Sonyo stopped in her training, an idea popping up in her head. She put the books away and then jogged out of the Academy, she would need some protection first..
Sonyo walked in to the academy and got right back to work, she still had so much left to learn. She pulled out the scroll from her pocket and laid it down on the ground, searching over it's contents before beginning her training once more. She found a jutsu from her clan that she wanted to learn and began, making a small thing of ice. She concentrated on the ice, taking a deep breath before placing her hands on it. She imagined if the ice were actually molding clay, something she could change the shape of at will. She closed her eyes and imagined it, imagined making the ice underneath her fingertips in to a small figurine of a fish, with the wonderful and flowing fins. [ 1 / 2 ]
The female then began to channel chakra in to her hand and then in to the ice, imagining shaping the head of the figurine, then the body. Then the small details and tiny scales. It would be a small figurine, that's for sure, but she wanted it to be perfect. After a little while of concentrating like this, she opened her eyes and then moved her hand, looking at the ice her limb once covered. The figurine was there, in wonderful detail, its beautiful body a light blue and translucent, each of it's scales wonderfully embossed on the sleak body. Sonyo stood there for a moment in awe before melting the figure back down in to an ice block. [ 2 / 2; Hi Soujuu [ Ice Manipulation ] Learned! ]
Sonyo moved on to her next jutsu, picking up the ice she had just remelted in to a block.She focused calmly on the block of ice in her hand, imaging what she had done to it previously and trying to replicate what she had done. The formation was easy this time around and didn't require as much concentration as it had previously, and in no time Sonyo held three senbon in between in her fingers. She looked at them, then drew her hand across her chest, then drawing it quickly back, letting the ice needles fly. They buried themselves in to the wall and Sonyo smiled, feeling accomplished. [ 1 / 1; Higu no Jutsu [ Ice Tool Technique ] Learned! ]
The female shinobi stood, rolling her shoulders, before reading the next jutsu on her list. It had scrawled next to it 'Curious Technique'; Sonyo had heard of this before. It meant that it wasn't a clan jutsu but she could still learn it as if it were one... which was really really cool. She made a few hand seals, and slowly around her formed a thick cloud of frost, which was crisp and cold to the touch. She loved the feel of it, and moved her arms around it for a bit, then practiced moving around in it, making sure she could do so with relative ease. Once done, she dissipated the jutsu and moved on. [ 1 / 1; Shimogakure no Jutsu [ Hiding in Frost Technique ] Learned! ]
Sonyo then turned to the wall in front of her, in preperation for her next jutsu. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, concentrating. She then opened her eyes, and took in a deep breath and filled that breath with chakra. She could feel the power, the coldness in it, and could no longer hold it back. Bracing herself, the female let the breath back out, blowing it away from her and towards the wall. From her mouth were expelled a cluster of ice needles, burying themselves pretty far in to the thick wooden wall in front of her. Sonyo blinked in surprise a few times before walking over and manipulating the ice out of the wall. [ 1 / 1; Suiton: Rekkū Suigeki [ Water Release: Cold Sky Water Attack ] Learned! ]
Sonyo then wanted to try something a little bit different, she wanted to make herself different from the other Hyouton users, she wanted to make her own mark. She thought for a second, sitting down. There had to be something that she could do in order to make her ice release special, but what? She picked up the scroll in front of her and read through it, through the basics of how her clan made their jutsu, how they were able to create ice at of seemingly thing air. She studied more in depth the relation between the water and wind elements that ran freely through her, and how they combined in order to create her jutsu. Her eyes widened as she got an idea, and she rushed off to the library. [ 1 / 3 ]
The kunoichi frantically searched through the book cases in the library, looking for the idea she had firmly burnt in to her mind. And then she found it, sitting in the science section, 'Frozen Carbon Dioxide: Dry Ice Facts, experiments, and safety procedures'. Sonyo ran back to her scroll with her book and quickly began reading about this ice made from air. She learned many interesting things in that book, like how gas can be turned in to a liquid and then frozen, and how dangerous ice that cold actually was. A mischievous glimmer appeared in the young girl's eyes as she learned about this wondrous material, and many ideas popped inside her head. [ 2 / 3 ]
Sonyo's brilliant idea was to cast a jutsu to allow her a little pool of this "dry ice". She would put in a certain amount of chakra and get a chakra pool equal to that amount to turn her ice in to frozen air. She sat down and concentrated, gathering her chakra. She made a few hand seals and then tried to make some ice, however when she made it, it was just normal ice. Sonyo frowned and tried again, trying her best to chill the air. She tried once more in order to make ice and was successful in making almost snow out of the dry ice. The female sat back and closed her eyed, concentrating once more. She sat like that for a bit more, trying to chill the air once more. This time, when she took her turn to create ice, it was the dry ice she was looking for. The female jumped up and down happily, giggling. She had done it! [ 3 / 3; Doraihyouton [ Dry Ice Release ] Learned! ]
Sonyo sat and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and clearing her head. When she let the breath back out, she let out all of her emotions and all of her stress, all of the fear from earlier. She let all of the emotions, and thoughts, in her body leave with the exhale of breath. She then focused on moving her chakra about, letting it flow out, then ebb back in. She forgot the feeling of the wind on her skin, and the feeling of the cold floor underneath her... she forgot about all the mortal worries and troubles she went through, and all of the pain and suffering. Sonyo make sure her breaths were slow, but deep and strong, sitting straight up. She sat like this for a few moments before opening her eyes once again. slowly letting back in everything she had let out. She then stood, and exited, heading for the Citadel. [ 1 / 1; Basic Training: Meditate complete ( Using 4 of the posts from the Santa event ) ]
Liz came into the academy and moved into a hidden portion of the shelving. She was looking for a very select few scrolls that she would want for the future. She picked up the Thunderous Applause scroll as well as the Static Connection technique, Kirin, and finally Descent of Shina. That was about all she had time to acquire before the staff got a little anxious about her being out of sight. She took those scrolls and placed them in her fuin-enhanced backpack; shrinking them to fit and then pulled out a single scroll on fuinjutsu theory to read while she waited for a specific someone to show up.
Sonyo walked in, looking around, one hand gripping her opposite arm. She was nervous.. okay nervous was maybe an understatement. She knew which village she was heading to, but she didn't know the consequences that village would undergo for harboring a Otogakure runaway... or if they even would. For all intensive purposes, anyone would probably see her as an enemy.. she wasn't even sure if the village's kage would take her in.. Sonyo strolled through the isles of the academy, looking for one person; Elizabeth.
P a s s i v e s : : > All Hyōton users are capable of performing techniques with a single hand > Hyōton ice is very difficult to melt > Hyouton techniques paired up with those from the Shinsetsu Clan are treated as 2 ranks higher in ability--rather than 1--for collaboration efforts > Hi Soujuu [ Ice Manipulation ]: This control allows the Hyouton user to meld dormant ice as though it were clay. Not only can it take any form the user desires, but it can also be levitated or shifted around as if it were water. It should be noted that one can only manipulate ice they themselves have made, and it must be done while holding a single handsign. Additionally, ice that is freely manipulated is not very solid, and can be broken or melted as if it were natural ice- making it a poor choice for attacking with
O t h e r s : : > Thoroughbred: Your maximum chakra pool and maximum stamina pool are both increased by {10} points, and you receive an additional {05} points to each pool whenever you rank up. Additionally, when you perform bloodline techniques above Rank D, you are refunded {05} chakra or {05} stamina, depending on which energy was used. ( If chakra was used, you recover chakra; if stamina was used, you recover stamina; if both were used, you recover both. ) > Efficiency Expert: For every rank the user increases, they can choose 1 medical technique and perform it at half the cost, to a minimum of 5 chakra. Gennin can only choose techniques D rank and lower, Chuunin C rank and lower, Jounin B rank and lower, and Konin is A rank and lower. You may only at one time, only have 1 half cost technique per rank. To clarify, you may only have 1 D, 1 C, 1 B, 1 A. >
Elizabeth caught site of the girl she was waiting for. She put on her best face that she could and walked up to her, linking arms with her and steering her out the back door. "Ready for that mission? Dont look so glum, we're just working on some flooding. No hostiles should be there." She said and gave her an urgent look. Looking like one was beaten wouldnt do. Then again she was a chakra adept which would show that she could have in fact been beaten. "Come on, lets go.." She said as they walked out the door.
P a s s i v e s : : > All Hyōton users are capable of performing techniques with a single hand > Hyōton ice is very difficult to melt > Hyouton techniques paired up with those from the Shinsetsu Clan are treated as 2 ranks higher in ability--rather than 1--for collaboration efforts > Hi Soujuu [ Ice Manipulation ]: This control allows the Hyouton user to meld dormant ice as though it were clay. Not only can it take any form the user desires, but it can also be levitated or shifted around as if it were water. It should be noted that one can only manipulate ice they themselves have made, and it must be done while holding a single handsign. Additionally, ice that is freely manipulated is not very solid, and can be broken or melted as if it were natural ice- making it a poor choice for attacking with
O t h e r s : : > Thoroughbred: Your maximum chakra pool and maximum stamina pool are both increased by {10} points, and you receive an additional {05} points to each pool whenever you rank up. Additionally, when you perform bloodline techniques above Rank D, you are refunded {05} chakra or {05} stamina, depending on which energy was used. ( If chakra was used, you recover chakra; if stamina was used, you recover stamina; if both were used, you recover both. ) > Efficiency Expert: For every rank the user increases, they can choose 1 medical technique and perform it at half the cost, to a minimum of 5 chakra. Gennin can only choose techniques D rank and lower, Chuunin C rank and lower, Jounin B rank and lower, and Konin is A rank and lower. You may only at one time, only have 1 half cost technique per rank. To clarify, you may only have 1 D, 1 C, 1 B, 1 A. >
J u t s u x L e a r n e d / U s e d >
Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2015 1:01 pm
xx||♫||→ Ydarihan Malakzdar → ||♫||xxxx xxRank :: Genin // Village :: Otogakure no Satoxxxx
Chakra Pool :: 0,255||0,255______AC :: 00,000 Stamina Pool :: 0,245||0,245______Ryo :: 0,000
-----The air seemed to crackle over the collection of structures that made up the Academy proper, the history of the place, the jutsu cast and the emotions that came with them, leaving a palpable residue upon the world. Here each step brought Ydar closer to the maelstrom of emotions that the spirit within him sought to touch. The pain and misfortune mingled with the cheer and triumph in a rather odd, unusual way. It sent a tingling down his spine as he entered the first building, the location in which training scrolls of the beginning level were held. Tubs and drawers lined walls, stickers proclaiming their payload within, and it was to these that Ydar moved. A sign above one section proclaimed it the center for Bukijutsu and Taijutsu learning, and below that? A section for specialty styles, the ones more often used by the members of this village and the United Hidden Village army. And it was there, of course, that he found the style he was after, among others. Taking in hand the beginning scrolls for Jing Shen Jie Fang and Basai Bagua, Ydar moved towards the first room where the first steps of a struggling new shinobi would begin. There, he placed upon the ground both scrolls and stared ahead, considering what to do. Moving to a wall covered in practice weaponry, the boy looked through them all, testing their edges in obviously wrong ways, focusing on spots that made no sense, before settling on two thin, short blades that he knew not the name of. Testing one in each hand, he considered how to begin.
----- The worst part about this was the knowledge that any training done here was watched by hidden shinobi and trained members of the United Hidden Villages. Anyone new, anyway, and anyone who might well become a threat. Of course, none of that defined the persona that anyone in the village would think of upon seeing him, but that just meant he was forced to hide what he could do, to take longer to train than others. Moving faster would simply bring attention he simply did not want. Taking a slow, deep breath, the ordinary looking boy turned to the center of the room and moved forward, the twin blades hanging at his side in tight grips, as he considered how to best approach the situation.
xx||♫||→ Ydarihan Malakzdar → ||♫||xxxx xxRank :: Genin // Village :: Otogakure no Satoxxxx
Chakra Pool :: 0,255||0,255______AC :: 00,000 Stamina Pool :: 0,245||0,245______Ryo :: 0,000
-----The answer, oddly enough, seemed to finally come in the deciding to actually start training, considering that he had failed to so much as move in the last day or so whilst considering. Training was simple, yes, but the beginning of it? That was the challenge, just as it had been trying to get him into the Justicar training back at home. Here? Something told him that he would need to train hard, and that required a determination that he clearly had yet to earn. Unfortunately, that meant he had to try first.
-----Taking a deep breath, Ydar took his two blades in hand, though after a moment he returned one to the hook it came from. This particular stance required fluid movement, a touch of the ethereal in his movements that no amount of swords would bestow. No, instead he stood still, knees slightly bent, the blade raised to where that b*****d's throat would have been had he been here. Unconsciously, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes focusing upon the distance, as he considered his next moments carefully. [Weak Position Stance ::: E - ranked ::: {1/1} → Complete
-----The blade came down to his hip as his vision remained not present. Instead his memories came back to a time in which the world was simpler, the people he lived with trustworthy and predictable. Orderly, and yet chaotic in little ways. As his legs bent and the blade tip raised to the level of an enemy forehead he remembered his pain, his passion, his... [Strong Position Stance ::: E - ranked ::: {1/1} → Complete
-----The memory came fresh, came tight and came strong, as he spun and slammed the flat of his blade forward. But no, not enough, never enough for what he needed. Spinning he flowed, his feet twitching, placed with chaos and order together. [Crashing Wave ::: E - ranked ::: {1/1} → Complete
-----The steps were as one, as if everything was a plan, everything a map laid out before him. Each step another note in a song, another piece to the puzzle of his life. The steps flowed as he did, his movements and footwork an extension of himself as he embodied what he felt was right. [Smooth As Water ::: E - ranked ::: {1/1} → Complete
-----Twisting, turning, he fumbled and swerved like a drunken fish. Twisting and turning, he brought his blade upwards in a slash, a movement that was wobbly and unsteady at once. The second slash came from the opposite side, but this one? This one hit a sconce on the wall, steel on steel reverberating within the closed off room. [Twin Fang ::: D - ranked ::: {1/1} → Complete
-----Rotating he swung, his horizontal slash whistling through the air in the first harmonizing notes of a song. Dropping to his knees as he slid forward he leaned to the right, sending his slide into a spin. As he came around Ydar drew the tip of his blade across the stone flooring, the scratch somehow blending with the harmony his attacks so far had made. ["S" - Cut ::: D - ranked ::: {1/1} → Complete
-----Striding forward, leaping up from his knees he felt the wind carress his flesh, sliding across the sweat forming upon his skin in a delicious touch of reality. Life and memory flowed through him as he came crashing down, smacking the flat edge of his blade against the stone, sending off a resonating cry just moments before he spun and smacked another sconce at a different angle, continuing his melodic dance. [Descending Crash ::: D - ranked ::: {1/1} → Complete
-----The resonation of the attacks lingered as Ydarihan slowed to a stop, his breath coming slow but deep, his body shivering from the fluidity of the movements he had unleashed. Memories ceased, the walls came up, and suddenly he wavered and his legs nearly turned to jelly. Taking a deep breath he brought his blade up once more, defensive, but it was slow and sloppy. The blade wavered in his hands as his eyes widened, but that did not stop him. [Fluid Transition::: C - ranked ::: {1/2} → Incomplete
-----Dragging the blade to the side his arm slashed backward, bringing the blade across the midsection of whomever dared by in his way. But the blade flew from his hands, smashing into a wall nearby and sending out another echo of steel on steel. Sighing theatrically, leaning forward to place his hands on his knees, he swore in a foreign language before moving to retrieve it. [Fluid Transition ::: C - ranked ::: {2/2} → Complete
-----Taking the blade in hand, still swearing in a few other languages of choice, Ydar cast about with his eyes to see just how much room he had. Otherwise, his next learned technique was going to hurt. Thankfully this room was anything but compact, and would allow him to extend his arms as much as he needed. [Flowing Circle::: C - ranked ::: {1/2} → Incomplete
-----Stepping to the center of the room, Ydar extended his sword arm behind him, turning so his feet were angled to allow him the greatest reach. Taking a deep breath, balancing himself upon the balls of his feet, he spun with the blade, three hundred and sixty degrees of pain. Yet just as he was about to finish his ankle twisted, and to avoid the breaking of his ankle he instead slipped and fell, landing with another clatter and his head striking the stone harshly. Crying out, he groaned and fought to stand, his vision swimming. "Damned it all, that hurt!" [Flowing Circle ::: C - ranked ::: {2/2} → Complete
-----The next training method was more footwork than anything, and this made him uncomfortable. To keep up his facade would require he continue falling, continue allowing himself to be the fool, and that hurt, in a way. Still, it was a necessity he couldn't ignore. Sighing heavily and standing once more, the blade sang as he brought it up into the weak stance. [Circle Walking ::: C - ranked ::: {1/2} → Incomplete
-----From there his feet began to move like a dance, and he threw himself into the memories of his past, the balls and revelry allowed only so often among feast days. Those days were the most beautiful to him, the most welcome. It brought smiles and comfort in times of need, and so they did while he danced. Yet while his footwork was normally superb he carefully stepped out of place, threatening his balance at every turn. Eyes widening, breath heavy, he finally stumbled to a stop and cursed wildly as if in a rage. Yet inside he grinned and cherished the moment, loving what he was learning.[Circle Walking ::: C - ranked ::: {2/2} → Complete
-----This final learning would finish off his third tier of Bagua Basai. Normally, he would have waited till later to finish it but he felt that soon it would be required, though where that assumption came from could not be expressed. Taking a deep breath he held his blade aloft, the Strong Stance bringing his blade to the forehead of an imagined opponent. [Incoming Tide ::: C - ranked ::: {1/2} → Incomplete
-----Inhaling slowly to a count of seven, holding for seven, releasing over seven, and finally holding without breath for seven. This was a ritual he had learned long ago to help with his chakra control, and he used it now. Chakra flowed from his soul into the blade, and he felt a resonance within himself he could not explain. The blade began to distort as tidal forces surged around the blade, as the chakra manifested itself in a beautiful display of chakra control and shaping. The breath came explosively as he swung upwards, bringing the blade up to slash, only to, secretly, release the blade and scream. Ducking down as the blade's own forces spun it over him in a wave, he cowered and waited for it to stop and plunge downwards, skewering the ground in front of his face. [Incoming Tide ::: C - ranked ::: {2/2} → Complete
-----Eyes wide, Ydar stood and screamed in rage, hating that he could not get this right! And yet inside he cherished his training, filed it away for another time, knowing that while he appeared to be giving up learning the technique he had, in fact, already learned it. The tidal forces had told him his chakra was in control, was what he needed, and that was all he sought at the moment. Cursing wildly once more he took the blade in hand and hauled, pulling it from the ground. What now? What was next for him.?
♪ Her golden eyes spun with boredom as she walked the streets of Otogakure, the damp air causing her thick gray sweeter to hand on her shoulders. Her smile however was unwavering despite these minor annoyances as she still felt to need to keep up the mask. Before long she would arrive at the multitude of buildings comprising the Otogakure academy, the familiar sight of the main building where she spent her younger years learning. Making her way up the rickety wooden steps she pushed open the door, greeted by the terrible smell of confined sweat. 'Great, I see they haven't sprung for some flowers to at least eat away at some of the stench.' She thought to herself, making her way past the from desk and into a room littered with scrolls over-pouring from their shelves. The first thing she did was search for Mugen clan scrolls, having only seen them while she was a student and being forbidden from looking at them during that time was maddening. Tucked a way in the corner was a small shelve barely as tall has her, showing just how small the knowledge on her blood was. With a sigh she began gathering up a few scrolls that piqued her interest before moving on and gathering a scroll detailing a Bukijutsu style, some Fuuton techniques, and a couple Raiton.
She made her way outside of the main building, a nice mostly empty room with only a white haired man training by himself. 'Oh my such lovely shades of blue. I bet he bleeds nicely.' She thought to herself, eyes spinning with interest as he swung his weapons. She placed her gathered scrolls in a corner opposite to him. She began rolling out all of her Mugen scrolls, one by one besides the next. Her golden eyes darted back to the first as she began to read its hidden secrets, how to preform the first technique of the Mugen bloodline. 'Shouten Shiten... The ability to link ones eyes to a distant object... allowing for an eagle eye view, ability to view around corners, and the ability to scout out distant points for ambushes.' She surmised to herself, plucking a single kunai from her equipment pouch. [1/2]
She wrapped her hands around the small metal blade, her chakra over flowing from her fingers as she spun on her heels and threw the metal tool past the white haired lad, lading it just behind him. As she closed her eyes new light began flowing from beneath her lids, the very picture of the boys back and herself not far away. "Oh my, what a useful ability. Aha~ young man your shirt is a little high on your back. You may want to pull it down, don't want to catch a cold." She mentioned to the shinobi across the room, her eyes fluttering open as she turned back to her scrolls. To an sensory shinobi they would easily notice the lingering chakra hanging in the room, like a thread connecting her chakra to the kunai. [2/2][Shouten Shiten (Focus Point) Rank D, Get! -1 post for class, - 1 post for academy. -10 Chakra.]
Her heart was racing as she knelt down to the second scroll, the focal point was almost addicting in nature. Struggling to keep herself from returning to its view she was forced to cut the jutsu off early, a sense of weight being lifted from her head as her eyes focused on the second technique. She let out a silent sigh, agitated breathing returning to normal. 'Oh dear, thats quite alluring almost like being freed from this earthly body. Might need to play around with that some more... later. For now, I should continue with my training,' She thought to herself, placing her hand on the second scroll, 'Torakkingu Mokushi... the ability to track the path of a living creature. Can only be used to follow someone at a maximum of half a day behind, as the ambient chakra will overpower the personal chakra any later... A sample of the targets chakra must have been seen before hand to work. Due to the straining effect on the Kinmukugan it is recommended that one only track a single creature at a time, any more and damage may start to occur.' She nodded along with her reading, standing back up straight. [1/2]
Her gaze once more returned to the silver haired boy across the room, her golden eye's Ouroboros spinning with excitement as she began locking onto his distinct shades of blue. As her chakra began flowing towards her eyes the green aura in the room began being cut with distinct shapes of the boy moving as if her was training but the imprints left in among the green were un-moving. 'Well well, I admit I didn't expect this technique to be so heavy... its like the air around my head is experiencing increased gravity.' She thought to herself, her eyes halting in their movement as chakra began rushing back though the rest of her body. "Ohhh!~ I completley forgot to introduce myself, and here I am using you as practice material. Deborah Mugen at your service." She mentioned, knees bending to curtsy as she spread the bottom of her sweater like a dress. Her eyes locking with his as they danced with excitement. [2/2][Torakkingu Mokushi (Tracking Sight) Rank D, Get! -1 post for class, -1 for academy. -10 Chakra]
[ooc: Shittt took me long enough.] Chakra Pool:: [270 //330] Stamina Pool:: [170 //170]
Quote; “It's the questions we can't answer that teach us the most. They teach us how to think. If you give a man an answer, all he gains is a little fact. But give him a question and he'll look for his own answers.” - Patrick Rothfuss Deborah's Theme; Its Getting Boring by the Sea :: Blood Red Shoes
xx||♫||→ Ydarihan Malakzdar → ||♫||xxxx xxRank :: Genin // Village :: Otogakure no Satoxxxx
Chakra Pool :: 0,255||0,255______AC :: 00,000 Stamina Pool :: 0,245||0,245______Ryo :: 0,000
-----[F]ind himself standing with eyes closed, his expression relaxed and calm despite the drying beads of sweat and the tang of salt in the air, Ydar missed the first words and the kunai that landed nearby. In fact, the lack of movement might well have been what caused the girl's fascination, for simply put a standing target meant either fear or nonchalance. In this case it was the latter, but would appear the former as her words finally reached his senses. Instantly he screeched and leaped a foot into the air, rotating in place before coming down, tripping on the Kunai, and landing face first upon the ground. Groaning, the odd, silver haired boy placed a hand to his face and pushed himself back into a sitting position. Whilst he rubbed the stinging sensation from his face he opened his platinum eyes and stared at the new girl who had approached him. Within, something stirred, a feeling of ill intent and disgust, and instantly his mind was on the defense. Her eyes were...different, something strange about them, though what...the bashful smile that came to his lips was ready and supposedly sincere, and he raised a hand in greeting as the other moved to rub the back of his head in embarassment. "I'm sorry! I was deep in thought and didn't hear you enter."
-----While it was partly true that wasn't all of it. No, his thoughts had been on the silence of the village lately. Soldiers were not about as they normally would be, training and preparing for war. Instead the grounds echoed with their words alone, their presence all he could feel within this place. No activity, no excitement, just a cold bite from the abyss. But this he never let touch him, oh no. He kept these thoughts and perceptions close to heart. Struggling to stand and yanking the kunai out as he did so, slighting it up into his sleeve in a fluid motion hidden by the large amount of fabric he wore. Dusting off the steel breastplate the genin cast his eyes about the room absently as he responded to her. "Greetings, Deborah Mugen. I am Ydarihan Malakzdar." Looking back to her as he finished, he brought a fist up to his heart and bowed from the waist, though his eyes never left her's. Standing back up he gestured around at the room, at the lines of scrolls still scattered about. "What brings you to the Bukijutsu section, if I may ask?" His words were kind, and formal, but held an air of unfamiliarity, as if the language was not one that came to him from his upbringing. In fact, some of the words he would pronounce a letter off, but not so much that it changed the meaning, just enough to show he was still new to the language. Reaching up with another free hand while the other rested upon the hilt of his two blades, Ydar scratched the side of his head with that same clueless smile upon his lips as he awaited her answer.
♪ She watched Ydarihan's clumsy surprise with great amusement, her eyes dancing with curiosity as he apologized for not noticing her. A brow raised as the boy bowed to her, 'Ah, this one is very formal. A happy surprise to find someone with manners,' She thought, chewing on her bottom lip out of habit. He asked a question of his own, wondering about why she would be in the Bukijutsu section of the academy however the way he asked is what grabbed at her curiosity his words had an odd sound to them. It was true she didn't look like she would belong there, her body almost pitifully frail in appearance. "Ah but what else why else would someone be here, to practice Bukijutsu." She said softly, her golden eyes dancing. With a flick of her wrist the faint sound of buttons latching could be heard, following the sound would reveal a small blade falling from her sweater sleeve. She gripped the small scalpel with her hand gingerly, spinning it betwixt her fingers like it was a simple toy.
"After all what good would a medic be if she couldn't fend off those pesky apes that look to harm my... patients." Her voice had a slight change in tone when she struggled to find the appropriate word to describe someone in her charge. With a tiny shrug from her shoulders she turned her attention from the silver haired Ydarihan onto her scalpel. She halted her lazily spin of the small tool and began holding it tight in her hand mimicking a dagger. Her eyes stopped their curious happiness and hardened. She began slowly, simply slicing into the air to the right. Then she began slicing to the left, accustoming her hand to the minor weigh added. Her eyes began to lighten once more, their amusement starting to grow as started to see the point in having a weapon handy. [1/1][Offensive Style: Knife Stances, Rank E GET! -1 post for E rank in academy. -5 Stamina. Technique becomes passive.]
As she began switching direction, to left and right instead, her hand began moving quicker through the air. She nodded slightly as she spun the weapon between her fingers and changed up the directions once more slicing upwards quickly. Her eyes traced the direction for her hands to follow through the air, her path now changing direction once her reach had been met. Soon she was moving across her side of the room, spinning as she danced with the tiny blade. Her hand rapidly getting used to the feeling of holding a weapon, it was no longer a tool that she held. No longer was it for cutting open a body to heal a wound, a tool for medicine reduced to a such a state. The corner's of her mouth twitched ever so slightly as they lifted higher into her cheeks. She held her fingers up to her lips and feigned embarrassment. "Oh dear, look at me swinging around this blade. How irresponsible of me, someone could get hurt." She said softly, her smile returning to normal as her fingers halted in place to hold her scalpel still. [1/1][Offensive Style: Simple Play, Rank E GET! -1 post for E rank in academy. -5 Stamina. Technique becomes passive.] Chakra Pool:: [270 //330] Stamina Pool:: [160 //170]
Quote; “It's the questions we can't answer that teach us the most. They teach us how to think. If you give a man an answer, all he gains is a little fact. But give him a question and he'll look for his own answers.” - Patrick Rothfuss Deborah's Theme; Its Getting Boring by the Sea :: Blood Red Shoes
xx||♫||→ Ydarihan Malakzdar → ||♫||xxxx xxRank :: Genin // Village :: Otogakure no Satoxxxx
Chakra Pool :: 0,255||0,255______AC :: 00,000 Stamina Pool :: 0,245||0,245______Ryo :: 0,000
-----[N]ot to say that Ydar was a sexist, but seeing a woman wielding a tiny weapon as if it were meant for the arts of war was a shock. Women were just as likely to take up the path of Justice as a man, but always it was with similar tools and weapons, similar styles, so that all could share knowledge. It was difficult to imagine such a tiny thing being able to fend off his blades, or the single blade of a samurai. Still, he shouldn't doubt such things, as this side of the world held many different customs and methods of combat than he knew. So when she began her training, Ydar took the two practice blades he carried back to their sockets in the wall, his expression hidden for the moment from the girl behind him. Something...felt off about her. Something he couldn't quite place his finger on, but he was not going to let that stop him from communicating with what seemed the only other living, breathing person within the village. Even if the connotation behind the word 'patients' had seemed to be anything but good. Once the blades were firmly secured, the young boy turned to face the medic as she completed her first learning, his expression and stance intense.
-----Then the second learning began, and her movements turned from simple hacking and swinging to a dance. Feet twitched and hands cramped as his desire from earlier came back, to complete the Dance of Blades he knew too well. Self control was all the kept him rooted as he watched, his expression turning to awe, hoping to give the impression that he was amazed at the movements. Amazed, he was not, though he was impressed slightly due to her fancy footwork and the flow of her weapon, as if an extension of her hand. When she finished, he could feel the facade of the embarrassment as if a sore opened up within his stomach, but he let it go. In time of necessity truths could be suppressed, if only to serve the greater good. Clapping wildly, shouting "woo!" until he felt it appropriate to stop such antics. Even then, he continued the smile and opened his mouth to speak. "Nice work! I've not seen that style before. Mind if I ask what it is?"
♪ She did a tiny curtsy with her sweatshirt, knees bend ever so slightly once again. "My my, what a spirited lad. Lets see, what was its name..." She began, nibbling on her lip, "AH! It was S...Sobagai...! Sobagai Deba Sentou, normally it should be preformed with a proper dagger but I don't much like how heavy they are." Her golden eyes danced with amusement as she tapped the small blade in the air like a baton conducting a silent orchestra. Her eyes stayed locked onto the boys face, the elegant shades of blue making up his frame were tantalizing. 'Oh how I would love to peel away that skin, I wonder what makes him tick...' She thought to herself, closing her eyes and halting her movements, 'Ah, but first I must finish my work.' As her eyes fluttered back open she started pretending someone was charging towards her. As her imaginary target closed in a subtle bend her her core formed. In response her left leg bend at the knee lowering her body sideways as she dug her right heel into the floor. Her pretend foe now directly in front of her, weapon lowering. She spun her scalpel in her left hand, twisting at the her core she raised her left side to increase the momentum behind her left hand. Even with the smallest of weapon, when enough force is applied, can parry a sloppy swordsman. Her eyes danced as her smile slipped and grew again, her left hand slicing in an almost "z" like motion at the air. [1/1][ Countering Technique: Upward Repel, Rank E simple GET! -1 post for E rank in academy. -5 Stamina ]
She exhaled a small breath, straightening her body upwards as she spun her scalpel to a halt... holding it like a surgeon. "Ah, I think I made the right choice for my type of weapon wouldn't you say so? I always find the smaller the prey the more over-confident a hunter can be." She said softly, holding her right hand over her heart as she spoke eyes locked on to Ydar's once again. Almost like they were trying to peer into his very soul as she spoke, the black Ouroboros almost seeming to move with each word. As she finished her fingers began dancing with her small tool, spinning it until it was backwards in her hands. The blunt side of her scalpel aimed forward as her chakra raced to her palm, tightening her tendons into place as she lifted her hand up and slammed it in place. But nothing happened, her arm was too tense and as such was unable to transfer the momentum instead halt the force into her wrist. 'Whoopsy, that hurts a little...' She thought to herself, rubbing her wrist lightly. [1/2]
"Alright, take two it is." She said with confident, her eyes closing until they were just slits. She took a small breath, taking a step backwards before cracking her knuckles. She bit down on her lower lip, her tooth digging into the flesh as she spun the scalpel back into place. She brought her imaginary foe back to life, picturing his approach as more conscious this time. His weapon low as he tried to mimic her previous action, taking a step forward she bent low. Her chakra surged around her hand, once more locking her tendons and tensing her muscles. She bent her thumb backwards up the small tools shaft, resting it flat against the blade as she lifted her hand upwards. In a quick bashing motion her hand came to a halt the air in front of her rushed forward, the force behind her jab carrying a few inches forward. Her pretend plaything's nose crushed as she willed it out of existence. "Yes this style suits me just fine. It'll be enough to make people think twice about trying to harm my... patients." [2/2][ Offensive Technique: Assisted Jab, Rank E complex GET! -1 post for E rank in academy. -5 Stamina and -5 Chakra ] [ Sobagai Deba Sentou, Stage 1 complete. ]
[ooc: EDIT! Whoops forgot complex techniques take longer than simple, sorry for any double quoting. ] Chakra Pool:: [265 //330] Stamina Pool:: [150 //170]
Quote; “It's the questions we can't answer that teach us the most. They teach us how to think. If you give a man an answer, all he gains is a little fact. But give him a question and he'll look for his own answers.” - Patrick Rothfuss Deborah's Theme; Its Getting Boring by the Sea :: Blood Red Shoes
xx||♫||→ Ydarihan Malakzdar → ||♫||xxxx xxRank :: Genin // Village :: Otogakure no Satoxxxx
Chakra Pool :: 0,255||0,255______AC :: 00,000 Stamina Pool :: 0,245||0,245______Ryo :: 0,000
-----[A]gain, that odd inflection on the word 'patients', as if those under her care were more than just the simple patient // doctor relationship. Something within him cringed at the word, fought against it not unlike a binding he failed to detect. What was it about this girl that brought such revulsion to his spirit? Unfortunately for him, the scales of Justice only guided in times of action and on the case of the physical, not the ephemeral, however much he desired the alternate at times. Perhaps through action he would find the answers he sought, though to do so would require an equal amount of action on the girl's part. Perhaps a spar, then? On the external, his expression was vapid, entranced by her movements, before finally moving with haste to the wall where his practice blades had been replaced. Snatching them from their holds, their dull blades a death knell to those whom he would face in the future, Ydar moved closer to the girl with the blades proffered, his hands and wrists quivering ever so slightly, giving, hopefully, the impression that he was without training or merit. Eyes widened, their platinum depths begging for action and justification, matched the eagerness within his expression. "Will you do me the honor of sparring with me, my lady? Swinging dull blades at still mannequins only does so much in the realm of training, and I believe we may both benefit from the experience."
-----Black and purple robes settled around him as he knelt, bringing the blades and his arms out and across, folding the weapons until their blades rested upon either elbow. Bowing his head, he awaited her response in the stance of supplication, the only way he knew of to ask for such a thing. For a moment he wondered, allowing his mind to consider whether or not the breastplate upon his chest bore the angel or the gargoyle over his heart. Had he broke stance and looked, however, Ydar would have seen the angel, and smiled.
