[≈] The Estate: Kiri Utami's School for the Gifted

[Anonymous_Alcoholic]

"Only a few more techniques, then we're done here. Only four more. Kage on a crutch, this is difficult." Sighed the clone as it read the scroll, overlooking the moves it would be learning in mere moments. The first of which was Hayai Ugoki. [1/9]

"It should be simple, seeing as it's simply the last technique held out a little longer than normal. Should be simple, anyway. Last technique wasn't so simple. Ugh, I'm over-thinking this." The clone sighed and rolled up the scroll, ready to begin the repetitive process of practice before performance. [2/9]

The clone began by, what else, stretching and warming up. It went with the training, the arduous, grueling training that the style Akio had chosen demanded. No excuses. And thus, the shadow clone warmed up. It chose to stretch the legs first, which was probably wise considering this technique concentrated on the legs.[3/9]

It began by running from wall to wall, gourd strapped to its back and sword in hand. It had to condition itself for long durations of movement while carrying heavy equipment, thus cementing Akios' permanent status as pack mule of the squad. [4/9]

"Ugh, never thought this would be such a chore!" The Shadow-Akio gasped as it took a small break, hoping to conserve some energy lest it be dismissed before its time was up. It needed to master, at the very least, the fourth stage before dispersing. [5/9]

Once the clone was sure it had recovered enough stamina to continue, it went about molding and focusing the chakra it would need to complete the technique. For now, it slowly leaked small amounts into the legs. Sure and steady kept Akio out of the hospital, after all.[6/9]

The clone spent the time it spent molding chakra, other than molding chakra, walking around, getting used to the lighter feeling with the chakra bolstering the already iron-hard muscles in the clones legs, slowly lightening the load it carried. Soon it could truly complete the technique, soon.[7/9]

The clone took a moment to rest, spent from the constant training it endured. It truly did not want to disperse yet, being so close to completing the training regime Akio had given it, otherwise it would return to the ether with a feeling of job left undone, and that was just not acceptable.[8/9]

Okay, moment of truth. The clone thought as it pumped chakra into its' lower half, holding it there as it took its first chakra-aided step. It felt lighter than air, certainly lighter than it would feel carrying the full gourd and heavy greatsowrd that it did. It took a few practice jumps and runs, feeling nigh on weightless. One more technique down for Akio, three to go. [9/9]

"At least this next technique requires no running around, just chakra molding and my gigantic weapon. Shouldn't be as difficult as running around with armor on." Mumbled the clone as it read over the next technique in the scroll, something about increasing the length of the weapon.[1/9]

It wasn't completely necessary to have, seeing as Akio already had two techniques that covered his sword in chakra-skin and had use as projectile attacks, but this looked to be a bit different. An extension of those other techniques, so to speak.[2/9]

It can be used for projectile attacks, but it works much in the same way Hien does, adding length to the weapon. Hm, interesting. Close combat and ranged combat capabilities, very useful. Gonna be a b***h to learn, but useful. The clone sighed and decided to read a little more before picking up the sword and committing to the technique.[3/9]

So it only adds five or six inches to the blade, huh? Nothing big, but enough to cut another breathing hole in a torso. Akio is gonna love this one. The clone smiled, referring to what it could only call master as it absent-mindedly gripped the pommel of the greatsword. Akio would need to visit Takumi soon, to buy a new weapon.[4/9]

Before that, though, the clone would need to master the techniques and he'd have to finish some missions. Place chakra into the pommel. Manifest the skin over the blade and stretch, shouldn't be difficult, should it? Everything so far has been, hoping ain't cuttin' it, The clone thought as it set the scroll down and grabbed the greatsword. It needed to get this done.[5/9]

The clone spent the first few moments before completing the technique pulling a training dummy over, carving Isamaru into the chest before returning to the greatsword. Motivation was needed, and what better motivation than his insufferable friend? The clone smiled as it lifted the heavy weapon and practiced.[6/9]

Not that there was much to practice other than molding and manipulating chakra, something Akio was better at than swinging swords. It probably had something to do with being a master of his bloodline techniques. Or, maybe it was his determined and stubborn nature. Either way, this stuff came easy to him, and by proxy, his clones. [7/9]

With the practice swings over with, and the final, decisive swing mapped out, the shadow clone of Akio palmed the bottom of the pommel and forced chakra into it, filling the greatsword with his golden-colored chakra. It was almost beautiful, had it not been a weapon with which to end a life. Musings for another day. As the blade was enveloped by the golden skin, the shadow clone took a step back and aimed. [8/9]

The clone dropped the technique for a moment, aimed, and swung the sword, activating the chakra skin as it did. It had to get the technique down on the fly, seeing as real battle didn't leave he luxury of time for planning. The training dummy's head flew from its shoulders, cleanly cut by the extended chakra blade. As if it wasn't enough, the clone let the skin go, destroying the severed wooden head with the projectile. [d]"Heh. Two down, two to go."[9/9]


[ Learned :: Hayai Ugoki [ Swift Movement ] and Nobi Ken [ Stretching Blade ]  

[Anonymous_Alcoholic]

"Hey! Shadow clone, how's it going?" Akio was glad to see his other shadow clone hard at work making him into a better warrior, thankful that he wasn't working that hard. "See any strange shinobi?" The clone shook it's tired, dirty head and went back to the training Akio had forced it to continue, satisfied that he was going to be beyond badass when it was finally dismissed. With all of the places he checked, Akio felt it was finally time to meet back at the academy.

[exit]  

[Anonymous_Alcoholic]

[Academy -2]

"Ugh, this is gonna be fun. Time to get to training for the most difficult technique in the entire style." The clone mumbled as it took another break, leaning against the massive greatsword as it read over the next couple techniques. It wasn't looking forward to any of it. [1/18]

The shadow clone had to make some extensive preparations before even attempting to practice the technique, otherwise this would be doomed to failure and the clone would have to start all over again, and that was time it just couldn't afford to waste. So it would need to prepare.[2/18]

First thing was first: a target small enough to be a challenge, but large enough to be hit. That meant the clone would need to modify a training dummy for its new purpose. To do this, the shadow clone pulled the arms and head from the dummy and carved a rough 'X' over the sternum. That would be the target, the small, almost tiny, mark in the torso would be what he was aiming for. Delightful.[3/18]

The shadow clone pulled the training dummy back several dozen feet, resting until Akio could barely see the 'X' it had carved. With the first step in place, the clone had only two more steps to go before the preparations were complete and the practice could being. Right now, it needed the right weapon.[4/18]

The sword was out, it just wasn't the kind of weapon for this technique. The clone needed something far more precise and deadly, something with a smaller blade. The clone scanned the weapon wall for something that would really make this worthwhile, looking for something that really jumped out and grabbed its' attention.[5/18]

The clone scanned and searched until it came between two weapons; an axe and a spear. Both were heavy, deadly, and perfect for the purpose of flinging the weapon with deadly accuracy. The problem was choosing between the two for the sake of learning. Whichever weapon it chose, the clone would be using it for a little while.[6/18]

The main concern was comfort and practicality, especially in this instance. The spear would be good for ranged combat, while the axe was great for chopping bloody swaths through the shinobi of enemy nations. Both were pretty great for throwing at things, especially axes, but Akio was having a much harder time choosing than it had originally believed.[7/18]

"Hm, which would be best?" The clone wondered aloud as it lifted the large battleaxe from its' spot on the wall and gave a few practice swings with the massive weapons, the blade singing through the air as the shadow clone swung. Shrugging its' shoulders, a feat in and of itself, the clone replaced the axe with the slender, yet no less deadly, spear. [8/19]

Shadow-Akio pulled the spear from its' perch and gave it a little test run, to get used to the weight of the thing and, most of all, net some experience with as many weapons as he could until he found his dream weapon, probably that axe or a mace. Akio wasn't a fan of hitting something more than once, and he wouldn't have to worry about that with a big axe. But the shadow-Akio wasn't training with either at the moment, instead it had the spear. [9/18]

The spear, a masterfully crafted piece of silver and steel, intricate carvings adorned the blade as well as the shaft. It was a weapon of war, and not too bad to look at, really. A thrust, and the air sang as it was cut, and slash, and the same. Akio could appreciate this kind of weapon, but it was not for him.[10/18]

Shadow-Akio placed the spear back and continued to search for a weapon that would work, searching until it had exhausted itself. While it rested, and mused on what would really be the correct weapon, the clone rested an arm on the giant gourd Akio always carried with him. A massive weapon in and of itself, the clone wondered if it could work. With some manipulation, a handle shot out of the top, made with iron sand it was packed with.[11/18]

With both hands on the makeshift hilt of the gourd, something that struck the shadow clone as odd, and lifted the weapon high into the air. "Yes, this will work nicely, much better than any other massive weapon. Now, to get some practice in before this thing goes airborne."[12/18]

Shadow-Akio had to get used to the weight of his gourd, lifting it like this anyway. Running around with one on his back was one thing, swinging it like a madman and hoping to hit something other than air was another matter entirely. It had to get used to the weight of the gourd all over again.[13/18]

Unlike the massive sword, axe, and spear, the gourd was much, much heavier than it had anticipated. Simply lifting it was enough to send its' large arms screaming in pain, pain flaring even after it put the gourd down. Shadow-Akio had to rest for extended periods of time before pulling the weapon up again, hoping to be able to lift the weapon for more than a few minutes.[14/18]

The gourd was like a mental barrier as well as a physical one, a barrier shadow-Akio would have to tear down to complete these last two techniques and finally be allowed to rest. Not yet, though, not by a long shot. So it would continue to lift the weapon and utterly destroy anything it came across, that included training dummies and imaginary dragons.[15/18]

Once the shadow clone was at least comfortable with lifting the weapon, a feat in and of itself, it then focused on actually throwing the damned object. Hopefully, with some accuracy to boot. Shadow-Akio took aim at the tiny, almost invisible mark, and began to take a few more practice swings. For good measure.[16/18]

In the final steps before throwing the weapon, shadow-Akio forced itself to practice a little more, to solidify the technique. It did make everything permanent, after all, and the shadow clone wanted this technique down forever. It was enough of a goddamn chore practicing and learning about the damn thing, but it could not imagine going through this more than once.[17/18]

Shadow-Akio tightened its' hold on the hilt and took one last practice swing before letting loose, flinging the insanely heavy gourd across the dojo until it slammed into the torso and splintered the training dummy. Shadow-Akio walked over to retrieve the gourd, a stupid idea considering it could lift iron, and inspect the damage it had inflicted. To say there was nothing left of the dummy would be an accurate take, but somehow it didn't quite convey the scene of splintered wood and dead dummy. The gourd was fine, and from this point on, one hellish weapon.[18/18]



"Hmph, one more and this training session is over and done with. Just one last wretched technique. Gonna need some extra help for this one," Muttered the miserable clone as it created two shadow clones of its' own, which was rather strange considering that, when these clones were dispelled, the clone of Akio would be gaining the knowledge of these clones, and the real Akio would be gaining that knowledge as well. Huh. Wonder how that works. Maybe I should get them to learn some other techniques... The original shadow-Akio shook its' head and went back to reading up on the technique.[1/11]

Cutting ninjutsu in half, huh? Sounds pretty damn useful, and it better be. I have these two chucklemongers throwing some nasty stuff at me. Better be ready to slice it in twain and cut them up before they start throwing things at me again. At least it won't take forever like the last technique, only almost forever. The clone thought as it spread its' own clones out and got to practicing.[2/11]

Unfortunately, Akio didn't have any nifty projectile-type ninjutsu beyond bloodline techniques, which really slimmed the options, even worse, the only ninjutsu techniques that he had were either so large the blade would completely make it through, or it was full of spikes or something. The clones would think of something, though, and in the meantime the original Shadow-Akio practiced swings with the gourd. It was still getting used to the weight.[3/11]

The gourd was much heavier than the greatsword the clone had used before, and rather awkward to use, but it was heavy, deadly, and it got the point across that Akio was not to be messed with. No one wanted to be hit with a giant gourd, especially people that liked to keep their bodies free of shattered bones and torn muscles. Softies.[4/11]

The shadow-Akio coated the gourd in a chakra skin, something it would need to get used to for this technique and the ones that came before it, otherwise Akio would fail at a critical moment and possibly die, or lose a light spar as well as whatever dignity he retained from his interactions with that idiot of a shinobi, Isamaru. Or, Akio would use these on Isamaru, a wonderful thought that helped motivate the clone.[5/11]

Shadow-Akio pulled the chakra skin back and forth, switching between the few techniques it had learned that required a chakra skin to cover the weapon, like the blade-lengthening technique. Shadow-Akio didn't know how that would work, really, considering the gourd had no blade. But seeing that it simply added a large, bulbous extension to the bottom of the gourd, Shadow-Akio could assume that it did... That.[6/11]

"Ugh, so boring, I want to be done already." Shadow-Akio mumbled as it swung the massive gourd to and fro, golden chakra-skin accentuating each swing as if Akio was lugging around a golden brick he used to bludgeon shinobi to death with, which would have been rather stylish if garish and rude.[7/11]

Shadow-Akio took this time to relax before the actually technique went down, as well as discuss the coming ninjutsu being thrown about extensively, lest it perform the technique incorrectly and the genuine Akio need to retrain himself, that would have been the biggest casualty of all time. Or, at least, the last ten minutes.[8/11]

"Okay, so you're using that big iron projectile thing, okay? It's the only thing small enough to cut through without throwing this damn gourd at you, and that's something I'm not keen on doing, savvy? So get ready, we're about to get this over and done with so we can all go home." Shadow-Akio nodded to its' shadow clones and prepared itself.[9/11]

Shadow Akio took the next few seconds to prepare as the two shadow-shadow clones created some iron sand, with which they would use some massive jutsu that the original Shadow-Akio could cut through, they had practiced this routine several times over. They all knew how it was going to go down, it was the simple matter of actually doing it.[10/11]

Shadow-Akio covered the gourd in golden chakra-skin, just as the clones fired their jutsu and sent it spinning towards their creators creation. As the spinning mass of iron closed, Shadow-Akio swung and destroyed the incoming jutsu, seeing as there was little enough left that had been cut through. Maybe a larger technique would have been sliced in twain, but this technique, longer than it was thick, was destroyed. The last technique was learned and mastered, and the shadow clones could finally rest. Dispersing into wisps of smoke, the knowledge they obtained would be sent to the original for his usage and pleasure.[11/11]

[ Learned :: Kazetetsu, Danzetsu no Konki and Danzetsu Hei ]  

[Mana_ecl Zetsuya]

xxxxZayr the Iron Monk xxxx

Bringing himself to Kiri's Dojo... Well, it was a melancholy scene. Long neglected and battered, it was a sad state. Here, he'd learned many of his master's techniques, and here... He was going to continue his pursuit for learning. From his sash, he withdrew his family's scroll, and looked over what was next. The Rush of Six Palms. Already, the monk gathered his chakra.

[1/3]

Alzayr let the chakra flow from his arms into his palms. He couldn't quite get the feel of it, like he could with the rest of his bloodline's movements. Here, he let the chakra rotate within his hands. A focus, fiery within his palms. Oh... It felt right.

[2/3]

Rushing forward, his tree that he'd pummeled earlier his palms flared forward, crashing into the tree. One. Two. Three. The flurry continued onward up to six. It was a mighty strike, the tree groaning in agony. It was depressing, in a sense.

[3/3]
[Hakemoto Line: Rush of Six Palms Learned]

Onward he rolled. The scroll had read that he could do just the same with his kicks. A flurry of kicks would be a bit more devastating, considering his nature. A grin, and a laugh. Oh yes. He hopped back some, spacing between himself and the tree.

[1/3]

His eyes closed a moment, and he focused on directing his chakra. The monk dialed it downward, to the direction of the soles of his feet, as they would crush more than anything else. Once it felt proper, the monk sprung forward with ease.

[2/3]

His foot came down with wrath in its essence, smashing into the tree before him. The poor thing, blown, beaten. The tree was a victim before him, but Alzayr could do nothing about it. After all, who could? He was stuck and in dire need to learn. The dash of six feet was done and done right.

[3/3]
[Hakemoto Line: Dash of Six Feet]

"A man's soul wrought in iron!"

"Dance upon the edge of the Blade!"

 

[Mana_ecl Zetsuya]

xxxxZayr the Iron Monk xxxx

Onward, the monk moved. He was just about finished up with with the Six Palms and Six Feet. Now it was onward to a slightly more advanced technique. The Expansion of Spiral was a complex technique for him to utilize, but he had to know how.

[1/5]

The monk first focused on chakra. Letting it run to his hand, much like he had with the Rush of Six Palms. However... This was going to take a bit more work than that particular move had. More chakra was pumped in, creating a wide swirl of chakra. It was unruly, and unrefined. In all, it was not going to do much of anything but be a show at this point.

[2/5]

Alzayr turned his focus onward, intending to dial back the rotating chakra with his capabilities. The rotation seemed to become more unruly and sporadic, as he moved it inward. Periodically, it was becoming necessary for him to try and rebalance the movement of energy.

[3/5]

With his process repeating again and again, it was pretty irritating. The monk moved onward with the process, again, it was reduced in size, compacting itself against itself once more. Why wouldn't he? It was quickly becoming explosive, his silvery crimson chakra moving hurriedly.

[4/5]

He worried little on elemental imbibing. For now, he proceeded forward to punish the tree he had so many times before already. It was a sacrifice, for the future. It would fall eventually, becoming food, and bring more life. Again, there was the crack of wood, as the bizarrely shaped chakra disc slammed into the tree, the trunk starting to cower beneath the force.

[5/5]
[Expansion of Spiral Learned]

Already, he was moving onward to the next technique on the list. The last of the Hakemoto line, Growth of Six Spirals. This utilized the previous technique, and in its process, widened its array of destruction, by creating six, and not just one. Three per hand.

[1/7]

Already, Alzayr began to pull up the chakra for one. It sat in his right hand, rotating blissfully, unaware of what was to come in the coming moment. That was until he began to pump more chakra into his hand. A second disc began to form, just along side the first, in a fashion akin to his first attempt with the first disc.

[2/7]

The secondary disc seemed to teeter, threatening to collide into the first. Thinking of the teetering tree before him, the monk feared for the safety of his hand. At this point, keeping chakra moving was necessary, enough to keep them at a balance of sorts.

[3/7]

Not thinking about adding the chakra disc at this point, Alzayr worked on maintaining the two. It was a feat that was impressive enough. The two discs worked in chorus, as he let them rotate. One after another, it was a fortunate work out.

[4/7]

In this case, it was time to move onward. Growth of Spirals. His chakra flowed inward once more, preparing for the third. Alzayr was prepared in this case, knowing what in the world he was getting into. Or rather... So he believed. The chakra gathered, rotating largely and wildly, just as the first two had.

[5/7]

Compacting the chakra this time... Well, it was a chore. Moments passed, and he meticulously had to work on it again and again. Compact. Rework the others for the sake of not... Well, not exploding in his hands. He already had to endure assault from Kaseiken, it wouldn't be wise if he continued to do so.

[6/7]

At long last, the third spiral disc was settled calmly into his hand. The flaw? Well, he was out of room in right hand to work the spirals. That left the second hand. His chakra swelled in his left hand, flowing swiftly, running together again. He was a bit more familiar with the process, and as such, the discs formed quickly. It was satisfying, without a doubt.

[7/7]
[Growth of Six Spirals Learned]

"A man's soul wrought in iron!"

"Dance upon the edge of the Blade!"

 

[Mana_ecl Zetsuya]

xxxxZayr the Iron Monk xxxx

The need for practice was just as high as it ever was to the monk. Why wouldn't it be? After all, a movement such as Sazanami was fluid-like. It was a grand movement, and in his need to develop his body, this was the way to go. Taking a deep breath, he performed his only solid cloning. The blaze clones were brought out.

The first step on his training agenda, the upper body redirection. It wasn't going to be very difficult.
"You there. Well... Me there! Straight right," the monk ordered to... Well, himself. One of the two clones rose to their feet, ready to swing. It was quite the situation.

[1/4]

The monk moved as the fist came in. First, he had to ensure he could side step the swing. Moving quickly, Alzayr came to the left, watching the fist fly right by him. A fascinating sight, seeing the flesh move with such ease through the air.

[2/4]

Th next step came with some thought. He had to make sure he learned the timing of the pivot. Again, the clone moved to swing, and again, the monk stepped to the side. Here, it came to a point where it was a bit more vital, reaching out with his hands, grabbing hold of the monk clone.

[3/4]

Now was the most important step of all. He had to move quickly, tightening his grip on the blaze clone's forearm, using his right heel to spin. Mid way through the spin, his hand released the clone's arm, sending it tumbling to the ground. Thankfully, it didn't explode.

[4/4]
[Sazanami: Upper Body Redirection Learned]

"Alright mes! We've got lower body redirection now! Let's get a move on! Round house, let's go!" The original monk announced to his cloned selves. The monk wasn't even too worried, considering his own clones would never move to really harm the original. A swing came his way, unexpectedly.

[1/6]

Lost as to what was going to be next on the list, Alzayr leaped back a foot or so. A brief shake of his head, to snap him out of the shock he seemed to be experiencing. He hadn't given them a signal for when to strike... Nor had he mentioned it. It was likely better this way anyhow.

[2/6]

Now came the chance for him, the monk now more aware of the clone's intent. An unexpected strike would drive it home further into his muscle memory, readied, he settled himself calmly in form. Yet, the monk-clone only circled the progenitor.

[3/6]

It wasn't a great surprise, when the clone made a leap, after a 180 degree circling. It wasn't the wisest of kicks the clone had the capability of performing, but it was enough to begin the practice with. He watched the leg fly for him, utilizing the half step, he slipped from the range of the kick a bit.

[4/6]

Already, he moved again. His clone wasn't quite as peaceable as he had once believed. Was it out for blood? Regardless, Alzayr kept side stepping. It was getting a bit easier to time the situation, but one false step could land him a broken jaw. He knew the strength of his own legs, after all, and so, the monk moved to block, catching a heel in his hand.

[5/6]

It wasn't the most smooth attempt, forearm throbbing beneath the pain of his own kick. Alzayr spun though, bringing the clone into a throw, letting him fall to the ground. Normally, it would be wise to follow up with a kick of some sort... But a fiery explosion wasn't so pleasant an idea.

[6/6]
[Attack Redirection: Lower Body Learned]

"A man's soul wrought in iron!"

"Dance upon the edge of the Blade!"

 

[Mana_ecl Zetsuya]

xxxxZayr the Iron Monk xxxx

This coming movement was quite the surprise for Alzayr. A technique which assisted in his increased range combat! Hummingbird's Flight could be utilized with tools of any size, according to the reading, which meant a major key. Even his swords could become projectiles.

[1/6]

It was all a matter of practicing his accuracy at this point, but with what? He was already fairly proficient with his regular tools, but then again, he had his own gear. Over his shoulder, the majestic long sword slid from the sheath, and he grinned happily.

[2/6]

A primary toss was performed, utilizing his kunai. It wasn't the greatest toss in the world, but the monk was doing well enough. It thunk'ed into the torso of a training dummy, long worn. It wasn't the most perfect of shots, then again, that was the whole purpose of this exercise.

[3/6]

That was the best of it all, now of course, the monk took a swing with Houou Tsume, preparing it to be sent forward. He had to get used to the weight of the sword, to send flying forward through the air. The longsword was of a weight greater than Shin'en, but its design made it more ideal to be thrown.

[4/6]

Its capabilities were a lasting effect, when it pushed a drain on his chakra pool, it kept hold of that chakra for an undetermined amount of time. That wasn't important at this point though. The monk hefted the blade, letting it hop in his hand, as if seeing if he'd be able to catch it with relative ease.

[5/6]

Off the blade soared through the air. It seemed to sever air before it even, as it dove into the breast of the dummy, a success if he'd ever seen one. He'd never have believed that the move was so advantageous that he'd be able to fling swords with accuracy!

[6/6]
[Hummingbird's Flight Learned]

"A man's soul wrought in iron!"

"Dance upon the edge of the Blade!"

 

[Mana_ecl Zetsuya]

xxxxZayr the Iron Monk xxxx

At this point, the monk seemed to be doing well enough in his movement. Counters were well and good, and it seemed that again, that was what he was returning to. Cross Split was going to be a troublesome one at this point, considering it was either the dummies or the exploding dummies.

[1/6]

He couldn't very well go tearing up his body with his clones carelessly. That was a terrible plan to pull together, which meant... He was back to training dummies to kill now. How in the world would he manage a task like that? That was when it clicked.

[2/6]

Alzayr moved, drawing some wire from within his sash, and began to pull it free. Houou Tsume was set back into its sheath at this point, and Shin'en was pulled only slightly for the sake of slicing through the wire with ease. Wires severed, the monk moved and tied it tight into the very wood. Thankfully, it was loose in the ground, to where it could be drawn back and forth.

[3/6]

The wire was handed to one of the clones, and Alzayr was settled within the attack range of the dummy. "Alright... And pull!" ordered Alzayr, the clone obeying nearly immediately. It swung sideways with all the might of the clone behind it, and the monk rose up an arm. Thwack!

[4/6]

By the Six Paths! Wood hurts more than I remembered... The monk thought in agony, as he held the thing in place as best he could. It was a bit difficult, the wire had been tied to a stone and tossed to the other clone with perfect precision. It was pulling away at the wire, to free the dummy.

[5/6]

Holding the dummy as tight as he could, Alzayr turned his focus inward a moment, proceeding to send his open palm into the wooden joint with ferocity. It was without a doubt, shattering, the wood splintering and sent flying in several directions.

[6/6]
[Split Cross Learned]

It was time to practice yet another stance, it seemed. This was a little more conventional than the last stance they'd had him practice, from what he had read earlier. Undoubtedly, it wasn't going to end poorly for him, at this point in time.

[1/6]

The stance wasn't nearly as awkward as the ever useless Horse Stance, blissfully, it seemed like it was going to be a lot less awkward even. He read the works again, working to slide himself into proper placement. He worked on edging his feet properly, to begin with.

[2/6]

How could something so simple be so very complicated? It was a terribly difficult means to figure this out. Certainly, he had the footing down rather quickly. Three paces apart, all he had to do was ensure that he was on the point.

[3/6]

With his non-dominant foot settled in the direction of what would be his foe, the training dummy. Left foot to the dummy, he kept himself as best he could. He made a move, swinging on his left, right foot flying through the air, he felt himself falling back onto the ground, rolling.

[4/6]

It wasn't as simple as it seemed, the center of gravity he was so used to as the lanky monk of the mist, was far too different from the normal. A kick such as that, lacking in speed, should have been no problem at all to execute at that point. A sigh, he moved himself back into place, to make another attempt.

[5/6]

Back into position, the monk made himself another whirling kick. After all, from what he'd heard, it would be something to be on his list soon enough. Whirling around, he landed gracefully, foot mere centimeters from where it had been just before. It had been a successful movement, it seemed.

[6/6]
[Back Stance Learned]

"A man's soul wrought in iron!"

"Dance upon the edge of the Blade!"

 

[Mana_ecl Zetsuya]

xxxxZayr the Iron Monk xxxx

Cracking open a floor board, upon his entry, the clone was already readied for him, sitting there upon the porch to the outside was readied, scroll sprawled out, Samehada sitting ever so close to it. He bit his lip some, as he grabbed hold of the scroll, reading the first move simply enough. One by one, seven swords were unsheathed, taking form. Beneath the arms, behind knees, between his shoulder and neck. It was quite an odd form, and off he whirled with ease. Not so hard!

[1/1]
["The Hook" Learned]

Now, things were odd. The monk moved to resheathe everything and settled it back in a cluster of blades about him, to which he moved quickly. The scroll said this was how it was, and so, the seven swords flew into the sky, and down upon the dummy. It wasn't terribly concentrated, but it seemed enough.

[1/1]
[Sword Rain Learned]

The next skill on the scroll seemed to be an oddity. How was one to twist their body in such a way, considering the current pose he was in? The monk drew the blades and settled himself back into his usual pose, readying himself for a test of his balance in terms of this.

[1/2]

Assuming the easiest of which would be the ones in his hands, the monk crossed the two katana, and brought them down on a battered old dummy. Now, the idea was the first two were blocked, and as such, Zay moved on to strike down the post it sat upon, by flicking his leg up, cutting away with one of the lower blades.

[2/2]
[Bee Sting Learned]

Onward the monk rolled, looking over the scrolls and techniques he could utilize with the seven blades he was making use of at this point. The next of which was the style's staple. The Seven Swords Dance. An early enough technique, the monk nodded simply as he practiced moving each blade.

[1/2]

It certainly felt odd to be hopping on a single foot, blades drawn near. Practicing his footing, Alzayr found it simple enough to keep with the switching feet, for the most part. Nevertheless, the monk hopped and whirled, the blades hopping up through the sky. Zay snatched away at different swords, as they fell nearer and nearer to the earth, bringing them up and down. The technique... It was more than enough!

[2/2]
[Seven Swords Dance Learned]

The monk snatched away at each blade, and plunged them into the moist earth, as he grabbed hold of Ho'oh Tsume. It was one of the more preferred weapons of choice, when he didn't have Shin'en about. Either way, he grabbed hold of its hilt, his fingers across its blade as he mustered the proper chakra for the technique.

[1/2]

Raiton was an affinity he often found himself neglecting, in the face of his capabilities with that of fire. He grasped hold of the nature, and began to pump it carefully into the blade. Ever so slightly, Alzayr heard the hum he'd been awaiting, while he worked on the technique, and he couldn't help but grin.

[2/2]
[Vibrating Sword Learned]

Grasping a hold of his blades, the monk gathered them in a bundle, before momentarily sending them skyward in a grouping. Each bare blade fell point down expertly, and the monk couldn't help but believe that it was just a mark of the skill that he often made use of. He'd torn through many a time before. The blades remained littered about the area casually so.

[1/4]

Now, the monk had to practice moving among the blades, snatching them up. One of the keys to the infinite swords dance, he had to be able to keep a constant flow, while they shifted about. He worked to make himself just ever so slightly more limber, as he hopped, shaking out his body, before hopping into the battlefield dressed with swords here and there.

[2/4]

Quickly, one was snatched into his hand, another moving ever more quickly still! The problem was it was an expansion on the Seven Swords dance ever more so, which meant the monk had many awkward placements to make hold of, while minimizing his efforts of movement, constantly reshifting his uses. One use after another, the blades worked awkwardly into every place. Crooks of the elbow. Behind a knee. Even between the shoulder and his chin!

[3/4]

Now came the difficult part. Cycling through the weapons was by no means, an easy task. With each hop, a blade had to be sent forward, or toward wherever the target was! Clambering the monk sprung forward, letting loose one of the shorter blades which he kept nearby. It blurred, as it buried itself at an angle, and another went skyward, arcing down into a fine point. It was a quick movement, grasping a hold of the next blade even yet!

[4/4]
[Infinite Swords Dance Learned]

With several blades lying about, the monk was on to the next technique possible. It was down to making use of the several blades all the while. This was a strange thought process, considering how the blades were at all sorts of points on his body, ready for use.

[1/4]

He began the thought process by simply making use of his forward movement, the monk hopping forward, whirling just slightly. It was the simplest way to make use of all the blades which pointed in every which way, yet. Not that it was complete, not in the slightest. Zay moved, making each blade move only in conjunction with another. Pairs, at the moment. Left hand moved on to the right elbow.

[2/4]

A foundation established in a pattern to begin learning, Zay hopped forward again. A quick rotation, his left hand swinging out. Right elbow worked swiftly, before his upper body began to move forward, the one hanging on his shoulder falling forward in a strike, another press off the ground sending the monk whirling again in a strike with one tucked behind his knee.

[3/4]

The technique continued on, as the flurry couldn't be permitted to cease, that was the key to the strike. He undulated... The best word that could be used, his free foot hitting the ground, before moving onward once more, his right hand slashing forward, and the tactic continued. Well... up until he tripped on one of the blades sticking out of the earth he'd left! Fortunately, he thought to release them, the blades sticking into the soil just to the left of his hands!

[4/4]
[Butterfly Float Learned]

Next was an oddity. The monk was going to have to learn to channel his raiton chakra through many blades at once. The monk worked his way back up to his feet, before grasping a hold of the blades again one at a time. It was a simple stance, as simple was one could get when it came down to the Seven Swords Dance.

[1/4]

Now, the monk closed his eyes, trying to sense the chakra which was flowing through him. It was a blessing in disguise that he was a sensor, for it helped him with the portions that came down to mass focus on the scales of chakra control. He closed them, as he began to run the raiton chakra through just one blade as he had earlier on in his training sessions.

[2/4]

Now, the technique was odd. Feeling the vibrations of the blade, and how the chakra was moving into the blade was key in knowing he was doing just the right job. Slowly, the monk began to work on settling his chakra, and outward is slid. From one hand, into another, Zay's brow furrowed in concentration yet.

[3/4]

Quickly now, he began to press the chakra into each possible blade in his possession, ready for action. There was a slight hum, as he felt the chakra settle into each of the blades. Upon reaching the absolution of the technique, the monk sighed in relief. After all, he'd done what was needed to get the technique moving.

[4/4]
[Thunder Dance]

Now came a more difficult task, as the monk looked over the final tactic. It came down to magnetizing, a tactic that few raiton users could make use of... So exclusive it was that there was a clan that specialized in it. With that news, it meant that it was just only so careful. The technique itself would be less finely controlled and more focused on the general use of the thrust generated by a strange opposite charge.

[1/5]

Now, it came down to a quick set up. The monk looked over the dummy, and thought of what was necessary. It needed to be charged one way, while a blade needed to be charged a second way. The monk thought on the process which would be used. To begin, he set himself upon his feet, closing his eyes yet again. Pooling his raiton chakra, he looked for whatever he could. Thinking in two ways, he tried to scramble the chakra, pulsing.

[2/5]

Hopefully, the chakra pulse was just enough to make certain that he could have magnetized the dummy before him, which meant to came down to the next step. Making use of just a single blade, he closed his eyes and tried to inverse the scrambled frequency that set the magnetization of the dummy happen. On the single blade, he laid the chakra over it, and let loose. It quivered and flew forward yet with a violent strike. That was one good thing, at the very least.

[3/5]

Next, the monk had to look over the battlefield, and it made sense as to why it was such a large scale tactic now. He'd pressed a good amount into just the one blade, and here he was about to go and do it to several which were grounded. This was control on a massive level, to which he had to isolate the point of magnetism, but enough to override the fact that they were immersed in the ground.

[4/5]

The chakra welled up within the monk, and in a moment, he left ten blades immersed in the earth, as he closed his eyes once more. Seconds passed as the power welled, before at long last it pulsed from his feet, the electrical chakra gliding over the ground, snapping at any blades laying upon the ground, before at long last, the quivered in their earthly placement, before soaring free, point first into the dummy.

[5/5]
[Rain Dance Learned]

"A man's soul wrought in iron!"

"Dance upon the edge of the Blade!"

 

[Lanfaer]

xxWanryoku Jingi Horobosuxxxx
xx The Juggernaut of Ruin

Chakra Pool: 255/255

Wanryoku strode into the dojo that bore the man deep craters and broken boards, walls, and ceilings of his training. The man's arrival was preempted by the dull pounding of his steps that rattled the windows and floor boards, the squeaking of attendants whom had gotten too close to the source of the noise and witnessing the giant foreigner. Even after a full year of dealing with the gentle giant of a man, they were often startled by his size. And the monstrous weapon he carried in one fist, the chain wrapped around his waist and his shoulders. That weapon, what he referred to as a "wreckingball", was the source of much of the destruction in the dojo, for whenever he put that weapon down the floorboards cracked, shattered, and collapsed downwards. While he often paid for the damages himself, the Dojo had recently began to silently repair the damages with the help of some Senju, recognizing his honorable efforts to keep the place well treated.

Walking up to the center of the Dojo, Wanryoku went over what he had memorized from the training manual for the Hakyoku-ken no Kata style of Bukijutsu, the only style that would compliment his favored weapon the most. He looked to the black ball in one hand, expression neutral to everyone else but quite difficult to read as sorrowful and resigned by any who has spent even long periods of time with him. He knew that he would need to master other styles, ones that would require other weapons beside his brother, and the very thought shook the animal-pelted man to his core. Here, shinobi were different, which meant new methods of combat would need to be acquired and utilized for his survival to continue. Till those weapons had been made, however, he had business to attend to. In his mind he felt his brother's desire to train, to master the style as quickly as possible, and thus he began.

Quickly, Wanryoku unraveled a foot and a half of chain, readying for the swing. He hefted the weapon, allowing it's weight to hover just atop the wood. Then he swung upwards with most of his strength, the ball launching upwards like a cannon had fired it from its depths. (Learned: Saidai Shinpuku [ Upwards Swing ] (1/1))

Instead of stopping the attack he continued to swing the ball above his head. The force of the enormous ball flying above his head was incredible, distorting the air as chakra built up within the weapon. Snapping it horizontally barely strained his muscles, but it sent out a blast of chakra that caused the dummy at the end of the of the room. (Learned: Taikutsuna Sutoraiki [ Dull Blade ] (1/1))

Once more Wanryoku did not stop his attack, merely continued to swing his wreckingball about above his head, the force of which continued to distort the air. Here, he suddenly spun in place and thrusted the ball forward, stopping it after a foot, throwing out a blast of chakra. Another dummy exploded, this one raining bits of debris upon nearby attendants. (Learned: Nibui Sasu [ Blunt Stab ] (1/1))

Grunting, Wanryoku brought the ball down to his side, frowning. There was a gathering nearby, he had heard, and he knew he was not to be late. His code of honor would not allow that. So, without further ado, he exited with a nod to the attendants and headed for the graveyard.

"Call Forth The Gates of Hell..."

"Let Loose the Binds of Judgment..."

"Release the Hounds of War..."

 

[Mana_ecl Zetsuya]

xxxxZayr the Iron Monk xxxx

Into the dojo the monk settled, as he cracked open a door, and pulled up a pair of boards. From beneath it, he withdrew the strange blade of chambers, pulling back a tab on it, a small burst of fire occurring from the top of the blade. He settled to himself his many blades. Strapped all about him, he felt like a walking armory once more, and yet, he hadn't learned all he could for it. A few blades more, and he could learn anew.

"A man's soul wrought in iron!"

"Dance upon the edge of the Blade!"

 

[Mana_ecl Zetsuya]

Shinsei Warujima

((o.o Is this where I'm supposed to post in the "Dojo"?))

[This is actually the official dojo for the village. For the record, message people to clear up confusion.]  

[jedimastersonic]

Akira Hatake
Genin - Ninjutsu - Samurai - Kirigakure





Akira walked into the Dojo and looked around. "Dangit, I wish she had at least introduced us to the teacher first.... make things a little easier." He said out loud starting to get frustrated.

"Honor is an unsaid rule, no one is above this rule."