xxxxZayr the Iron Monk xxxx
Alzayr wasn't too out of focus at this point. A few throbbing wounds here and there from his training binge. His seemed to fade in and out of the "zone" as he passed from technique to technique. The strange older woman, and Sihvat the monk, were having a conversation, and it seemed that Zay had missed a good chunk of it. Overall, Sihvat was questing out the scroll of their kin, a practice in the states of being. It was probably something wise to do, but the sword's calling seemed to call so much more thoroughly. Again, the scroll was his target, as he searched through the listings. The extension. A skill which would undoubtedly be useful.
In this case, it would require the monk to keep a distance away from the poor paneling, which was his victim. There seemed a number of marks, and it was the only way to know whether or not it was performed properly. Read to be just a few inches of cutting distance, it was still far more impressive than the standard range. The monk had very little to worry about when it came to this. Simply point, and swing. Already, Alzayr tensed, swinging for the first time. Absolutely nothing but swing. Not even the faintest inkling.
[1/6]
The process definitely screamed repetative, however most of the nerves in the monk's body screamed joyously in relief. HIs side throbbed. His face pulsed. In short, it was fairly agonizing. Yet that tranquility called for his focus, the blade swinging fiercely once more. A spike of hope, as the blade whistled throughout the air, yet there was not a single indication of an actual cut.
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The force he was putting behind the swing seemed phenomenal, when he thought of the actual swing. The force would have to have been immense, to cause the actual cutting with air. However, he knew it to be possible, and already, his form settled in. The weapon flew through the air once more, and again, the technique ended up with nil. He was going to have a hell of a time here.
[3/6]
Was he too tense? Perhaps with the focus on strength behind the technique that should have been, perhaps he was missing something? Moments passed in contemplation, as the red head decided one final chance. Tensing once again, the young man grasped his hands about Shin'en, and the blade whistled once more, with no indication to any avail.
[4/6]
After the final task, it was determined. Strength alone wasn't enough to provide the technique it's finesse to get it done. Allotting it properly was the wiser decision, regrettably. His tactics were about to be reworked, as his muscles relaxed a moment, and in a flash, the blade darted out like a wiley serpent's tongue, snatching throughout the air. The sudden change seemed to work so much more easily, it almost seemed as if he had performed it more properly.
[5/6]
At long last, Zay was beginning to comprehend the idea behind the technique. Force was necessary, yes, however one needed tact quite a bit more. The blade was slipped back into the ready position, loosening up a moment, before he swung, as if the blade were meant for use with two hands. The process altered though, the monk attempting to push a little more with the second hand, and lo and behold, the blade touched no paneling, and yet... There was the mark of a cut.
[6/6]
[Shunkan no Hagane: Extension Learned]
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At this point, Alzayr was really having some troubles. He felt guilt ridden, glancing about. He'd probably done more damage today, than others had done in their process of practicing their entire shinobi careers. Nonetheless, it was necessary. To become truly proficient, he had to vandalize the premises somehow once more. Biting his lip, the monk began to set up a line of sorts, the length of the room's width. Lacing it through a kunai, he tensed a moment.
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"My apologies to the master of this dojo, I will return to replace the panels later," the monk announced, as the first kunai bit into the wood. Once he was certain the blade was firmly within, he moved once more, toward the opposite end, repeating the entire process anew. Once certain the wire was taut, Zay nodded once in approval.
[2/6]
At this point in time, the young man knew what this would consist of. A walk upon the wire, as if it were merely a stroll. Most others would consume chakra to do so without worry, and it was a reasonable argument considering the practice one usually took to learn to do something like this. Already though, he rose, placing one foot upon the wire, yet already he could feel his balance betray him, as the second foot rose to find its way beside its sibling. Leaning back, the foot planted back upon the ground.
[3/6]
His balance had definitely improved since beginning his actions with the high speed, and certainly flashy, techniques of Shunkan no Hagane. His foot rose, settling itself beside the other upon the wire awkwardly. Alzayr had little idea as to how to patch this idea up, and yet he walked forward. He'd kept the wire low enough, to where it'd only be a tumble if he were to fall to either the left or the right.
[4/6]
Alzayr wasn't too positive in his movements, slowly stepping forward, his arms out as if the two were wings. Shin'en was a problem in the system, but figuring out how to work it into the system was the best way to work things out well. It seemed awkward with every step he performed, and yet it was getting progressively more smooth.
[5/6]
At long last, Alzayr was growing confident. His arms seemed less like wings to rely on for his balance upon the wire, and instead, it was an easy move, as they lowered more and more, until they finally settled upon his sides. The walk seemed nearly casual, as the man moved from one end to the other periodically. Sure in his balance, the red head wasn't going to attempt to fight just yet.
[6/6]
[Shunkan no Hagane: Thread Walking One Learned]
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Reading the last step for this particular slough of techniques, Zay sighed a bit. Footing. How was one to achieve this whilst he practiced alone. Perhaps he could have inquired Sihvat's or the lady Utami nearby. Either would have been useful, and yet he thought otherwise. A hoard of students, and he had to grin a little.
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"Hey! You four," the monk called after some passing children. The eldest was probably no more than seven, but that just made it all the more cumbersone. "My name's Zay, right? How 'bout this... You four just jostle and push me around, and I'll buy y'all some chocolate?" An offer which seemed most enchanting to the kids, the thoughts of sugar overpowering them. Already, the monk was being shoved about.
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It was taking all of the monk's efforts to keep upon his feet, and not fall upon one of the children. It was an oddity, the zeal which the kids put forth. Was this what he had been like? Was this what he was like? So many thoughts, yet the mind seemed to focus mostly on the idea of not crushing them beneath his body as the world shook about him.
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While he looked up at the ceiling, the movement seemed to simply cease to him. It was hard to tell what was going on, when suddenly his eyes glazed over in sudden pain. The children seemed to have taken the training measures in a completely different direction, as more of a wager as to whether or not he would go down and buy them chocolate. The agony was excrutiating, as he buckled, dropping to his knees in a gasp. He wasn't quite sure where to go from here, but the children seemed utterly elated.
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Looks of concern seemed to overwhelm the children, as they had noticed that their tactics had been the source of overwhelming pain. Minutes seemed to pass, although he couldn't be sure, when one of the children's voices arose. Mister? Mister? Are you okay, mister? Now, he couldn't hold the children accountable, as he stumbled slightly back up to his feet, the grim look upon his face receded as the grin widened once more.
"Ya got me good there!" he managed to croak, "Alright then... Once more around, but be careful. Don't think I'd be able to take another shot like that. Who had that mighty right hook, by the by?" The kids seemed to laugh, and again, the practice began anew.
[5/6]
The jostling of the children seemed to be next to nothing now. It was hard for them to even push him one way or another, his balance keepiung him fairly centered. It all seemed to be proper, as he relaxed a bit more, the children growing fierce and agitated, and yet, that right hook didn't come again. After a couple more minutes, the man called the shoving to an end, with the jangle of the wallet he had within his sash.
"Well, I think y'all earned yourselves a couple of bars, huh? Here's enough," the monk smiled, as he doled out the fee of two bars a piece to the children, and he grinned as they went on their way.
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[Shunkan no Hagane: Solid Footing Learned]
- "A man's soul wrought in iron!"
"Dance upon the edge of the Blade!"
