!Then, out of nowhere entirely, Doki would find herself amassed in a fury of smoke and glory; a furious flaming haired b*****d coming through the air while releasing smoke bombs all about. He moved like a blur, but of course the aura of one so magnificent could be felt a mile away! She'd know him as her first and only lover - Akasuchi Yozen, the next in line to be Raikage! Flowing from the stream of awesomeness he just created, the pink haired tyrant stood on the back of Balmung with his arms crossed, peering over to his wife in line; she looked somewhat chipper, if not angry to see her olden husband! Of course, giving kiss whilst not staying around probably brandished him a low life, hark! It was okay and would forever be okay! Her love for him would quell any negativity given thereafter; he knew this and only this, to be true. "Follower number 213. I expected to see you earlier than this, but I suppose as my wife I'll let it slide." Nodding to what was spoken, the much taller ninja came down from his boar, before carefully tying him up to the edge of the room. "You probably wish to feel my warm embrace yet again, my dear cabbage headed sweet tart~ I'll be sure to let you taste the tongue of oe so great as I!" Gliding on over, Akasuchi placed a hand on the under side of Doki's chin, abruptly claiming her lips yet again! Of course this was the way he greeted one of his many concubines!
Tʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ's ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ. I ᴄᴀɴ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴀ ʟɪᴇ. I ᴛʜɪɴᴋ I sᴇɴsᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪᴅᴇ. Rᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ I ᴡᴀs ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ.&&&&
"Ahck! Gahgghheh!" Hacking and coughing, she swatted her arm at the smoke. Hoping it would sift it out but really... She looked up. Her jaw just holding on by their fringes. "IS THAT EVEN NECESSARY?!" With her eyes bulging out like a snail and with surprise coloring her tone, Doki was taken in by a storm. A maelstrom of bad luck that just kept trying to meet drag Doki to it's core. Wiping away her tearing eyes, the sight of that Flamingo b*****d's hairstyle before the rest of his silhouette pieced in the puzzle. The town hog was then tied. At his pattering footsteps, Doki flinched and looked left and right to get away. First the hangover, next the smoke, and now..this guy again!
His hand caught her chin before she could fully skedaddle. His smiling face appeared through the veil of dying smoke. Those cocky lips of his pretty much stole whatever else she had to say. Disrespect. Totaled. No sorrow. With his second unannounced kiss, Doki decided that he won't live the point past tomorrow. Circles squiggled in the resins of her eyes--flabbergasted. Her hand held him by the chest, shoving him off of her with considerable force enough to topple him. "Gross! You're a hundred years too early to be holding these expectations.. pwagh!" Rubbing her lips in frustration, she flicked him one before stepping back. Holding both her hands out in an 'x' formation across her neck. Her furrowed eyebrows looking like they sponsor Nike in mirrored sides.
"Anyway, weren't you supposed to get your band?" But even though she said that, her attention turned back to the soft grumbles and oinks of Balmug. Some things in life...people could not question.
Bloodline Class reductions [-2 Posts], Academy Reduction [-2 C&B Rank]
C Rank learned in 1 posts | B Rank learned in 3 posts
In the past, before now. Before this time where things were happening. To not interrupt the rude people wasting space at the Academy, this is place at a different point in time prior to you neanderthals actin crazy. Ignore at your leisure.
Art Of The Gentle Fist
She approached the Academy and entered, walking towards the first dummy she could rest her eyes upon. Though it would not be the main point of her study, but it would come in handy. The Gentle fist style incorporated the use of the Byakugan to perform precise and deadly strikes on her opponent. That was it in the simplest way possible. The smallest form of theory that her mind could muster, and it began with having an opponent she could visible look at. That would be the dummy, in time it would become more pertinent. For now it would remain unharmed by her. [ 1| 20]
Though, through the basics alone one must expand their understanding. The use of the Byakugan to be aware. Yes, the very simplicity in those words. Yet it was needed to be fully aware, not of your surroundings as one could always see that. It required one to be fully aware of their opponent. Their position and their movements, while the Byakugan could not guess what an opponent could do. It did at all times see every single action that ever happened, meaning that it meant absolutely nothing. Giving it a step ahead when countering physical attacks. With that thought she would raise her hands and prepare herself. [ 2| 20]
Theory was nice and certainly practical but she could not rely on it for the entirety. Some practice would have to be put into order. It was the only way she would truly learn how to benefit from her style. An idle thought was all it took for the chakra to circulate within her mind. The veins began to protrude from the sides of her face. Chakra flooding to her eyes and as they did, her eyes would fly open. The power of the Byakugan awakening in those crystal clear eyes. A hazy white that brought the world to its knees, nothing could fool her in this state. [ 3| 20]
The awakening of her Byakugan brought an expansive amount of insight with it. Everything became visible to her. She could see every side of the dummy, and every side of her own body. The entire expanse of the Academy including all of those within it and what they were doing. She could see all of these things at the same time, as if she was an omnipotent force within the Universe. It was an astounding feat, but she would have to explore her simple practice even further if she wanted to get the style down to a tee. [ 4| 20]
The focus of chakra clued in on her own form, peeling away the layer of skin. Soon after it would pierce through the flesh and leave bare a system that one did not see without these eyes. In a moments notice she could see her own chakra system, a system developed only for special dojutsus to view. [ 5| 20]
Though not only that, amongst the system of chakra lines that wove through her body was something else. There were a system of holes spread about her body that allowed chakra to escape from her. These special pores that allowed chakra to escape were known as Tenketsu. They were the main targets of the Gentle Fist style and what she needed to see in order to master its abilities. [ 6| 20]
She would begin with a series of low leveled exercises to test the abilities given to her. The first would be the sealing of tenketsu. This consisted of utilizing the points of fingers to strike tenketsu points and stop them from emitting chakra. Obviously it would cease chakra from being able to leave said chakra point. [ 7| 20]
She would raise her right hand, pressing her index and pointer finger together as she placed it over her right arm. She located a tenketsu and could clearly see it as open. With a press of her fingers the tenketsu would close, the chakra flow to it had been cut off. Meaning from that point she could not transfer nor receive chakra. It was locked away. All from a single touch. [ 8| 20]
The next step in the process would be utilizing the same method to unseal the Tenketsu she had just locked. It was only common that if someone could perform such an extreme task that could reverse it. The method of reversal would more or less be exactly the same. So she would begin. [ 9| 20]
Chakra surged to the fingers within her right hand. As before the two fingers would come together, those of the index and pointer finger. Eyes ever watching the scene where her chakra had been sealed. She pressed against the point with sharp precision and a form of release overcame her. The flow of chakra to that point had been reconnected, she could even see the chakra flow like blood through that area. A simple maneuver, one she was proud she had accomplished, somewhat. [ 10| 20]
The next act was one a little more dangerous, and something she did not want to perform on herself. Though there was no one around for her to practice on so she would have to suffice. Or she could practice on the dummy first and then herself, she did need to get it right before she did something potentially dangerous to herself. [ 11| 20]
Her rate of vision changed and her chakra system ceased to be. Instead she saw a vision of the doll on all sides. Approaching it quickly as her eyes zoomed in on its apparel. Another subsequent use of the Byakugan was its microscopic capabilities. A thing that would help her to find the tenketsu on this training dummy, tenketsu that others would not see. [ 12| 20]
The tenketsu of the dummy were not actual chakra points, to think such a thing would be absurd. What they were, was grains in the polymers that made the dummy. There were small weaving patterns that made an infinite amount of holes for air to enter from. It is what allowed clothing to breathe despite its solid appearance. These were what she was going to practice on. Though the amount of chakra she would need to use would be minute in order to get it within the small polymer patterns. [ 13| 20]
Her right hand would gather the smallest point of chakra it could manage, and she would draw her hand back. With the next motion she would thrust forward and towards the doll and strike it. The small bit of chakra burst on the outside of the doll. Not only could she see it, but she could feel it. It didn't go in, perhaps because the targets were too small. Either way she would need to try again. [ 14| 20]
She drew back her right arm once more and went to drawing small amounts of chakra into her palm. As she went to thrust forward her eyes went to the microscopic mode, zooming in on the small interwoven fibers so she could hit the write mark. As her right hand collected the small bits of chakra forced inbetween the fibers and pushed them apart. Sending a wave on the inner side that rippled the surface of the dummy. "Alright ..." [ 15| 20]
With that done she would have to look away from the doll. Or at least take such intense focus off of it and put the focus back onto herself. Peeling through the layers of her body until the estranged system of chakra and chakra points became visible to her again. Minute traces of chakra would have to be used again. She couldn't risk doing major damage to herself for the sake of training. [ 16| 20]
She extended her left arm and flipped it so that her palm was towards the ceiling. That alone would serve as the surface by which she would practice her technique. She drew her right hand about a foot over her arm, closing in on a point of chakra that she could strike. Chakra began to pour into her arm, prepared to practice. Though wary of the damage she could do. [ 17| 20]
Her right hand came down soaring for the point, but in her fear she would stop. Not only had she forgotten to use a small amount of chakra. She had aimed to just about decimate her arm. Though it was but a glancing blow, the chakra touched not even her. With that chakra flooded her arm and burst. Pain she thought it, a tingling like someone struck her funny bone. Her eyes went wide, she barely touched herself. How could it be so destructive?! [ 18| 20]
With the tingling starting to become less traumatic she rose her arm again. Extending the left. She would begin to channel chakra the way she did when she assaulted the dummy. The very minute amount she could muster would be all she cared to utilize. It was barely enough chakra to put on the point of a pen. Bringing it down like a hammer, eyes zooming into the chakra point and ready to inject the chakra. [ 19| 20]
The hand connected with the point and in flooded the small amount of chakra she had gathered. Into her body and following the trail of chakra from her wrist and aiming towards her heart. Following the natural flow of chakra through her body. As it reached her heart it burst, due to how small it was the blast was but a simple murmur. Though uncomfortable either way. She gripped her chest and fell to her knees. Not harmed, but it felt incredibly awkward. "Okay ... that's good enough." She spoke, finishing the theory and practice of her gentle Fist style. [ 20| 20]
It was there in the academy, a dummy of sorts that would be the target of her first technique. She drew her hand back and began to collect chakra within it. The chakra compressed gathering the air around it into a tightened ball. Concentration was key in a technique such as this. Pulling in chakra and compressing it into a shell that she could fire from a distance. Bottom of her palm to the ceiling as she would thrust it forward. Hand twisting with the thrust of her arm and released the shell of air. It struck the wooden dummy and left a dent within it. All and all it was a successful use of the technique. Hakke Kūshō [ Eight Trigrams: Vacuum Palm ] [ 1| 1]
She withdrew her stance and pulled towards the dummy. Taking a vantage with her hands wrapped about her body, immediately her tenketsu began to leak a forceful amount of chakra from her body and she would be coated in a natural layer of chakra. She let loose the hold on her waists and went into a fantastic spin. Chakra flaring about her to form an impenetrable dome that sent the dummy flying away from her, soaring through the sky like some rag doll. Hakkeshō Kaiten [ Eight Trigrams: Heavenly Spin ] [ 1| 1]
As the dummy went flying, Arielle would spring into action chasing after the thing. Eyes sharpening as she ran through handseals. Near immediately the veins would cover the sides of her face, rushing for the dummy. It had no tenketsu, but it wouldn't stop her abrupt strikes. For practice she would memorize where she wanted to strike the thing and then do that. Not too many at the beginning, she would have to start small. She slid into the technique and thrust her hands out in a multiplying flurry. Starting with a small amount of numbers before letting it escalate. One final thrust sent the dummy away from her once more. She would have to use a different one now, this one was all banged up. Hakke Sanjūni Shō [ Eight Trigrams: Thirty-Two Palms ] [ 1| 1]
She would turn upon a second dummy and approach it. Her arms would open wide and she would stare for a moment. Eyes straining with veins as she was preparing her onslaught. Time seemed to freeze for her in that moment, the weight of her body would be tossed into these strikes. As such it would make it a bit more forceful than before. [ 1| 3]
Her body spun around completely and she would release two consecutive strikes on its form. Following that she would abruptly release two more, taking a mere breath of time inbetween the strikes. As the previous two ended a flurry of four would reign down once more. Then it would increase to eight. Releasing blow after consecutive blow, and then she would release an onslaught of sixteen without fail. Only breaking for split seconds between her blows. [ 2| 3]
Coming up for the finale was a final ever flowing connection of thirty two blows. Her hands couldn't even be seen at this point, just the intensity in her eyes. Ripping the surface of the dummy with every strike that landed successfully. She was not letting up, and as she approached the last blow in the series. Her hand hand drawn back quickly and formed a palm and thrust forward. Chakra flooding the ruined remains of the dummy and causing it to explode on impact. "Hyuuga Style Eight trigrams, Sixty Four Palms." She retorted as she returned to a neutral stance. Turning to exit the dojo with her new group of techniques. Hakke Rokujūyon Shō [ Eight Trigrams: Sixty-Four Palms ] [ 3| 3]
『 ＣＨＡＫＲＡ :』400/400 『 ＳＴＡＭＩＮＡ :』430/430 『 ＴＥＣＨＮＩＱＵＥ : Wall Squirrel Complex :: Rank A During [ Wall Run ] the user will send an additional surge of chakra through their legs. So long as they are attached to this wall, and chakra runs through their legs, the user runs at an increased speed, and never loses traction with the wall (or elevated surface). • Rather than using [80] chakra, this technique drains [2] chakra per post.』 "Have you heard the news that you're dead?"
Kyo smiled, glad Higure liked to help him with training and not yell at him for hurting Higure."I can do the next one on my own so just stay there and watch."He turned towards the wall before moving at a angle to get a good way to run across it. He bent low before sprinting forward at the wall and jumping not just up but jumping so he can turn sidewards and while surging chakra went through his legs, he could attach to the wall and run faster across it; even though he was already way fast. He stopped right before he hit the scroll's wall and landing on the ground with a pile of scrolls falling on him in a heap. He rolled out of it before laughing and looking at Higure."Didn't that look cool? Maybe if you keep training, you can get there. Now, wanna learn some basics?"He asked, smiling widely.
"Snow is a pure version of rain, it's gentle and cold all together."
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Higure watched Kyo, wiping away whatever moisture remained in his eyes. Kyo ran along the wall super quick, almost like he was flying. Kyo landed near the scroll wall, tumbling down some scrolls after him and Higure clapped his hands. Upon being asked if he wanted to learn the basics Higure nodded. He opened the scroll up to see the techniques. The first two seemed easy enough. Setting the scroll down, Higure ran along side Kyo at the wall, using chakra to jump and run up the rest. [Wall Scaling Technique 1/1 Learned!]
Higure came to a rest a little ways below Kyo and fell down first. Higure, internally, flinched and cowered at the falling sensation. He felt like it was going to hurt alot. Externally, Higure had know he had to do this. He turned do his feet would absorb the impact. He pushed the same amount of chakra from his climb, into his feet and landed. Normally, that landing would have jarred his body and made it shake but the chakra absorbed it and Higure landed lightly and gracefully. [Fall Breaker 1/1 Learned!]
After returning to the scroll and reading up on the next techniques, Kyo offered to be his dummy. Higure smiled and nodded happily. Stepping away from him, Higure crouched low before jumping at Kyo, flying towards him. Kyo didn't raise his arms to block or anything, just allowed himself to get kicked. Confused, Higure helped him up. He didn't get an explanation, they just moved on to the next technique. [Flying Kick 1/1 Learned!]
The next technique was similar to the kick. Higure and Kyo took their places. Higure jumped at Kyo, who once again did nothing to defend. This time was understandable though. Higure's shoulder rammed into Kyo's stomach region and drove them both into the ground. Higure stood and pulled Kyo back to his feet. After Kyo explained he was letting him get back for the Senbon, Higure read aloud the next move in the scroll. [Flying Tackle 1/1 Learned!]
Higure requested that Kyo show how it was done first. Kyo jumped into the air, quickly pulled his legs up and jumped again. When he landed, he explained that Higure had to use chakra to perform the second jump. Higure jumped as Kyo did, pulling up his legs quickly and sending out a burst of chakra as he jumped once more. Higure giggled slightly as he landed "Okay. Now what?" [Double Jump 1/1 Learned!] XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Passives: Tsumetai [ Cold to the Touch ]: The skin of each Shinsetsu clan member is chilled; producing a refreshing, almost intoxicating aura. This aura does not stretch far from one's person, and only the Shinsetsu and those in direct contact with him/her can truly appreciate the feeling. Because of this attribute, humidity is a foreign concept to the Shinsetsu, and only the most extreme of heats will cause those within tsumetai's effect to break a sweat. Additionally, this consistent cold has weathered their skin and innards, providing an internal and external resistance to freezing temperatures. Although not exactly topical, it should be noted that thanks to their relaxing aura, the Shinsetsu are considered some of the most desirable lovers in the world.
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little mintchan
Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 2:17 pm
Igarashi Nobu Yutakata-Oshi
~Kumogakure | Chunin | Katei no Neko | Class: Tamer/Taijutsu | Chakra 295/295 | Stamina: 245/245~
Entering the dojo again she went right over to the wall with the scrolls grabbing the scroll of choice she looked at Renji. 'Ready to learn some moves with me?' Renji looked at her with a bit of a confused look he then saw the scroll and realized what she ment. 'Ah those sound like fun.'
Renji quickly made their way out back to the huge open field knowing the stuff they were going to learn might need the space. Igarashi soon followed watching her cat ever so carefully. To her it seemed Renji was more eager then her now to learn. She didn't mind it she would rather have him doing something then sleeping all the time.
￥ Kumogakure ￥ Ninjutsu/Bloodline ￥ ￥ Suiton ￥ Fuuton ￥ ￥ Jounin (Oinin) ￥ Hyouton ￥ ￥ Ryo: 3500 ￥ AC:000019200￥ Chakra :605 ￥ ￥ Stamina : 325 ￥ Myurai , arriving shortly after Igarashi, made his way around the building with her and when she came to a stop he smiled and said," Congratulations once again on your promotion, you earned it. Now comes the fun part. Your chunin now and as such you will be given much harder missions so we need to step up your training. Also its around this time that shinobi start work on jutsu that they create. So if you have an idea let me know and I will do my best to help you." He pulled a green scroll from his belt and began to look it over dividing his attention between her and his scroll. It contained a long list of fuuton jutsu he wanted to learn.
Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 3:30 pm
Igarashi Nobu Yutakata-Oshi
~Kumogakure | Chunin | Katei no Neko | Class: Tamer/Taijutsu | Chakra 295/295 | Stamina: 245/245~
Looking over to Myurai she smiled. "Yea thanks, guess it was worth it right? Now I wanna learn this move." Holds the scroll pointing to the specific move. "It might be helpful, Renji and I are gonna make a great team." As she then petted Renji who in turn purred. She could feel her excitement getting the best of her and she quickly tackled Myurai into a hug. Quickly regaining her composure she stood back up clearing her throat. "Sorry, got a bit over excited that I did it. With your help of course." She then stuck her tongue out at him making a funny face. "And what is our next mission?" She was beginning to get curious about it. "Come on, Spill it out already." She was really getting antsy waiting.
"The school can only carry me so far, I must seek inward for my true potential."
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(Reizaa Saakasu [ Laser Circus ] post 3/9)
Jumping up to join them he soon realized what they were doing, He soon saw Rashi and Myurai hugging on the other side of the dojo. Thoughts racing through his mind. Not thinking he had lightning chakra flowing to his hand only feeling rage inside him. The flow of chakra was nothing like before. Seeing Myurai with rage in his eyes one of his clones spoke up, "Hey chill out man, she just got excited hes teaching her at the moment. Its nothing like that." After hearing his clones words he started to calm down. Not realizing how much Igarashi was starting to mean to him. There's no doubt that Myurai was right about how dangerous the feelings could be.
Taking a gulp to himself he moved down to where they were. Glancing over at Myurai giving a slight nod, still angry in his mind over what he knew was nothing but not able to shake the sight. Looking towards Rashi "So how goes it, Whats the plan?" XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Passives: Black Lightning: Raiton techniques are black in color; slightly increasing their power, while reducing visibility.
[I've fallen so far that to rise is inevitable.] [but to rise risks falling again and I don't know if I can]
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It took him several tries to find the dojo, mostly because he was doing his best to get as much distance between himself and Daitomi. Samuru entered the dojo with a distinct air of curiosity, wondering if it was anything like the one from his home village...and it wasn't. Looking around as he paused, feeling slight amazement People actually USE this dojo. Fascinating. he pushed his glasses up on his nose a bit, running a hand through his hair afterwards. Walking in further, he focused on the people, trying to determine who might give him the most trouble.....All of them seem like loyalty smothered dogs. he thought, feeling a sigh well up in him. However, the sight of the weapons rack redeemed Kumo in his eyes and Samuru made straight for it.
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[To be betrayed...it hurts] [To forgive and still love...that sweet agony will not leave me] [But I treasure that pain and wear it openly.]
￥ Kumogakure ￥ Ninjutsu/Bloodline ￥ ￥ Suiton ￥ Fuuton ￥ ￥ Jounin (Oinin) ￥ Hyouton ￥ ￥ Ryo: 3500 ￥ AC:000019200￥ Chakra :605 ￥ ￥ Stamina : 325 ￥ Without even a second to react Myurai was glomped and then just as quickly released. He smiled as his other student joined him and said," As I was telling Igarashi here my mission is to train you. Though how we go about that is up to you two. But I do want you to expand your jutsu knowledge. I would also like you both to start comming up with your own jutsu. It could be something simple or as destructive as this" He smiled and once again relied upon his vast knowledge of ninjutsu theory to master jutsu quickly. He held his left hand out to his side while making a seal with his right. As he did so a massive gust of increadibly dense fuuton chakra and high pressure air shot from his hand carving a dip into the ground as it traveled into the woods knocking down trees with ease. As he finished the jutsu he saw movement out of the side of his eye. It was someone he had never met before and he didnt think he was a resident in kumo so he formed another seal causing a shadow clone to form next to him. The clone followed the man into the dojo where he watched him go right to the weapons rack. The clone spoke up slowly," Impressive isnt it."
[jutsu learned] Zankyokukuuha [ Extreme Decapitating Air Waves ] Rank: C Official Description: Zankyokukuuha is a Ninjutsu technique utilized by the Sound ninja Zaku Abumi. This technique is a variation of the Zankuuhaa. Like the Zankuuha, Zaku creates a large gust of air pressure from the vents in his arms. This technique is the ultimate version of the lesser technique, it creates a massive gust of wind capable of totally wiping out his target and the surrounding area. Guild Description: The user sends out a large gust of air pressure from the palms of the hand. This technique is capable of destroying sturdy structures and large boulders.
[I've fallen so far that to rise is inevitable.] [but to rise risks falling again and I don't know if I can]
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Glancing over his shoulder from his examination of a heavy broadsword, all in wood, Samuru eyed the person standing near him "..." without bothering to reply, he turned away from the person and moved to the other rack, a row of nunchaku in various sizes his new interest. Taking one down to examine, he pointedly turned his back on the man I'd rather talk to shadow-san. At least she can use more then three words to engage a conversation. he thought, putting the nunchaku back carefully. He might not have any respect for the Kumo shinobi, or any really, but he respected the craftsmanship that went into creating perfect replicas of real weapons.
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[To be betrayed...it hurts] [To forgive and still love...that sweet agony will not leave me] [But I treasure that pain and wear it openly.]
The clone of Myurai smiled a bit as it made its way over to the rack of weapons and took one down. It was a short sword that he slowly twirled with his wrist. It turned to the man and said with an almost reverent tone," My family makes weapons like these both the wooden ones an the real ones. They intend to open a shop here. Its obvious that you favor weapons and by your build as well as your careful examination and handling of them you use them yourself. Myurai Hattori, Jounin." With an expressionless face he extended his hand to the man.
Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 6:02 pm
Igarashi Nobu Yutakata-Oshi
~Kumogakure | Chunin | Katei no Neko | Class: Tamer/Taijutsu | Chakra 295/295 | Stamina: 245/245~
Nodding to Myurai she stepped back a good few feet. Turning she looked at Renji who was looking at her. 'Ready for this?' Renji nodded waiting for it to happen. Focusing her chakra she touched Renji who in turn began to focus. at first nothing happened but he started to feel a difference.
[ Beast-Man Clone - 1/2]
Igarashi nodded giving Renji the ok. They both closed their eyes and instantly things started to change Renji soon was standing on his hind legs and was starting to change into a clone of Igarashi right there in front of Myurai and Kazurai. Turning to face the two of them Renji, as a clone of Igarashi and Igarashi herself posed all cutesy like. "We did it."
[I've fallen so far that to rise is inevitable.] [but to rise risks falling again and I don't know if I can]
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He wasn't going away, was he? Samuru closed his eyes and summoned the strength to deal with.....PEOPLE. Turning back to the stranger, he eyed the sword that was now being twirled with clear distrust "I do favor weapons, if one can favor an object used to take the life of another." he replied, his tone hiding any of the real annoyance he felt. What did this man want? This....Myurai Hattori. Running a hand down his neck and then back up to vigorously ruffle his hair "I use knives, tonfa, nunchaku and heavy swords thought I'm currently in need of replacements. Samuru Sanmiitai, also Jounin...and my family made weapons at one point as well." Not for a long time though. It was hard to keep making weapons when the head weapons maker was slaughtered in his own home, in front of his wife and children. Made it kind of awkward for all involved. Samuru still didn't want to engage this Myurai in conversation but it didn't look like he was going away "Is there something you want?" he asked, his tone going from bored to blunt in a matter of seconds.
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[To be betrayed...it hurts] [To forgive and still love...that sweet agony will not leave me] [But I treasure that pain and wear it openly.]
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