into the heart of some imaginary thug. Again, the world of his imagination got a little less populous. [1/1 Basic Stab]
Basic Block? What the hell, I already know how to block basic sword strikes, and even some unorthodox sword strikes! Damn, just starting this style makes me feel like an idiot. Maybe I am an idiot for not know this stuff already, but it's not my fault for being just too damn good to bother practicing or training or anything. Ah, me and my talent, how lucky am I to be a master of everything. Takeo didn't bother setting up an actual opponent, as he had several mental images gleaned from a scroll he had read beforehand, a scroll specifically on this style. He just simply knew, as many other bukijutsu specialists did, how to block incoming upper and lower strikes. It was instinct, and if one lacked instinct, they died. Simple as that. [1/1 Basic Block]
The Pivot Block, eh? Now things are starting to get a tad more complex, and a lot more fun. Still way too easy for a shinobi of my peerless caliber, but it's the mental challenge that counts to me, not the novelty of the technique. Still, I want to know this technique, and I'm going to learn it. I feel like I'm rambling on for no reason, and I have no idea why. I should stop. Takeo pulled his blade up and, with a sturdy, two-handed grip, went through a few motions on his own. Without an actual opponent to practice with, or a sparring partner for that matter, he was forced to master the ability through sheer force of will and drive, both of which he possessed an immense, immeasurable amount of, or so he would tell everyone. Using his front leg as a pivot point, Takeo blocked some imaginary blade and turned, tripping up his opponent... Or throwing them, or a multitude of other nasty things he'd do to someone once he tried this move out for real. On a real shinobi, with real results. [1/1 Pivot Block]
Now, for the Forward Grind. Simple enough; push my weapon against someone elses. Maybe a bit more to that, grinding my weapon against someone elses, pushing them back and keeping their weapon locked as I buy time for my next move, or just pop them in the eye. Life is crazy like that. I need me a training dummy. Fortunately, if there was one thing that the Dojo had in abundance, besides children, it was training dummies. Special, wonderful, breakable training dummies. Takeo pulled one over and brought up his blade, slowly but surely pushing against the surprisingly heavy training dummy, increasing both the force with which he pushed and the irritation he felt in learning such low-level techniques. Takeo took a stronger stance and forced himself against the dummy, shoving it back until the thing toppled over, not that Takeo expected it to provide much resistance. Note to self: don't expect flesh-and-blood shinobi to go down that easy. [1/1 Forward Grind]
Okay, got me some deflection technique. Deflection One, rather subtle, but easy enough to master. Just anticipate the beginning point of a close-ranged physical attack, whether it be taijutsu or bukijutsu, and alter the course of said attack so that it misses and opens the opponent up for a counter blow if I am so inclined. Useful, but I'm not going to know until someone actually starts throwing blows in my direction. I'd rather that didn't happen. Not yet, anyways. Takeo didn't really have anyone to practice against, the disadvantage of lacking a twin brother or the Kage Bunshin jutsu he had heard so much about, but he always had an active imagination. Of course, I'll need to use this against someone at some point, but I can assume that I've mastered it once I try it out on imaginary thug-man. And Takeo did, he perceived an attack, he deflected said imaginary attack, and he murdered his imaginary opponent. Simple enough, but then, it was a simple technique. [1/1 Deflection One]
Aaaaand we have the disarming technique, the first, named Disarming One. Jeez, the creator of this style really didn't have a knack for names, but it doesn't have to be very flowery for a basic technique. Maybe it does, I don't know. It's pretty similar to Deflection One, though instead of just moving a fist or sword out of the way, I'll be guiding that blow on whatever path I choose. And if it's a blade, which I assume it will be, I'll be knocking it out of the hands of the enemy. Well, making it slip, but it's all the same. Takeo pulled the training dummy back up for this one, wanting some actual experience for this technique instead of imaginary practice. Takeo gave his 'partner' a kick to wobble them, forcing them forward and into his waiting blade. The wooden training blade the dummy possessed moved, as he guided it, far out to the left. Unfortunately, the dummy seemed to be carved from the same piece of wood, for it fell with the moved blade. Should have gone flying, but it works. On to phase three. [1/1 Disarming One]
"Ugh. Starting to get bored, like that's hard. Anyway, what's next... Hm." Takeo was, indeed, getting bored, which he found slightly depressing. This is my craft, the thing I'm supposed to excel at, and I'm getting bored? What's wrong with me. I need some motivation, even though I have motivation, but... Eh, might as well. I'm almost to the end, just gotta run through all the other techniques in the style and I can call myself the master. The only master. If there's another shinobi out there that dares to call themselves a master of this style, I'll cut that b***h hardcore. Hardcore to the bone. [1/2]
Takeo sighed, his idle boasts impressing no one, and decided that he might as well get everything done while he still had the time to actually do something. Threats to the village happened every day, and most required the touch of a master swordsman such as himself. His next technique was Calligraphy, a technique that used shallow stabs and strikes that resembled calligraphy strokes, whatever the hell a calligraphy was. It seemed simple enough, to pierce the wooden training dummy with fine stabs, sinking the blade an inch before pulling out and aiming elsewhere. It was simple to aim and execute simple, broad slashes against what would be the nerves and veins of a human being. Sadly, this was no human being, but it did the job. [2/2 Calligraphy]
Extension sounds fun. Makes the air around my blade sharper, whatever that means, and throws in some extra power. Also adds more range, which is always a plus. May only be a few inches, but those few inches could really count towards snipping an artery or two. Hm. Says I gotta swing my blade firmly and quickly, which isn't a problem. I need to be very skilled with a blade. Duh. And it... Doesn't say much after that. Guess I gotta wing it and hope for the best. I've always been good at just winging it, especially during those Exams. Good times, good fights. Takeo sighed and propped the training dummy back up, seeing as it was once again needed, and stepped whilst judging the distance between dummy and blade point. And a few inches more... [1/2]
And the dummy was out of range, if only by a few inches. It would be simple to close the distance and murder the dummy with extreme skill and style, but that wasn't the point of this seemingly-idiotic exercise. No, he had to bend the air, make it sharp as hell, and murder the training dummy with a precise strike across the neck which would, on a living opponent, open a two-inch slit in the next and sever all tissue, muscles, and any arteries or veins in between. In essence, a death blow. Breath in, Takeo inhaled sharply, gripped his blade tightly, and swung with conviction. Quickly, swiftly, he brought the blade across the air where the neck would be, exhaling sharply as he finished the swing. And out, When Takeo looked, there was a long, deep gash in the wood that would be the neck of an opponent, hanging by what seemed to be a splinter of wood. It would be a clean decapitation if I was closer. still, it's a death blow. I'm fine with that. [2/2 Extension]
Okay, the next few techniques don't seem like they're any trouble at all. Just some balancing act, called Thread Walking One. Sheesh, the guy in charge of naming these techniques must have been in one hell of a rush. Or maybe he lacked creativity. Whatever the case may be, I'm going to be mastering the Thread Walking One technique, for which I need a thin wire. Where am I going to find... Wouldn't you know, this place doubles as a gymnasium. Why didn't I notice this in my academy days is beyond me... Maybe I'm just stupid. [1/2]
Takeo sighed and sheathed his simple blade, knowing that he wouldn't need it for at least ten minutes, and moved over to the gymnasium part of the dojo, a horribly convenient addition that he probably never knew about. It wasn't Neurosurgery to jump on the wire and balance like a champ, not with skill like his. It was probably one of the more simple techniques he had encountered besides the basics. He walked a few times up and down the wire, blowing up his own ego when he thought of all the little people that couldn't do something he found to be so simple, and gracefully hopped off. And fell on his a**. [2/2 Thread Walking One]
The next technique was just as simple, and required almost no practice or effort. Takeo simply had to practice his stances a few times, which happened to be as simple as pie. All he had to do was actually stay immovable, have someone throw some things at him while he didn't more, and just... Not move. It was as simple as it sounded, and didn't require as much practice as he thought. [1/2]
In his practice, he became increasingly difficult to trip or remove from his sturdy footing, effectively making him an immovable object. Unless his opponent happened to be packing some insane Fuuton jutsu, or hit him with something big enough to smash him into dust. Then he'd be screwed. [2/2 Solid Footing]
"Okay, now I get to the good stuff. Gotta grab me some extra blades first, though. This next technique is a little practice before I get down to the nitty-gritty. Wish I could just get to it, but I can't, and now I'm talking to myself. Yay." Takeo slicked back a few stray hairs from his forehead, he liked keeping a hair-less forehead, and went off to retrieve a few more blades. The dojo had plenty for training purposes, dull practice blades so the idiots of Kumo wouldn't fatally wound each other. Though, in my opinion, if thy die during a spar then they wouldn't have lived through the real deal, dig? Why was that a question... Whatever, not really my concern. Just gotta grab some extra blades and... There, four should do, I already got one. Takeo removed the four practice swords from the dojo armory and strapped them on, two on the left side of his hip and two on his right, before he moved on back to the dojo proper. He wasn't going to be practicing anything in the armory, there just wasn't enough room. And he didn't want to get in trouble. [1/3]
"Okay. I gotta do this s**t with five blades, apparently, before I can try this technique. Seems kind of stupid, but who am I to break tradition?" Takeo sighed at the woefully archaic fashion of it all, knowing that it would be a facile argument if he tried to force others to change, and decided to go along with the charade. With the wooden dummy pulled up, Takeo practice his Calligraphy technique with the five blades. Each cut into the dummy five times, rapidly slicing what would have been tendons and muscle as easily as a hot knife through freshly-baked bread. All too easy. I should be moving on to the Swordslinging technique. Huh. Not going to be throwing any swords, so I'm not much of a slinger, am I? I'm thinking about this too much. Takeo sighed and craned his neck to the side, popping whatever bone or air bubble or whatever the hell it was and giving himself an air of awesome. As if he needed the extra awesome. [2/3]
This is the first, Takeo pulled his first right-side blade and slashed the the dummy across the bicep, slicing through wooden skin and muscle and scoring a nasty cut on some wooden bone, before rapidly sheathing and moving on to the second blade. Here goes the second, Takeo pulled his second right-side blade and scored an identical hit on the other arm of the training dummy, scoring what he assumed to be bone and rapidly sheathing the second blade, a quick move that would have reduced any ninja to a useless target at that point, and yet he was not finished. The third strike, Takeo Pulled his left-side blade and scored a nasty slash across the inner thigh of the evil wooden training dummy, rapidly sheathing his blade and preparing for the next strike. The fourth, Takeo pulled the exact same move, a quick combo that would have crippled an enemy shinobi and taken them out of any fight, ripe for a quick mercy kill or an easy capture, but he was not yet done. The ffth, and final, strike, Takeo pulled his only real blade, his back-mounted single blade, and brought it down for a vertical strike across the chest, slicing into the sternum and probably causing a lot of damage. A lot of damage were this thing a human being. I'll get someone with this eventually. [3/3 Swordslinger]
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 4:52 pm
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[Academy reductions, Class reductions applied]
"The hell does Illusory Double mean? That's a stupid name for a double stab, but I didn't make the damn style. I should just skip this and move on, but then I'd be a quitter and that's not what an awesome guy like me does. I do not quit." Takeo breathed as he shed his extra training blades, having read ahead and finding no other use for them than added weight. All he needed was one blade, one awesome, death-dealing blade, and he'd be set. [1/3]
Takeo pulled his simple blade and lined up a strike with the dummy, something non-lethal but still rather painful and possibly debilitating. Strike between the third and fourth rib. Two-inches deep, might knick the lung. Deflate it, slow their reaction time through extreme pain. Distractions will do my work for me. If not, they'll bleed out. Either way, second strike is a possibly unnecessary double-tap. A mercy kill. Still... Never see it coming.[2/3]
"Heh. Here we go." Takeo shoved his blade forward, sinking the tip into the are where the space between the third and fourth ribs would be on an actual human being, and retracted quickly. He struck once again, using his ongoing momentum to thrust the point, and a good portion of the blade, through the wooden sternum and into the oaken heart of the training dummy. Blade is stuck. Takeo had to kick the dummy backwards, yanking his blade out and knocking the heavy, and rather battered, dummy down. I'm gonna have to pick that up later.[3/3 Illusory Double]
This is what I've been waiting for, something easy that doesn't require some bladework or running around with sandbags in my shirt. Just gotta sit, feel the disturbances in the air and listen for some incoming objects. This'll be cake. Takeo yawned and took a seat next to the dummy, taking the momentary reprieve to relax and train simultaneously. He truly was a master of multi-tasking. [1/3]
Judge the location. I'm not going to be too sure of the exact location, but I'll know something, or some one, is coming. Even a small advantage is preferable to zero advantage, as someone I knew always said right before I called him a big idiot and kicked him down a hill. I should apologize for that, some time. Later, though. Takeo, lost in thought, listened for things. Birds, insects far too numerous to count, and even people. Something to listen to, anything. [2/3]
Hm. Sounds like... A sparrow. Been meaning to buy me a bird. Takeo mused as he listened, assuming a very general location of the animal in question. At least, it really sounded like a sparrow. It made the same chirping bird sounds, or songs, whichever birds spouted at all hours, as well as wings beating in flight. I think I could hit it with a few shuriken if I tried. Maybe. Takeo, in a rare humbling moment, understood that he still had a far way to go if he wanted to be the best. Then, as expected, Takeo shrugged off those thoughts in favor of building himself into an untouchable badass. [3/3 Sensory Information]
Ugh. I don't want to get up. I want to stay down here, take a nap, get somewhere in my jutsu training. But then I'd never get back to this stuff. Goddamn it all. Takeo, with much grumbling and furious anger, arose from his comfortable sitting position and began readying himself for the next technique, one very similar to the Extension technique, one he barely understood but apparently mastered. Oddly. [1/3]
"Twin Blade, huh? Strange. Still don't know how I sharpen air by swinging really fast, but I'm not gonna knock it. Stranger things have happened to me, like that one time..." Takeo shook himself out of his odd day-dream, whatever he was going to inadvertently say aloud lost forever, as he readied himself to carve the prone dummy into smaller, still battered pieces of a dummy. [2/3]
Here goes nothing. super awesome attack go hyah! Takeo, with a flair for imaginary dramatics and theatrical flair, brought his simple blade down in a vertical strike across the chest of the dummy, slicing it deeply. Immediately afterwards, the second, invisible blade of air came down, deepening the slice and cracking the tough, old wood. Okay. Skepticism aside, that looks kind of useful. [3/3 Twin Blade]
"Another Calligraphy add-on, or would this be an upgrade considering this totally eclipses the Calligraphy technique? Is there a reason to even remember the Calligraphy technique other than a teaching tool for lesser shinobi? I'm probably going to be regulated to that teaching role if our illustrious Raikage has her way. Didn't she already order me to teach some kids? Probably wasn't listening." Takeo shrugged the distracting thoughts away and set the ugly dummy up once again. [1/3]
So I just strike quickly, with even more speed and accuracy than the Calligraphy technique. Not going to be hard, really. I've hit people pretty quick before, slicing them to the bone and even beyond that, severing limbs. So I gotta show the right amount of speed and power, slicing to the bone but not slicing through. Simple enough. Takeo tightened his grip, the sound actually audible in the silent section Takeo had chosen to train in, all the better to avoid distraction. [2/3]
Here we go. Hyah. takeo exploded into movement, slicing the wooden dummy into literal pieces, the faithful workhorse having sustained far too much damage to withstand the blows being rained upon it. The torso, for the most part, held fast as the limbs slowly fell around it, soon falling to the floor as the wooden legs snapped under the weight, being unable to support it any longer, the loud tumble snapping Takeo out of his trance-like concentration. s**t. I broke my best wooden friend. [3/3 Brush Stroke]
The Hydra Strike. It's Twin Blade in hardcore mode, an infinite, at least in theory, number of additional strike in addition to my normal, physical blows. So I can rain hell on whatever I'm attacking as long as I want, shattering any blade that dares to stand between me and my target. Sweet.[1/3]
Slashing several times in quick succession, whilst creating several blades of air that would also slice into the target, was not the easiest feat. Takeo actually had to go and grab another training dummy, of which there were a legion, but he needed one that just stood out from the crowd, to slice into smallpieces.[2/3]
Once he had the right dummy, which happened to look a bit like his fat cousin, Takeo took a moment to regulate his breathing and concentrate his actions. He needed accuracy as well as power and speed, but once he had mastered the technique he'd be able to destroy everything in his path as long as he could swing a sword. Five quick, powerful strikes later, which were followed by five equally quick, equally powerful strikes, and the new training dummy was scarred beyond belief. Just one more technique down.[3/3 Hydra Strike]
Awesome, the second stage of a previous technique. I'm glad I was able to waste my time with the first Disarming Technique when there's another one just on the horizon! Maybe I should bothered to learn that shadow clone technique before I started, so I'd have someone to practice against at the very least. All I have is this stupid training dummy. Takeo gave the dummy a slight kick, rocking it slightly in place. Wish I had someone to practice with.[1/3]
"Okay dummy, you're gonna have to work with me a little here." Takeo was sure that the dummy was probably listening, but the dummy, being made of wood, didn't know any better. Takeo gave the dummy a swift kick, knocking it back far enough to tilt but not to fall over completely. In times like this, he really needed to use his brain. Especially since he hadn't bothered to learn the required enhanced training techniques. Really should have done that first...[2/3]
As the dummy rock forward, as it was foretold once Takeo kicked the damn thing back, he aimed for the point just beyond the false sword. Takeo aimed and swung, snapping it as easy as if it were a twig. Should have just cut through the damn thing, but then it wouldn't work right. Takeo sighed and inspected the hands of the dummy, looking for cracked or splintered wood. Only a few cracks, but that's to be expected. It's not an actual hand.[3/3 Disarming Two]
"This is like, the exact same technique but without breaking someone elses hand. Why do I need both? ********> Takeo took a moment to rage about the similar techniques and why he had to learn both to access the most advanced techniques, but he figured that it really didn't matter. I learn both, I give up now and learn a new style, I'm still awesome.[1/3]
Takeo, lacking a proper opponent once again, had to kick the dummy over and hope it would rock back in his direction, or that someone would try to kill him right now and he'd be able to learn on the fly. Either way, he was going to learn the damn technique and whoop some a** later. Probably gonna take a mission or two after this, Takeo thought as he gave the dummy a quick, light kick.[2/3]
The dummy rocked back and, predictably, rocked forward, right into the his waiting blade. Deflect, and strike, Which Takeo did, he brought the remains of the wooden blade out, along with the dummy, to the right and past his person. He'd probably have to do a lot more work with an actual person, but he could wait until he actually found an opponent to fight. Until then, these stupid dummies will have to do.[3/3 Deflection Two]
Awesome, a movement technique. Now I can zip around everywhere and do badass s**t like carve Konoha shinobi into tiny little pieces before they even know what's happening. Sweet. Takeo would have vocally rejoiced, both for the fact that he now had a new movement technique and he could ditch the dummies for a bit, but he never knew who was watching him. God forbid someone was watching him train, looking for weaknesses, or just recording his sexy voice for some sinister purpose.[1/3]
Probably should begin with the Forward Movement technique, seeing as I haven't used it since I learned it, as if I'd really need to. I'm just moving forward. Bah, I'm thinking about this way too much. I should just move. Takeo, in agreement with his mind, decided that it was truly time to move.[2/3]
Hiyah, He mumbled mentally and moved forward, quickly he would add, taking a quick strike at the dummy as he passed. Might as well try the Calligraphy as I pass, He figured, taking a few strikes as he passed the dummy. He was almost surprised when, instead of several shallow blows, he rained hell upon the dummy as he passed, slicing it to ribbons. Well... That's awesome. I'm going to use this more often that I thought.[3/3 Advance of Steel]
Now on the the big stuff. The upper-crust, the elite ranks of the Shunkan no Hagane. Wonderful, more hard work with probably little pay off seeing as I'll probably die in the next few years, and if not then, well, I could die in the next few minutes... Why am I thinking about this? Takeo shook the negativity from his head and concentrated on his training.[1/5]
Shearing. Increases the range of my bladed weaponry by about a foot on all sides, which makes it rather advantageous to have a single-bladed weapon and not some crazy battle axe or something. It's like this is a reward for my training that I still have to train for, and therefor, it is a complete crock of s**t. ******** Shunkan no Hagane. And it doesn't even last forever.[2/5]
Takeo blew a sigh and pulled the dummy back up from its previously prone state, giving the thing a quick dust-off before setting it up to be slaughtered once again. I don't really need a full dummy, just something to carve up until I'm finally done with this style. Then I can learn some cloning techniques and leave the dummies behind for the stupid genin. Ugh, too much thinking.[3/5]
Takeo set the dummy up and pulled his single-sided blade from his back sheath, taking a moment to regulate is breathing and concentrate on nothing but the dummy. Have to get this right. I do not like repeating myself, especially whilst training. A badass gets it done on the first try, not on the second or third.[4/5]
Takeo took his first swing, the air around the blade literally shearing the dummy to pieces before his physical blow got even close. That's awesome. Don't know how it works, but it's awesome. Takeo took several more swings, shearing the dummy into neat little blocks with his air-blades instead of his actual, physical strikes. He had no idea how it worked, but he wasn't going to knock it.[5/5 Shearing]
"The second Thread Walking technique, oh so plainly named Thread Walking Two. Sounds like so much fun I just want to skip this one." Takeo, despite the thinly-veiled sarcasm, pushed on through his hatred oh his chosen bukijutsu school and began setting up the wires he would inevitably be balancing on, and maybe even fighting on, in the near future.[1/5]
The Thread walking Two technique covers far more advanced balancing techniques and even a few tips on fighting while balancing on a thin wire, though I'd assume it's not that smart to try both at the same time. This shouldn't be too hard. Takeo told himself as he tied the thin metal wire around the trunk of one convenient tree, and the other side around another, wonderfully convenient tree. They were everywhere.[2/5]
Now, to balance. Takeo hopped up upon his metallic perch, wobbling a few ties before finding his center of balance and taking a moment to solidify it, before he moved on. And by moving on, he tried to lightly jog across the wire. It was, for the most part, successful. A light jog, not a full-blown sprint. I have to try that soon, or this is basically a waste of my goddamn time.[3/5]
Now, to try out a few of the offensive techniques, Takeo slowed to a halt, finding it to be rather stupid to come to a dead stop on a very thin wire not two feet above the ground, and pulled his blade from its sheath. Let's try out the Illusory Double on this b***h, Takeo took to what he could loosely call a stance and performed the basic quick double-stab, finding himself rather comfortable whilst doing so. Hm. Now, to move on to running.[4/5]
Takeo took off at a dead sprint, losing his footing a few times but managing to stay firmly on the wire until he hit the opposing tree. Once again, he spun on his heel and sprinted off towards the other tree, finding it much easier to retain his balance whilst sprinting. Much easier now that I've taken my time with the technique. Still, if I ever plan on fighting while balancing, I'll need to train harder. Not that it's possible for a man of my talents to fail... ah, just boosting my own ego again.[5/5 Thread walking Two]
Another defensive technique, eh? The Crescent Block, much better name than the other techniques. Pretty straight-forward about it, but I do like the name. Sadly... I'm out of dummies. Takeo felt the sadness of loss for the first time in his adult life, if only for a short while. The sadness of lacking any real enemy to practice new, possibly destructive and fatal, sword techniques on with impunity. It was an odd sadness, to be sure, but it did not last.[1/5]
Seeing as Takeo now had a wonderful, and convenient, shadow clone to train with, so he wasted no time in setting up an area to spar with said clone. The area was far away from gathering shinobi, he didn't have the inclination to train next to children and fools. If those are my genin... I'm going to ******** beat them, each of them, until it gets boring. he thought, one that brought a rather sadistic smile to his face, and that of his clone. They would learn, and suffering would be their teacher. But for now, he had his own training to oversee.[2/5]
"Okay clone-me, you're gonna come at me with the basic stab, see? I'm gonna do the Crescent Block, and then I'll have that s**t down so we can move on to better things like eating and being awesome, as if we gotta work on that, okay?" His clone, without much choice in the matter, simply nodded and pulled its own blade, a perfect copy of Takeos' own simple blade. It was weird, to him, like looking in a living mirror. Maybe I should learn the rest of those cloning techniques, that'd be pretty neat. A buncha clones, all of me. Ugh, enough thinking about it.[3/5]
"Okay dummy, clone, whichever, get to it and attack me. We got s**t to do and those kids are probably gonna run over here and annoy us." His clone nodded, feeling the same annoyance and anger that came with new, useless students dragging them down, and sprang forward, blade at the ready. The clone shoved the blade towards Takeos' stomach, fully meaning to impale the man that had brought it into the world. Regicide, as it were, if a clone could commit such a thing. If Takeo was worth being alive, he'd master the technique required not to die.[4/5]
Takeo had his own blade at the ready, and brought it down on the incoming sword. He turned it to the side, in a small, circular path above their heads, and with a forceful push, knocked away his clones' blade and sent it spinning away. "I like the enthusiasm, really, I do. It means I have enthusiasm, and I secretly want to murder myself. Slightly distressing, eh? Anyway, on to the next technique. You'll love it, you get to try and kill me again."[5/5 Crescent Block]
"Okay dummy, you got this? Use those snake jutsu from before, that should do the trick. I need a second to prepare and all that, so you go ahead and do something, I don't give a s**t." Takeo left his clone to its own devices as he took the necessary time to prepare, which he would need. He didn't know what he needed to prepare for, but he was damn sure he needed time.[1/5]
Mentally, it was slightly taxing asking himself to try to successfully kill himself, a form of assisted suicide that left a foul taste in his mouth, but he needed it to complete his training and didn't trust the other shinobi of the village all that much. It said volumes about him that he'd rather risk an embarrassing suicide than train with others, but it was the way he was going to do things. That's how he got so damn good, he didn't rely on others. It made them weak, and Takeo would not be weak, in fact, he resolved to eliminate his weakness through training.[2/5]
"Okay clone-me, you got this? I got this, but you got this? I don't want to end up snake-food, or worm-food, ******** it, I don't want to be food, period. So don't ******** this up and aim high at the last minute, got it? Or do that, I don't give a ********, just do what you gotta do, got it?" Takeo felt as if he was grilling a newly-promoted genin on the finer points of ********, which was essentially what he was doing. His clone was no better than a genin, to him anyways, and he wasn't going to be murdered by a genin-eske clone. Takeo activated the Shearing technique, in preperation for the coming technique, and began instructing his clone on what it was going to do, and how.[3/5]
"Okay clone, give it a shot, and don't ******** this up, I want to get this right. And don't give me any scars." Takeo popped his knuckles and waited for his clone to summon his snakes, those wretched, pitch-black things that he was going to use to kill some very annoying Konoha shinobi if he wasn't murdered by his clone first. His clone, doing his own thing, used one of the snake jutsu he had learned to summon a single, black snake from its sleeve and sent it towards Takeo, its mouth open wide and fangs bared.[4/5]
Takeo waited for the snake to get close enough to carve into pieces, not that he needed to with his superior mobility, but he'd rather wait. When the thing closed, Takeo pulled the basic block, a move he figured he'd never use again, and watched as the snake was torn in two as it came close, never touching his simple blade. It was sheared down the middle, both sides falling and dissolving around him as it died without ever having touched him, something that Takeo rather liked. "Okay clone, we only got a few more and you can ******** off and do whatever, or you can go do the things I don't want to do, I don't care. So let's get this s**t done."[5/5 Defense of Steel]
"Hey clone, ******** off and grab me something to cut in half, I don't need you for this technique, got it? So off you go to find something for me to cut, and be quick, I got s**t to do."[/color With a great deal of grumbling and threatening, his clone left to find something worth cutting, something like a great block of stone, or possibly a very annoying person. Takeo had better things to do, like concentrate on the soul of his sword or something poetic, maybe he'd wax poetically or write a haiku. Something.[1/5]
Perhaps I need a hobby, like writing or painting, to keep my swordsmanship sharp when I'm not slinging a blade. Maybe I'll take up gardening, I've always liked plants, or maybe metalwork. I need to find a hobby that isn't all bloodshed and glory, then I can tell these kids to ******** off and find a new teacher, retire from this shinobi nonsense and go live my own life. Or I can live a life of glory, bloodshed, and fame. I like the latter. Takeo took a sea on a near-by bench and waited for his clone, losing himself in thought once more, as he was oft to do.[2/5]
When he gets back, I can slice through metal armor, as if any would be wearing plate mail or whatever they can think of, but it's good to be prepared. Throw in some free-style moves and I got this shot on lock, hell, I'll be the supreme swordsman of Kumo, ******** those others punk playing Samurai, I'm the real goddamn deal. Takeo pulled his blade and began carving a circle around one foot, his thoughts no longer as interesting as he had led himself to believe, and now bored with his thoughts, took to drawing circles and waiting.[3/5]
"Took your sweet goddamn time, huh? Christ, I could have sliced the goddamn tower into pieces in the time it took you to find that piece of steel." Takeo chastised his slow-acting clone, but he did good work, bringing what he needed, even if it took longer than expected. "Okay. Throw it up, I'm going to hopefully slice that thing into pieces, or cut it enough times to satisfy me. Whichever." Takeo stood up and sheathed his blade, his circles sloppy and starting to gnaw at his nerves, for some strange reason. I always thought I'd make cleaner circles.[4/5]
With a nod from Takeo, his clone tossed the thick sheet of steel high into the air, stepping back so as not to be cut once it came within range of Takeos' own blade. Takeo watched the steel sheet flip end over end as it came down, quickly, and took hold of the hilt of his blade. A quick, decisive cut, and it lies in two, as I saw in my minds eye. Christ, I sound like one of those all-business types. I need to keep it easy and loose. Takeo inhaled deeply and pulled his blade, striking the sheet as it spun and sliced it in two, sending both pieces tumbling to the ground, the loud clatter snapping his concentration and removing him from his concentrated state. "Okay clone, we're in business. Only as few more technique and we can get on with my life."[5/5 Sword Drawing Technique]
Final Words... Doesn't make much sense in the name, really, but I'm not here to dispute names and the contents of each technique, I'm here to learn those techniques. Takeo told himself, crossing his arms and wondering how he'd find enough objects to track, or which objects he would indeed be tracking. With one look at his clone, he had a grand, insane idea, one that he wasn't even sure if it would work, but it was something. And something was always better than nothing to the impulsive shinobi.[1/6]
"Okay dummy, you're gonna ******** off and make some clones. I'm gonna practice a few techniques, get my s**t hot and work a sweat, then you and the clones you make are gonna start all kinds of action. Tossing kunai in my general direction, running around, you get me. I'm going to use that and I'm going to know where all those little things are happening. Get to work." Takeo shoo-ed away his clone, who grumbled yet complied with the asinine orders, and Takeo quickly set about making himself a very hot, sweaty mess.[2/6]
Takeo pulled his blade and began striking at imaginary opponents, using the Calligraphy technique and his own imagination to strike down enemy shinobi from every nation and village he could remember, from Konoha to Ame, he slew men and women by the score, but it was not enough to start even a trickle of sweat. I need to work harder. Takeo scowled and sheathed his blade, preparing himself for other techniques, knowing far too many to pick one on the spot.[3/6]
"Swordslinger. Takeo mumbled the name of the technique to himself and set about slicing the air, and those imaginative enemies, into ribbons. Takeo went through strike after strike, sheathing his blade after each in accordance with the description of the Swordslinger, yet he was not lathered in sweat as he had imagined. <********. I really wish I was out of shape, then this would be a lot easier. Or maybe harder. I'm not working hard enough. Takeo scowled even harder and went back to slicing the air.[4/6]
He began to couple his Swordslinger and other techniques in with the Advance of Steel, moving all about and murdering enemies that were really not there, but the crazy manchild of Kumo didn't have a mass of clones and chakra to burn through right now, so he had to make due with what he had, which he did. Takeo felt drops fall down his brow, his back begin to moisten and his arms slick, even his hands were beginning to sweat, which was a good sign. It means I'm alive, and being alive is pretty awesome. Takeo kept at work as his clone, which had since multiplied, began their assault.[5/6]
Takeo, in his moment of supreme concentration, just knew where the cloned kunai where coming from, where they had been thrown from, and how fast they were coming in from the sound of the kunai just moving, disturbing the very air. That, and he had ordered his clone to do this, but that was besides the point. Takeo took the time to slap each kunai from the air with his blade, knocking them to the ground as if he were swatting flies, which in a sense, he was. "Okay clone-me, we got that s**t down, time for the others." Takeo waved in the clones and began his work on the final techniques of the Shunkan no hagane sword-style.[6/6 Final Words]
This next technique doesn't make much sense, seeing as it magically makes my s**t sharper, but everything up to this point hasn't made much sense either, so no reason to knock it. Don't really need the dummy for this, but I could use one of his clones for this. Huh. He made clones, so does that mean his clones don't follow my orders? Whatever, they're gonna do what I say anyways.[1/6]
Takeo sighed and called a clone of his clone over, telling it to go find something really hard to cut, something that would pose a challenge to his skills. "Go grab me a stone block, and give me your blade for it, as I'd rather not shatter my own blade on some stone. Or grab the metal sheets, I'll cut through both of those, whatever." Takeo waved the clone-of-a-clone away and went of to meditate. Or something.[2/6]
Takeo took the time he had, as if he really had anything else to do, playing with his sword and thinking about his life. and everything else he didn't have time to think about before. This technique is bothersome. How does it just give me a sharper blade? Doesn't make much sense, but ******** if I don't want to get it done, which I really do, so I can start carving metal like it was ******** butter.[3/6]
Takeo, for kicks, activated his Shearing and carve circles into the ground without his blade, but with the air, or whatever the hell Shearing was. It was more of a challenge not carving himself than tracing the circles, but it gave him something to think about. Maybe it's all mental. Mental blocks, passive chakra control, like your heartbeat. It's not something you can control, but it just happens. Maybe it's something my body will force. Don't know how that translates into sharp blades, but whatever, it works for me. And if it's magic, I'm going to just ******** go with it.[4/6]
By the time Takeo had drawn enough circles to become maddeningly bored with life, the clone of his clone turned up a few sheets of metal and a round, black stone object. Could have done better, and ******** faster, but this is what I get for not doing it myself. Although technically, I did do this myself. ******** it. I got s**t to get done. Takeo waved his clone-of-a-clone over and had it set the metal up. He may have looked down on what was essentially himself, but he'd be damned if he was going to do anything with his very own servents running about.[5/6]
Takeo took his simple sword, after shearing had finally worn off, and took to cutting the metal sheets into fine pieces with ease, a feat that was rather amazing. It's probably magic. Going with that. Takeo didn't feel much different after the Vorpal Sword technique was down, he just felt... The same. His blades were just a lot sharper, and he could now boast that he had the sharpest swords this side of the country. Another boast for the book. I like that one. Takeo kicked away the metal sheets and sheathed his sword, seeing as the next technique, the Movement of Steel, wouldn't really require a weapon.[6/6 Vorpal Sword]
Movement of Steel. Pretty awesome, ******** time consuming, and not at all easily controlled. Whoopie. Takeo could feel all of the clones staring at him, judging him with their eyes, which is what he'd do in their position. Whatever, I'm better than they are. Takeo brushed an annoying hair out of his eye and took to his drills. He wanted to drill, it helped him get better at s**t.[1/6]
Gonna throw myself around in the Forward Step. Takeo yawned and practiced his Forward Step technique, the most basic movement technique in the style. And forward he went, quickly at that, almost quick enough to actually take someone by surprise. I'm being pessimistic. I'm moving fast, I just don't want to do this anymore. I wish I could just eat some brains and get the knowledge. That'd be easy, if morbid.[2/6]
The Forward Step is ******** lame. I know the Advance of Steel, why would I ever need the Forward Step again? It's ******** stupid. I have the Advance, that's all I'll need until the Movement is down, then I'll be mastering the Movement until I can control that s**t fully. Like a boss. Takeo was oft lost in his own thoughts when he should have been doing something else, such as training and drilling, but he was little more than a man-child.[3/6]
Takeo began to drill with the Advance of Steel, feeling far more satisfied in his progress than with the Forwad Step. Or movement, he couldn't remember which it truly was. He threw out a few slashes here and there, practiced his Calligraphy, as if he needed the inferior technique when he had the Brush Stroke, but it's good to at least train the basics, he told himself. He liked to believe what he told himself, anyways.[4/6]
I think I'm ready to try this s**t out, for real. I think I got this s**t on lockdown. Takeo tried to psyche himself up, not that it was hard for the ego-centric shinobi to do just that, but he'd rather have more time to prepare. But I could just say ******** hat and get it done. It's what I'm going to do, we all know that, so I might as well quit ******** around and just do it already.[5/6]
Takeo took a few deep breaths, mostly yo calm his nerves and let his doubts die, before he began the movement. It was rather quick, not that he expected the Movement of Steel to be slow, but he hadn't expected to move so damn fast. It was slightly shocking, but before he knew it, he was standing around his clones, each as shocked as he knew he'd be if the situations were reversed. "Yeah, guess what? We can do that now. You're ******** welcome."[6/6 Movement of Steel]
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