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Oga knew that the sword wouldn't carry him further than those before him but that was the reason he had trained to his maximum before coming back to his sword ways but it was not all about going far, it was his way of life, his way of thinking and partly of what he was, the Bushido was more than a way of fighting. Oga had full intentions of coming back from this mission alive, it was his own mission in a way, to prove himself that he was worthy enough to carry on with his ways. "The sword will carry me as far as I deserve to go, Kya." Oga would say with a faint smile.

It was interesting to see Kya and Kanzaki converse, it was the clash of two totally different people and now they were both connect by the need to become stronger, that was more or less the world of Ninjas, survival of the strongest and they needed to become stronger, regard less Oga was still going to enjoy the moment where personalities clashed without the shedding of blood or so he hoped. "Then how about we all come back from the mission and rank up eh? Always doing what we are told doesn't sound all that good" Surviving the mission, first step on becoming something else.


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Indefatigable Interloper


Praying Psycho Mantis

 

[Yui Ga Dokuson]

Raichi had heard about a Kenjutsu style from his father long ago, and even if he wanted nothing to do with that garbage, the man at-least knew about weapons. He walked to the back of the Dojo and searched through the scrolls till he found what he was looking for. He found a mat to sit on and read the scroll up to stage four [4]. Shikyuu Koushin [ Pressing Lips ]; Rank: E :: Simple; The practitioner will draw their weapon from its sheath / rest, deliver two relaxed outward slashes and then assume a desired standing. Seemed simple enough. After reading it a few more times, the Senju stood up and grabbed the hilt of his large kukri. First, he draw the large kukri and took a deep breath. He followed this by gracefully swinging the blade in an outward slash three times and then crouched low to the ground, his arm back as if he would thrust the large kukri forward into something. He felt this wasn't right and grabbed a dummy to repeat the process several times. Feeling like he accomplished it, he moved to the next move.

Iori Seppun [ Retreating Kiss ]; Rank: E :: Simple; The practitioner will deliver a relaxed outward slash and then return their weapon to its sheath / resting position. Yet again, another simple move. The Senju read this over once more and then began to practice the necessary movements. After a couple of minutes, he felt he had the hang of it and moved on.

Seppun no Hoppeta [ Kiss on the Cheek ]; Rank: E :: Simple; The practitioner fakes unsheathing / readying their weapon and instead delivers a quick loose-knuckle punch or swift jab with the blunt side of the weapon. Raichi loved how easy the beginning stage was. Sure they were simple, but would be effective in the right situations. Once again, he practiced the said motions until he felt right about them and moved on. He then realized that he had completed stage 1. With a deep breath, he moved on to stage 2.

Kowakuteki Nameru [ Alluring Lick ]; Rank: D :: Simple; A full-momentum horizontal slash that is followed by a second rotational swing, a spin kick, or a roll into a sudden kick. This technique seemed like a good combination move. Raichi took a few steps back from the dummy and unsheathed the blade. Bringing it to his side, he dashed towards the dummy and released his arm, letting lose a explosive horizontal slash. As the blade carved itself through the wood, the Senju used the momentum to jump up and spin his body and release a kick to the back of what would be the torso on the dummy. This felt comfortable. He continued to do this several more times until he needed a new dummy to use. Feeling confident, he moved on.

Ueito Seppun [ Waiting Kiss ]; Rank: D :: Simple; The practitioner will assume an alert stance, weapon outward, awaiting an acceptable attack from the opponent. As the attack nears, a wide parry is delivered which offsets both parties; however, the practitioner makes use of the momentum to spin and finish with a backhand or spin kick. This technique couldn't be learned with a wooden dummy. For this move, he needed a clone to practice with. Bringing his hands together, Raichi gathered the necessary charka and out popped a clone. Taking a few steps back, the Senju readied himself for the attack soon to come. The clone spun the large kukri in it's hand once and charged. As it neared however, the Senju parried wide which caused them to both be offset. But with this momentum, he twisted his body around in a 360 and released a devastating spin kick to the chest of his clone which caused it fly backwards. Raichi repeated this several times to nail the precise moment to parry and to use the momentum. After what seemed to be 30 minutes, he moved to the next technique.

Shita Seppun [ Tongue Kiss ]; Rank: D :: Complex; While running, the practitioner performs a single chakra enhanced snap-slash to open the target's defenses, and then finishes by delivering a straightforward punch or kick to the torso. As Raichi read over the way to perform the technique, it didn't seem like it should be a Complex move. It sounded rather simple to him but oh well. With a sigh, he made another clone and got ready. His eyes lingered on his father's blade. The craftsman who made this was incredible. Even after all these years, the blade was still the sharpest he had ever seen, the durability of it was greater than most blacksmith's could imagine. On top of that, it was as light as a feather. Raichi tightened and loosened his grip on the hilt in a wave like pattern as he got lost in thought. When he finally came back to, the Senju charged. As his clone went to block the blow, Raichi surged chakra through his blade and performed a snap-slash and completely widened his target's defenses. While his target was undefended, he raised his leg and kicked directly into the clone's chest. He could see why it was labeled as Complex now. It wasn't quite as easy as it seemed. Sure enough though, he jumped back and repeated the process several times before moving on to the Office. -Stage 2 complete-

Raichi was going to go and work on ninjutsu, but ultimately decided he would work on his Buki style some more. He created a clone and would do a small spar with it to warm up. The clone felt the punch in his gut and his eyes widened and he fell on the ground holding his gut, gritting his teeth he looked up at his creator, Raichi was in a readied position already and the male quickly took his lower stance to perform a sweeping kick that took out the feet from under his clone. It fell to the side and landed with a thud. It had to admit, that was a sneaky move, but he knew an even sneakier move. He slowly got up, knowing that he knew a skill that the clone had no idea what it was, he got in a readied position and had his blade in front of him, he focused hard and quickly went back into his memory, thoughts flashed in his head, strategies, thoughts, history, they all flooded him and he finally came up with an idea. He dashed towards the clone and the it got ready to parry it, but Raichi stepped in close and swung his blade. The blade missed him and then the clone felt a feeling in his stomach, a lurching feeling, seeing a fist hit his gut.
Furue Koushin [ Trembling Lips ] - Rank C Learned

The clone pushed Raichi away and recovered himself, the punch was sneaky and effective, the Senju took note of this and it's power. But that was not on his immediate mind, what was on his mind was a way to get to the clone without getting hurt or hit. He knew that parries worked well and this style was derived on weapon and melee combinations... His creation was recovering fast and he wiped a bit of blood off of his mouth and had a determined look on his eyes. He dashed at him and had his sword out, he reached Raichi and slashed forwards, the Senju, quickly as he could, brought up his blade and blocked the strike effectively. But the sword pushed his blade away and out of the way, the boy was using Tongue Kiss! Raichi quickly grabbed the boy's fist and pushed forwards making the steps of the clone imbalanced and he fell over. He then stood up and dashed at Raichi once more, Raichi took it head on and made an odd parry and pushed back, flipping and kicked the clone in the face.
Fuki Seppun [ Accidental Kiss ] - Rank C Learned

Raichi stepped back and the clone was hit by his foot and was lifted off the ground, he had a huge red welt under his chin and it was growing, it was nasty looking. Not something that he was about to say too, he had made this clone already angry enough to take full on swings at him and not just sparring type swings too. The clone hit the ground and slid back, not moving for a sec... he began to twitch and slowly brought up his head and looked at Raichi with a determined look. Raichi had to give it to the boy, he was determined, the boy dashed at him and with a great swing, the Senju quickly parried but the clone performed a skill that was quite high level and pushed Raichi back. Raichi's back hit the wall and he was pressed up against it. He quickly got out of the way and the clone swung once more, this time, Raichi dodged it and fell back and followed up with a slash to the boys feet, but the boy jumped up and dodged the strike.
Kisumaku [ Hickey ] - Rank C Learned

The spar was now a full on battle, and one that Raichi wanted to take a victory in too, he brought his blade up and rolled into the position he needed to be in and braced for the next hit. The boy dashed at Raichi and made a vertical slash, Raichi brought up his blade and used it as a shield over his head, he then pushed up on the blunt side of the blade and the hilt and forced the sword and the boy back. The boy stumbled a bit but got his footing back quickly, leading with another strike from the right. Raichi used his increased flexibility to bend back and flip and escape the strike. He skidded to a stop and looked at the boy. The boy ran at Raichi and brought his blade to his side and went for a horizontal strike, but Raichi brought his blade up and blocked the attack and used his blade as a stand, stabbing it in the ground and used the momentum to flip off the sword and raised into the air and brought his heel down on the boys head, but the boy dodged. Raichi's heel hit the dojo floor and was painful.
Boushi Shita [ Spinning Tongue ] - Rank C Learned -Stage 3 Complete-

Raichi gritted his teeth and lifted his foot from the bent wooden floor board. They both stopped for a second and the tips of their blades hit the floor. They both looked at each other and thought... Raichi then spoke up "Do you want to continue?" The clone was hesitant at first, his hair covered his eyes and he gripped his blade tightly, he knew that the skill they were about to perform were much more dangerous then the others, so it would be in their best need to know what was going to happen next. The clone was hurt and so was Raichi, but for their own need they needed to continue. Raichi let out a clear sigh and walked over to the clone, sheathing his blade he rubbed his hands together before doing more seals, the clone slowly regenerating. After a while the clone was back to it's healthy self. Raichi smiled and unsheathed his blade once more "Are you ready?" The creation grinned also and held his blade in front of him with two hands. Raichi dashed at it and the clone threw a punch. Raichi gripped the male's fist and twisted into his personal bubble and lifted up his foot for a kick to the clone's ribs, but when he shoved off hoping to kick him, the clone got out of the way and was about to turn the technique against him.
Shitsuren no Seppun [ Broken Heart's Kiss ] - Rank B Learned

Raichi's grip on the clone was loosened as his foot went forwards and pulled him forwards, the mistake of not hitting the boy would come to bite him in the a** as his grip was switched and the clone now had a grip on his arm! Raichi looked at his hand and saw the creation beginning to get ready for the exact move that the Senju had practiced. Shoving his foot forwards, Raichi's arm expanded and he bent it got out of the way in a squid like way. The clone was bit shocked, not knowing that his sparring buddy could do this was amazing! Raichi then pulled the clone up to him. The tug on his arm made an elastic like force, almost sliding the feet under the male and making him skid towards his creator. Raichi flipped his blade to the blunt side of the hilt and when the clone came close, he slammed the hilt into the clone, the hilt glowed with chakra and dispersed into it. The hit was very effective and sent the clone's guard wide open. Not to mention that the grip on his arm was let go and Raichi was now free in his arm. His arm went back to normal state and he lifted up his hand and with a strong left hook, he punched the clone in the face and forced him down, the head of the creation bobbing like a bobble head.
Oritatami-shiki no Koushin [ Folding Lips ] - Rank B Learned

Raichi stepped back and got in ready position. The male had a good hit on his head and he was stumbling backwards. Raichi was waiting like a loyal swordsman and was ready to strike at any time. The clone fumbled and stumbled as he began to regain his composure. Maybe Raichi wasn't to bad in the field of physical combat after all. This increased Raichi's interest in the style. Raichi watched as the clone got back to his original self, he held the side of his head and was gritting his teeth, but he was okay. Raichi smiled to the fact he was okay, but the fact that the clone was once again angry, made Raichi worry about what the creation would try next. Raichi's smile disappeared and he got in a lower stance. The clone was very angry from that hit and had his blade in front of him. Chakra began to go into the blade of his own and Raichi began to get worried, that skill was the Breath Taking Kiss. s**t, this was bad. The boy ran at Raichi and he got ready, putting all his momentum in his feet and rolled out of the way just in time, a small slice on his foot, but Raichi also cut the clone's thigh.
Kyuu Seppun [ Sudden Kiss ] - Rank B Learned

Raichi's strike to the clone's left thigh, the male tumble to the ground, and his sword dropped. Raichi was a bit angry now, that he had there intention to kill! Or maybe it was just a mistake, whatever it was, the creation had to pay for what he had almost done. He marched over to the clone and gripped him by the collar and lifted him up and made his face, look straight at Raichi's. "What the hell was that!" He said to him, he then yelled even more about things like that Konohagakure was not represented as a village that would attack another shinobi of the same village unless if it was ordered. Raichi himself would kill another shinobi from the village if he was given the order, no matter who it was, or if it was someone he loved. Maybe not the last part.. If it was an order, he would perform the task. The clone apologized and disappeared, this sparring was over, but Raichi still had to learn the skill known as Breath Taking Kiss. He walked over to a dummy and placed his hand on the blade, infusing chakra into the blade, he dashed at the dummy and then sliced downwards, the blade cut into the shoulder and all the way down to the torso. Raichi then placed his foot on the front of the dummy and shoved off.
Iki-jisan Seppun [ Breath Taking Kiss ] - Rank B Learned --Stage 4 Complete

By now Raichi was tired as all hell. He did a lot more training today than he thought he would. He only made a little but of money with that hot springs gig, but maybe he could do with a nice relaxing bath before trotting off to finish more jobs. Deciding that this would be the plan he sheathed his weapon and made a bee line for the hot springs. [exit]

 

[Yui Ga Dokuson]

Raichi Shadow Clone

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Clone-Chi entered and went to his special place. He withdrew one of his kukri daggers as he faced the training pole before him. With a swift movement, he extended his arm as he strike forward, rising the dagger up in an upward angle towards the training pole. The strike was successful, but Clone-Chi did not believe it was as powerful as it could have been. He attempted the technique again, with a little more force. The sound of the blade as it struck the wood made more of a powerful sound this time. Clone-Chi practiced the technique a few more times, to improve his accuracy, alignment, and power. After mastering the first technique, he sheathed his kukri dagger, and stood straight, his legs buckled and placed close together.
[Countering Technique: Upward Repel - Learned]

Clone-Chi unsheathed his kukri dagger once more, and began to chanel chakra into his hand. As he neared the pole, he struck the pole with the hilt of the kukri blade he was holding upon the target. A connection between his fist, the hilt, and the pole, it had made a sound of defined power. He attempted the move once more, as he would circle the the pole, continuing to execute the technique. He stopped, backing away from the pole as he slid his legs into a close position as he stood, sheathing his kukri dagger all in one swift motion. As he was only a few feet away, he quickly unsheathed his dagger, channeling chakra into his hand, as he rammed the hilt of the blade, and his hand into the pole. A noise of contact echoed through the chambers. He stood back, sheathing his dagger.
[Offensive Technique: Assisted Jab - Learned]

Now he would practice increasing his speed significantly by learning the basic stances of this particular style. He quickly unsheathed his kukri dagger, swinging it upwards with much force as it collided with the pole. Following that, he quickly lowered his body, slashing at the pole horizontally, then vertically. He continued this procedure for quiet some time, to increase his speed and knowledge of the basic strike of this style. He added more motion into his attacks now, as he circled the pole, keeping his calm composure as he struck the pole with more force and speed than before. He would slash upward, then downward, then follow up with a series of random strike towards the pole and finishing with a bash of the hilt. He continued this process for a few more times, increasing his speed even more. He felt as if he was allot faster than before, as he could hardly see the blade in his hands. It was almost as if the blade had completely turned into wind as he swung his hand around, attacking the pole. With a long, and swift finisher, he attack the poles from all sides in different direction until sliding back from the pole, bucking his legs beneath him. He let out a deep breath, as a sheathed his dagger.
[Offensive Style: Knife Stances - Learned]

He looked toward the pole, his face reflecting his icy calm emotions. He circled the pole, just circling it, not a strike to be done yet. As swiftly as possible, he unsheathed he dagger, performing a horizontal slash on the pole, and quickly changed into an upward slash. As he crouched low, he swung him arm low upon the pole, performing a sweeping strike. As he rose, he slashed upward, and as he came fully onto his feet, he performed a horizontal strike, followed by a returning strike across with he came. He strafed to the right, slashing at the pole as he let his body progress into a 360 degree spin. As he face the pole, he used the momentum of the spin as he shifted his weight, striking the pole with a horizontal slash, and then back with a diagonal slash. He crouched low, leaping up with a powerful upward slash, followed by a powerful downward slash using the momentum of his fall and the gravity. Now standing in front of the pole, he delivered a series of upwards, downwards, horizontal, vertical, and diagonal strikes, performing a random combination of strikes. He increased the pace of his strike, his hand nearly invisible within his sight, as he finished with a bash of the hilt on the pole. He slid back from the pole, sheathing his kukri dagger, letting out a deep breath.
[Offensive Style: Simple Play - Learned]

Clone-Chi got into position in front of the practice pole once again. He got into a ready stance, his legs slightly spread apart and his right hand gripped on his kukri dagger's hilt. He would relay an image of an attack coming his way, as he would demonstrate the next technique. He quickly unsheathed the dagger, moving upwards with it, as if he was parrying an attack. Following that motion, he threw the dagger into the air behind the pole. Crouching low, he swiftly shifted himself behind the pole, reaching up to catch the dagger. As the dagger fell, he had attempted to catch it, which resulted in a narrow miss as he went to grab the blade. "Tch!" He let out a stiffed grunt of annoyance as the tip of the dagger lodged itself into the wooden floor at his side. No blood was drawn, but it had still hurt, his pride that is. He picked up the dagger again, and returned to the front of the pole. Moving his dagger hand upwards, as if parried another attack, he threw the dagger up again, shifting himself behind the pole as he successfully caught the dagger as it fell towards him.
[Countering Technique: Back Repels - Learned]

Clone-Chi faced the pole again, with his blade in hand. He started with horizontal strikes, as he began to switch hands each time he made a strike. He focused more on his hands and dagger, rather than the strikes that the dagger was making just to better increase his hand-eye coordination. He continued this process, as he switched to vertical strikes. He looked at the pole this time, as his hands kept a steady rhythm of passing the dagger and striking with each hand.
[Trick Technique: Change of Hands - Learned]

Now standing back in front of the pole. He started with the previous technique he had learned. He was striking at the pole horizontally, while switching the dagger in between his hands. His attacks were more swift and accurate, as he had easily accomplished this first task. As he switched the dagger to his dominant hand, he gripped the hilt of the dagger and slammed it into the lower part of the pole. He imaged this technique with a real shinobi fighting him, as this technique would soon be proven as an efficient move for close combat situations.
[Trick Technique: Kneecap Surprise - Learned]

Clone-Chi moved himself from the pole, and walked over to a mat that was placed on the wall. It was a target board, that he would use to practice this technique. Channeling chakra to his hand, he reached for the hilt of his kukri dagger, channeling chakra into it. He threw the blade with swiftness, as it soared through the air, little sound could be heard, until it had hit the target board. He looked at the target with a frown, as the dagger had landed a little bit off from the bulls-eye. He retrieved his dagger, performing the technique once again. Channeling chakra to his hand and into the blade, he threw the dagger again, this time with a little more accuracy. The dagger traveled silently through the air, as it landed dead center into the target.
[Offensive Technique: Swift Dart - Learned]

Clone-Chi held his blade in his hand, as he threw up in the air, about a few inches from his hand as he caught it by the hilt. He continued this process, throwing the dagger even higher, and higher, increasing his precision. Then he would throw the dagger again, as he ran towards a wall. He jumped upon the wall, kicking his body off of it as he soared through the air, and caught his dagger by the hilt once again. He then threw the dagger behind him, as he held his hand behind his back. He felt the dagger as it began to enter his hand as he quickly grasped it and brought it back to his side.
[Trick Style: Knife Toss - Learned]

He slid back from the pole in front of him, grasping the hilt of his kukri dagger. He quickly drew the dagger, slashing across the pole horizontally. He delivered a few swift strikes to the pole as he would shift, crouch, and jump around the pole, striking it from different directions. After the barrage of strikes, he brought the dagger up vertically to his face, as he let out a deep breath. Returning the blade to its sheath, he quickly drew it again, slashing the pole vertically. Then he followed up with more vertical attacks as he switched them in between his hands. As the dagger reached his dominant hand, he gripped the hilt, and bashed it into the pole.
[Offensive Style: Artless Draw - Learned]

Clone-Chi went over to recollect his two kukri blades, and placed them on his person. He walked over to a spacious area with a large mat, a perfect spot for learning these techniques. He placed his hands together, as a puff of smoke appeared next to him. They both grasped onto their kukri blade as they adjusted their positions. They were now in front of each other as they mimicked the others facial expression of a calm and composed warrior. The clone grinned, as he quickly attacked Clone-Chi with a vertical strike. He quickly drew his dagger, instantly within a striking advantage, he parried the attack. The clones hands were sent upward, exposing his body and head. Clone-Chi would as swiftly and nimbly as his skill would allow him, drop his dagger, and attempt to kick up as the dagger met with his foot. He dropped the dagger, as it began to fall to his feet. He lifted up his foot, but the fall of the dagger was a bit off, and he missed the dagger, only kicking the clone in the shin. A grunt came from the clone as he and Clone-Chi recollected themselves, facing each other with a stance. The clone struck again, and Clone-Chi quickly parried, dropping the dagger as the clone exposed his body. He kicked the dagger as it met with his foot, and the dagger darted towards the clones chin, nearly missing it's head as the clone switly dodged.
[Trick Technique: Knife Punt - Learned]

Clone-Chi considered creating another clone but decided to use the same one and placed him towards the darker end of his side of the dojo, nearly hidden in the shadows. With that, Clone-Chi aligned himself with the light shining through the windows. He crouched as he withdrew his kukri blade as it shined in the bright light of the sun. He began to slowly angle his dagger, until he could see a faint light in the dark shadows of the other side. The small beam of light was very far from the clone, and would take time and precision to get the beam to travel to its intended target. He began to move and angle the blade, as the beam of light would move slowly towards the target, at times stopping or flickering. He continued to move the blade, his lips pressed against his tongue, showing a sign of complete concentration. The beam of light was on the clone's shoulder, as he carefully attempted to bring the light upward without diminishing the scarce beam of light projecting from his blade. The beam of light slowly traveled up the clone's neck, to his chin, and then right beneath the eye. With one last movement, the light was successfully upon the clone's eye, as he closed them quickly, as the bright light had an effect on his eyes.
[Trick Technique: Dirty Reflection] - Learned

The clone moved forward, removing all the daggers from his person. Clone-Chi did the same thing, before meeting the clone face to face on the large mat upon the floor. He raised his right hand, his index and middle finger extended, as the rest were bent. He channeled chakra to his hand, and eventually a thin source of that to his fingers. A small concentration of chakra from his finger tips created a pitch black aura that surrounded them. They both got into a stance, and faced each other. Clone-Chi quickly used his fingers imbued with the chakra to strike the clone's stomach. The clone quickly countered, slamming his palm down against Clone-Chi's hand, protecting himself. Clone-Chi quickly used his other hand to try and grab the clone's hand as it came down, and caught it, striking it with the chakra imbued finger tips of his other hand. The clone's arm was limp, just slightly, as he could barely move it. He used his other hand as he faked an uppercut, and jumped up and attacked Clone-Chi with his feet. Clone-Chi was not phased by the fake, and quickly crouched low to evade the kick, and he came up with a powerful strike of his chakra imbued finger tips to the clones stomach. As the attack landed successfully, the clone gasped, and buckled over.
[Offensive Technique: Vital Poke - Learned]

Clone-Chi placed his hands together as a third shadow clone appeared beside him. Each of them unsheathed both kukri blades as they spin them in there hands. The first clone proceeds with practicing each technique from stage one with both blades, the second clone does the same with stage two, and Clone-Chi finishes with stage three. After a while of training, they each looked to one another. Satisfied, the clones dispersed, as the original Raichi gained the knowledge of each of the clones. He had mastered the art of wielding two daggers with ease.
[Offensive Style: Two-fer-One - Learned]

Clone-Chi walked back over to his original position in the dojo from earlier. This area has become one of the most valued places in his everyday life, as of now. He placed his hands together, weaving hand seals as two clones appeared next to him. He would use these two to further his training for today. The clones surrounded Clone-Chi, one in front of him, and one to his left. He grinned, as this would be the perfect setup for his new technique he would be learning. Each clone got into a defensive stance, as Clone-Chi stood casually looking at them both. With a quick motion, he lunged towards the clone in front of him, grabbing his arm. As he did so, he would kick outwards at the same time, causing a contradiction in between the two motions, allowing him to damage, and disarm the clone all at the same time. He quickly turned, crouching low, as he slashed horizontally across the other clone's leg. The clone quickly jumped onto his hands, and flipped himself back a fair distance away from Clone-Chi.
[Piercing Technique: What Defense? - Learned]

He quickly ran towards the clone that had escaped his attack, gripping his kukri blade in reverse. He closed in on the clone, delivery a barrage of fast strikes, seemingly aimless. The clone easily dodged them and quickly tried to counter with a thrust of his dagger into Clone-Chi's waist. He moved to the side, avoiding the attack, performing a swift sweeping kick to the clone's feet as he fell to the ground. As he spun, he used the momentum to return to his feet. he heard shuffling behind him, as he saw the clone that he had knocked down before was now back on his feet. Clone-Chi flipped onto his hands, trying to gain distance between he and the clone, but the clone kept moving forward. Clone-Chi quickly got onto his feet as he neared the wall, jumping onto it and kicking himself off the wall and over the clone. As he landed, he quickly rolled back onto his feet, just as the clone turned around. The clone gave an downwards vertical strike, which was countered immediately, leving his head and torso wide open. Clone-Chi channeled chakra to his elbow, and rammed it into the clone's chest. Upon impact, the chakra would burst into the clone's body, enabling for it to move for a short amount of time. The clone stood shocked, as Clone-Chi quickly knocked him to the ground with a palm thrusted into his stomach.
[Disrupting Technique: Tingling Elbow - Learned]

He turned around to face the clone that he expected to be right one his tail, the clone attack with a flying kick. Clone-Chi ducked low, dodging the attack and swiftly moving to his feet and shot off with a dash across the training area. The clone followed behind, as Clone-Chi concentrated on his feet, and their movements. He lifted his legs more extensively, propping his foot up and it would land on the ground. He slowly became fast and quieter, distance was slowly increasing between him and the clone. He gathered chakra to his feet, dashing upon the wall, as he jumped onto the balcony and climbed over the ledge. The clone followed behind him until he stopped suddenly, as Clone-Chi turned off the lights. He jumped off of the balcony, rolling onto the ground and running around looking for the clones. The clone that had had its body disrupted was now back on his feet also looking for Clone-Chi. He ran around stealthily and quietly, occasionally passing the clones by without giving a hint of his location. He would then stalk up behind on the the clones and flick them in the ear, then dash off once again.
[Trick Style: Retreating Feet - Learned]

Clone-Chi quickly bounded up to the balcony once again, as he withdrew both of his kukri blades, flipping them into the air as he stood on the balcony. The lights suddenly flickered on as he nearly dropped one of the kukri blades. The clones looked at him with a glare, as they both withdrew shuriken and flung them at Clone-Chi. He sheathed his kukri blades and jumped into the air, twirling in such a fashion his body was almost a blur. As the shuriken approached, he was still spinning, the clones squinted their eyes in confusion, wondering if their shuriken had made their mark. Still spinning, Clone-Chi grabbed the few shuriken they threw with ease. He ceased his spinning, landing onto the balcony perfectly, and flung the shuriken back at the clones. The quickly evaded, moving off to each corner of the balcony, one clone for each corner. They withdrew several tools, launching them at Clone-Chi. He would strafe along the balcony, jumping and flipping occasionally as he would catch their tools and return most of them in a swift fashion. As they threw a wave a shuriken, Clone-Chi pulled out his dagger and he simply deflected them all with the swift movement of his dagger blade.
[Trick Style: Blade's Edge - Learned]

Now that he was done with his limitations on Bukijutsu, Clone-Chi decided to was best to learn one very vital technique at the Academy. With that he left for his new destination while dispelling the other clones, but his fatal mistake was also dispelling himself. [exit/death of clone]

 

[Panthers7]

Zin Naga

קг๏ןєςt ๏๓єﻮค: 39 - Genin - Tamer Class - Puppeteer Class - Pet(s): Nagi ( Green Boa )

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Zin headed into the Dojo along with Nagi who tailed at his heels.The technique he was aiming to learn was something that was quite intense. Considering how the "Masked Men" described it, it was a powerful Taijutsu that though would drain any ability to learn other techniques, he will at the very least amass great power. He also was aware of the risks, but should push come to shove, having this technique would be beneficial. Plus, while he trains on this, he can have Nagi beginning to train on some techniques himself. As Zin found him a spot to begin meditation and work on the unleashing of his First Gate, the gate of Opening, he'd settle scrolls for Nagi to go over and work on so that they may simultaneously grow together.

Nagi, looking over the techniques that Zin gathered for him, found that one of the techniques Zin picked was a defensive technique. This was particularly important for him to learn, considering that the youth knew that in a combat situation he would not always be able to help support his pet. They would support each other, but they can't be a crutch to each other if they are to successfully be deadly within their own rights on the battlefield. Nagi would coil itself defensively into himself and focus on manipulating chakra to bring the power of the wind into it's possession in the same fashion that he has watched Zin manipulate lightening or water.

1/5 Gate of Opening, 1/3 Kaze no Bouseki Tate
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To unlock the skill of the first gate, Zin had to focus his chakra point to his brain. In theory, the body has a defense on how strong one can be to avoid injury to itself. By unlocking this restraint, Zin can access the full power of his capabilities. He just needed to find the right point of his brain to do so. Opening his eyes, Zin looked back at the scroll of the eight gates to see just what portion of the brain he was to unlock.

Nagi on the other hand, was still focusing on the jutsu that he was to complete. Working muscles and points in the body that he remember Zin was taught, but on a different scale considering he was translating that knowledge onto himself. The serpent would keep fluctuating it's chakra, trying to channel it in just the right way in order to get the technique to work, which seemed to be working as a small sphere of wind would pulse around the Boa. Pushing back debris, but not getting the powered effect that the scroll intended for him.

2/5 , 2/3
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Based on the graph, it would seem that the technique that he was going to need would be the left hemisphere of the brain. That helped him zone in on where he was to put his chakra into, to avoid uselessly firing chakra away. Now, was to see just how much chakra he needed to fire into that area, to unlock the gate and the restriction upon his body. Though he smiled and took pause as he saw his pet succeed in learning his jutsu!

Nagi would lift it's head as after a number of tries, a barrier of wind would expand out and spin around the coiled serpent in the form of a barrier comprised of concentrated wind. Pushing the debris firmly away from it, giving only small hint of what it would do to projectiles shot at him. Releasing the technique after some time, Zin would then, hiss for Nagi to learn the other defensive based technique that he had out for him. Fuuton: Shunshin no Jutsu. Obviously, wanting to make sure, if not for certain, that Nagi had the skills to adequately protect himself should the unfortunate event that he becomes separated from Zin during battle.

3/5, 3/3
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After giving his pet praise and lauded his attempts to complete his first jutsu, he'd guide him to learn another while Zin himself would focus on meditating and hacking the technique to just the right point to unlock his chakra gate. Closing his eyes again, Zin started to bide and concentrate his chaka within him to be readied and fried up into his left hemisphere, in hopes that this time, the technique can work and he can began working on the actual jutsus's of that are within this Chakra gate.

Nagi would nuzzle the next scroll open that Zin positioned for him to see that this was another defensive technique that seemed to utilize the same schematic as the other technique, but this time Nagi would seem to need to well the chakra within him and then expel it out with force. It was a little difficult considering he didn't have limbs, but if Zin had faith that he could complete the technique, he would attempt and master it to the best of his abilities.

4/5, 1/3 Fuuton: Shunshin no Jutsu
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When Zin felt he gained a decent amount of chakra welled into his body, he would take a deep breath before hissing, "Kaimon....Kai!" He exclaimed just as a rush of untold, latent strength flooded his body. He felt the weight of gravity nearly get torn from his shoulders. Throwing a couple of punches and kicks, everything thing from his strength to reaction speed seemed to be at it's height. Now, while his first gate was opened, he can begin working on the real hard parts...

Nagi on the other hand, was still welling chakra within him. Similar to what he had to do with the first technique. He found more of a center in himself by coiling himself up in preparation for concentrating chakra. Similar to how Zin sat cross legged with his hands together to ensure the best flow of chakra throughout his body. Feeling the chakra welling and cultivated primed for firing, he slithered a bit into the open area to practice the technique.

5/5, 1/3

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Equipment
• 12 Kunai
* 1 Windmill Shuriken
• Simple clothes that are particularly baggy
• Food for Partners ( Animal )
• Notebook & Pencil
• Food Solider Pills
• Child-Sized medical bracelet with Project 38: Omega printed upon it.

Chakra Pool: 285/375
Stamina: 175/175

Jutsu's Used

Puppets

 

[Panthers7]

Zin Naga

קг๏ןєςt ๏๓єﻮค: 39 - Genin - Tamer Class - Puppeteer Class - Pet(s): Nagi ( Green Boa )

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As Nagi continued to prepare chakra within him, slowly opening his large mouth and flexing his fangs in preparation to fire out that powerful blast of air, before closing his mouth again when the technique was still premature. Coiling himself tighter and welling more chakra onto himself while Zin stood up and decided to make some kind of use of his released gate to learn the fabled Omote Renge.
2/3

The technique seemed to be initiated by a swift firm burst of of speed that hopefully will take the opponent off guard and, with Zin augmented strength, launch the opponent up into the air. That would be, at least for Zin, the main thing that hefelt he needed to start working on. Squatting down a little and focusing upon a set, imaginary opponent to shadow box again, Zin slowly squatted his body down a little and prepared himself to access the level of speed that would enable him to throw off his opponent. When he felt ready, his slitted eyes became more narrow before he launched himself forward with the earth cracking at his initial push off. Appearing to the untrained eye, fifteen yards away from his original position where he'd simultaneously squat down and throw his leg back in something of a mule kick towards the gut of his "opponent".
1/5

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Equipment
• 12 Kunai
* 1 Windmill Shuriken
• Simple clothes that are particularly baggy
• Food for Partners ( Animal )
• Notebook & Pencil
• Food Solider Pills
• Child-Sized medical bracelet with Project 38: Omega printed upon it.

Chakra Pool: 285/375
Stamina: 175/175

Jutsu's Used

Puppets

 

[Panthers7]

Zin Naga

קг๏ןєςt ๏๓єﻮค: 39 - Genin - Tamer Class - Puppeteer Class - Pet(s): Nagi ( Green Boa )

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Nagi found his momentum and gained the right chakra level to begin the technique. As the welled ball of chakra laid within him, he coughed off the compressed air to shoot from his fangs which would in turn launch him back several feet. Doing it once more, mostly to ensure that the technique actually worked, Nagi would hiss happily to his accomplishment, having yet another jutsu to keep him protected so that Zin could fight at the best of his abilities.
3/3

When Zin made the kick to launch his imaginary opponent up into the air, he'd push off from the ground using his augmented strength to bring himself above his ascending opponent. Spreading his arms out wide, Zin snapped his hands down in order to wrap the opponent up within the long sleeves of his colored and tailored medical robe. Using it to wrap around and seal his opponent within the sleeves.
2/5

It would be then that Zin made the move to, using his hidden abilities, focused a burst of chakra towards his lower spine to all to malleability that would enable him to start the corkscrew motion. Picking up a slow and steady amount of speed but it wasn't enough to bring the damage that Zin expected the technique to mention. He needed more speed, and thus elongated his arms to make a looping motion that would slowly be brought back in to make the circle start out wide and move in tight.
3/5

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Equipment
• 12 Kunai
* 1 Windmill Shuriken
• Simple clothes that are particularly baggy
• Food for Partners ( Animal )
• Notebook & Pencil
• Food Solider Pills
• Child-Sized medical bracelet with Project 38: Omega printed upon it.

Chakra Pool: 285/375
Stamina: 175/175

Jutsu's Used

Puppets

 

[Panthers7]

Zin Naga

קг๏ןєςt ๏๓єﻮค: 39 - Genin - Tamer Class - Puppeteer Class - Pet(s): Nagi ( Green Boa )

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Nagi would begin to stat to feel himself gaining an affinity towards the Fuuton element. Something that Zin seemed to have predicted considering he jutsu that he had the serpent neeing to learn next. Now that the defenses were secure, it was time to boost his offense; and what better offensive movie of the Fuuton element than Atsugai? In tandem with Zin's puppertry, it could set up the opponent to being in quite a wicked predicament! For now... the serpent would read over what he needed to do in order to mold the mass amount of chakra within him to perform the technique properly.
1/5 Atsugai

Zin found the secret of the technique beginning to unfold to him. With his particular body type, he held a bit of a strong affinity towards creation the rotation required to disorient and keep his opponent within his possession. Leaving them to face the power of the technique suppressing them as Zin continue to spin. Nearing the ground at rapid pace while he focused and prepared for that small window that would be required in order to relinquish the technique and send his opponent head first into the ground.
4/5

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Equipment
• 12 Kunai
* 1 Windmill Shuriken
• Simple clothes that are particularly baggy
• Food for Partners ( Animal )
• Notebook & Pencil
• Food Solider Pills
• Child-Sized medical bracelet with Project 38: Omega printed upon it.

Chakra Pool: 285/375
Stamina: 175/175

Jutsu's Used

Puppets

 

[Panthers7]

Zin Naga

קг๏ןєςt ๏๓єﻮค: 39 - Genin - Tamer Class - Puppeteer Class - Pet(s): Nagi ( Green Boa )

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When Nagi felt that he had a decent understanding of the technique, he would turn his attention to start actively working on the high powered jutsu. Returning itself to a coil to concentrate the chakra within himself and prepare to concentrate it. But this time, in an more offensive manner than in the fashion hat he had in previous learning attempts.

Dropping out of the technique at the last second, or shooting off his "opponent" Zin would land a bit roughly on the ground were upon he actually tumbled a bit as the shots of muscle spasms ran through his body. Halting the young serpent prince a bit, if not drawing Nagi's attention as the youth simply laid there. This... seemed like a good place to stop. The intensity of the "Eight Gates" was good, but took quite an immense amount of energy from him. He felt that now was probably a better time for him to start working on his new puppet idea and let his body rest a bit before moving up to the higher levels of his selected Taijutsu.
5/5

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Equipment
• 12 Kunai
* 1 Windmill Shuriken
• Simple clothes that are particularly baggy
• Food for Partners ( Animal )
• Notebook & Pencil
• Food Solider Pills
• Child-Sized medical bracelet with Project 38: Omega printed upon it.

Chakra Pool: 285/375
Stamina: 175/175

Jutsu's Used

Puppets

 

[Panthers7]

Zin Naga

קг๏ןєςt ๏๓єﻮค: 39 - Genin - Tamer Class - Puppeteer Class - Pet(s): Nagi ( Green Boa )

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Zin would gather his things and place he items he had removed back within his inventory before heading out with Nagi in toe. It was time to put the image of the creation he had into fruition. But to do that, it would seem that he would need to leave Konoha in order to create his own puppet. And that would mean the permission from the lion lady~

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Equipment
• 12 Kunai
* 1 Windmill Shuriken
• Simple clothes that are particularly baggy
• Food for Partners ( Animal )
• Notebook & Pencil
• Food Solider Pills
• Child-Sized medical bracelet with Project 38: Omega printed upon it.

Chakra Pool: 285/375
Stamina: 175/175

Jutsu's Used

Puppets

 

[Yui Ga Dokuson]

Clone-Chi Buki Training

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Clone-Chi entered the Dojo and made his way to the section that contained scrolls on the Sobagai style. He quickly made his way to the center of the area after acquiring what he was searching for. Placing his hands together, two clones appeared beside him. He was ready to start of some new stages in his Kenjutsu styles. The clones got into their stances, facing Clone-Chi. Clone-Chi presumed into his stance, his hand gliding over to the hilt of his kukri, looking at the clones. One of the clones lunged forward, throwing his fist towards Clone-Chi's chest. With a blur, he withdrew his kukri, moving it across his body with blinding speed, deflecting the attack. The clone jumped back, as his hand started to bleed, just at the instant Clone-Chi sheathed his blade. He gave a grin as the clone came running forward, lunging. Clone-Chi quickly grabbed his arm, twisting it as the clone yelped in pain, followed by a leap over the clone, while still holding onto his arm. He heard things break, pop, and snap, along with a painful scream from the clone as he crouched on the ground.

Countering Technique: Oopsire and Over
Rank: X :: Simple - Learned

The clone instantly dispersed into a puff of smoke. Wanting to keep a consistency of two clones at all times, he placed his hands together as another clone appeared. He jumped out of the way, as the second clone that was on standby charged forward. Clone-Chi leaped back, letting the clone to continually move forward. He flipped onto his hands, and back on his feet, continuing this rhythm as the clone continued to chase him. When he neared the wall, he pressed of his feet, using the momentum to launch himself into the air, grabbing onto the bottom of the balcony. As the clone leaped up, Clone-Chi bent his legs, and pushed the forward into the clone's chest, knocking him to the ground with a thud. He then flipped himself off of the balcony into the air, landing on the clone's stomach, before leaping off and heading towards the other clone. He withdrew a kunai as he ran towards he clone, the clone standing in a defensive stance. The kunai in Clone-Chi's hand transformed completely. From its metal-like geometric shape to that of a black and red aura like sharp flame. As Clone-Chi neared the clone, he shifted around his body, the clone barely even noticing as he looked down. Clone-Chi took this chance to appear right upon the clone's head, stabbing the chakra infused kunai. The clone froze, as his body trembled slightly.

Disrupting Technique: Severe Acupuncture
Rank: X :: Complex - Learned

Clone-Chi brushed himself off, now taking the time to practice his silent stepping. This would be good for stealth missions, along with any other battles or spars that might take place. He started with walking, quietly listening to his footsteps. They were soft, but he could still hear sound from them. Concentrating, he focused on walking soundless. After a few minutes, with extreme concentration, he realized he hadn't herd his footsteps in a while. Now relaxing his body as he walked normally and casually, no sound was heard from his feet. He then transgressed into a jog, a slight shuffle of his feet could be heard. He continued jogging while giving his most absolute concentration, closing his eyes, only using his ears to focus on the sound. Soon enough, he could hear no sound whatsoever. He gave a grin, now jogging normally, as no sound could be heard. For the final step, he would start to run, that usual soft sound could be heard, he sighed. Closing his eyes again, he focused, listening to the soft, quick shuffle of his feet. This took much more concentration and time, almost an hour as he finally heard no sound as he ran. Quick and silent, just what he wanted.

Offensive Style: Stepless
Rank: A :: Training - Learned
Sobagai Deba Sentou, Stage Five - Completed

The Senju heir clone made his way over to the section that contained information of the KFS style. Judging from his previous practice in the Kiss of Flesh and Steel, they were rather easy going. He grabbed a scroll and read over the moves he wished to learn. These however, would take a bit more concentration. This move was called the Cold Lips technique. Clone-Chi would need a sparring partner to perform this one, along with the other he had to do, the Rude Kiss. Clone-Chi spotted a shinobi, a new Chuunin much like Clone-Chi himself. Clone-Chi brought his kukri up to him and smiled "Hey there, wanna spar?" The man nodded and tightened his headband, Clone-Chi smirked and led him to an appropriate training area in the dojo. The boy started right off the bat, he was unlike the genin he had trained with before. Chuunin were much more, cut throat. He didn't tell Clone-Chi when he was attacking which made Clone-Chi jump a bit, a bit of a rude awakening it was. He switched tactics and decided to train Rude Kiss. Bringing up his weapon for a deadlock. He blocked the attack and the chuunin smiled at Clone-Chi with a dark grin. He lifted his weapon and Clone-Chi dropped his weapon a bit then kicked it back up with his knee and clashed again.
Arai Seppun [ Rude Kiss ]
Rank: A :: Simple - Learned!

Clone-Chi saw as the face of his attacker changed form happy to a bit pissed off, the other chuunin was hoping for a quick bullying session. Clone-Chi was stronger then what he had expected. Clone-Chi kept the deadlock going until the man pulled back and flipped trying to kick Clone-Chi in the face, Clone-Chi ducked to the side and rolled off. Clone-Chi got back up and looked at the man dead in the eyes, he was calm while the other man was almost in a fit of rage. People began to gather as if it were a fight. Clone-Chi looked at hie opponent ignoring the crowd. "To lead an orchestra, you must turn your back to the crowd." He said to himself and then saw as his target charged, weapon to his side. Clone-Chi adjusted his kukri and took a breath and focused his mind. Then, when the man was a few feet away, Clone-Chi saw the opportunity! Clone-Chi took a heavy footed slash at the weapon, completely deflecting the sword and then Clone-Chi stepped in, giving a quick jab to the stomach. The man coughed and fell to the ground, everyone around's jaw dropped, the guy was huge and Clone-Chi took him down. With this, Clone-Chi passed on his knowledge to the original and dispersed himself back into the earth. [Exit]
Retsu Koushin [ Cold Lips ]
Rank: A :: Simple - Learned!

 

[Professor Foxtrot]

M i t s u k u n i H A T A K E
Samurai || Beast Master || Genin || D-Rank
CHAKRA 270 | 270 x ----- x STAMINA 250 | 250

Mitsukuni silently slid open the door of the training dojo, leaving his sandals and tabi socks behind him as he stepped onto the tatami floor mats. Paisho laid down next to his footwear, watching Mitsukuni attentively while his tail wagged. The young samurai knelt in the middle of the room, placing his katana beside him and closing his eyes, taking a slow, deep breath to center himself.

He had just begun learning the style of Tetsu no Ryu from the elders in his family, and it was his duty to take the time to hone it on his own. "Iaido.. First strike." he murmured quietly. Rising to his feet, Mitsukuni stood naturally for a moment - then, quick as a flash, he pulled his blade from its sheath and stepped into the curve, slicing deep the belly of the straw dummy that stood nearby. Mitsukuni took a step back and ritually resheathed his blade, metering his breath. He was beginning to become proficient in the art of sword-drawing. Still, he repeated the task several more times, trying to perfect each more than the last. By the time he was satisfied, the straw dummy was cut clean in half. [Learned Iaido - E - Simple]

Turning towards the setup of soaked tatami rolls positioned on poles on the other side of the room, Mitsukuni considered his next move. This was one of the techniques he was greatly anticipating to master, and he gripped his katana with excitement. Then, using his chakra to facilitate his jump, the Hatake leaped high towards the ceiling. Drawing out his blade, Mitsukuni did a single roll in the air to help forward his momentum, using the downward force to slice clean through one of the prepared rolls - and clean through part of the supporting pole, as well. The young samurai smirked. He was having too much fun, his father would say. But his father wasn't here. For sheer shits and giggles, Mitsukuni repeated the technique he had come to love, destroying several more of the training apparatuses in the name of progress. [Learned Ryutsuisen (Dragon Hammer Strike) - E - Simple]

The last technique he had been taught was more of a defensive maneuver than an attack. If he remembered correctly, it was completed by disrupting the focal point of your enemy's attack so that you could avoid it and insert distance between the attacker and yourself. Mitsukuni had seen it performed many times by the elders in his family: the "Decade of Peace" technique. As he had no training partner which could attack him, he decided that a kata form would be best. His father would know if he had not practiced it. Holding his blade, he closed his eyes and imagined an attacker's form. Keeping them closed, he focused on where that focal point would be, and - at the right moment - thrust his sword beneath where the attacker's wrist would be, arcing the attack upward and slamming his palm in the area of the imaginary man's sternum, before taking a swift leap backwards to gain distance. He opened his eyes. He had felt that it flowed well, but as with the others, he would practice this technique until he was completely confident. Paisho watched him from the doorway, seeming to study his master's techniques. One might wonder just how much Paisho was learning. [Learned A Decade of Peace - E - Simple]

Techniques Learned:
Tetsu no Ryu
E - Iaido
E - A Decade of Peace
E - Ryutsuisen (Dragon Hammer Strike)

Reductions:
-1 to all Bukijutsu (Bukijutsu Class)
-1 to all Taijutsu/Bukijutsu (Dojo Facility)  

[Dopy Grimes]

20 Racks On Table Carved From Ebony.

Chet
Antidote

She said she would pray for me...

Chet hated his Iwagakure style and even more so the Olympus style. So he said "******** it" and went on to bigger and better things! Chet would take on the mighty Kaiser fist style. His body wasn't massive, but Chet was physically very strong and built so it wouldn't get in his way. This meant that he now had to learn something new and not just practice things he already knew. Chet did the unthinkable. HE PICKED UP A SCROLL. Now the interesting part about this process was that Chet had no clue what to do with a scroll and ended up ripping it a little bit.

Now reading was not the greatest thing in the world to Chet. He absolutely hated it. Reading was the equivalent to watching paint dry to the boy. After about 15 minutes of looking at the scroll he hadn't registered a single ounce of information into his brain. Things were not looking up. "s**t!" He cussed before throwing the scroll away in a fit of frustration. He wanted to break things and not "learn". Learning was for bitches and bitches get stitches.

Chet was now in predatory mode. Watching and stalking his prey. The prey in question being the scroll. It was his greatest enemy so far besides the twins. They were a worthy match, but the scroll was testing him far beyond anything they threw at him. On all fours he motioned towards the beast like a cat. Watching it for any sudden movements even though it was very much in fact a scroll. But that was neither here nor there for Chet. He would take it down.

In ruthless pounce he lunged at the scroll. Taking it in both hands he unrolled it to reveal it's contents once more in a struggle that can only be termed as legendary. The words cutting away at his will. So many words and meaning and teachings. It was a barrage of knowledge that weighed down on Chet. "I shall slay thy beast!" Chet shouted. More people watched him now. All curious to see the drunken idiot tango with a scroll.

It was ironic honestly or maybe depressing. Chet was very good at learning or was at least. Before his parents died he was almost a model student. The Oni see life as a competition and he wanted to be the best at the academy. With the death of his parents he changed his focus from being the best to being the worst. Before he ate scrolls up. Now he felt they had no use for him, but he had to do something otherwise he would live with the same techniques for ever.

Chet sighed. For a moment he gained some clarity as memories from his childhood came back. He stopped ******** around with the scroll and just looked at it for a second. Everything was a process some times for him. He never thought he would become a gennin and now he was a Chunnin who had to get stronger. Life was very strange. Taking his time now he read carefuly the amor technique he wanted to learn. It wasn't very difficult after all and Chet managed to get it right the first time. He could feel his body tense up as the energy surrounded him. It was his first every armor technique that didn't come from ninjutsu.

Oh well would you look at that the technique is actually complex meaning Chet did not in fact learn it the first time he tried so well yeah he would attempt it one more time. This time really feeling his natural energy flow out his pores. Be like water. He inhaled then exhaled dramatically before the armor activated again. He could feel himself becoming more stimulated by the minute. He wondered how well it would do in an actual battle.

Stimulating Armor - C

Chet read the next technique in the scroll and let out a sigh of relief. The technique was actually just a punch. A very powerful punch that required balance. Now that part was tricky. Chet saw the word balance and laughed. He fought without it and for the most part it made his style of fighting very versatile. He looked around for some bricks to break and stacked up a few neatly. "URAAAAAAAA!" Chet shouted before unleashing heavy punch onto the bricks. His punch would end up creating a massive hole in the floor. "Ah s**t." He mumbled knowing someone would annoy him about it.

Heavy Punch - E

Next on the list was Chet's personal favorite so far. The Kaiser Crown. It was a powerful headbutt essentially and should only be used together with an active amor technique and well gosh golly guess who had just learned an armor technique? "Me!" Chet shouted as he prepared his pretty little head. He set up more bricks just like last time and cracked his neck a couple of times. Finally he tilted it back and let go on those poor bricks. The same happened that happened before happened now and another hole was successfully made to the inconvenience of the staff. "s**t!"

Kaiser Crown - D

After Kaiser Crown, Chet would learn the Crumbling Overhead. It was just his style too. Feints were his favorite. Making a fool out of the opponent was half the battle won. The technique consisted of throwing a punch and then coming back down on the opponents head with hot fury. Chet was a taijutsu enthusiast and new the ropes of memorizing movements. He repeated it several times before finally perfecting it.

Crumbling Overhead - D

Sudden Straight was what people in "the business" called complex. It wasn't purely physically, but it wasn't spiritual either. It was chakra enhanced attacks that really put a frown on the face of your enemies. Sudden Straight sent a a surge of chakra through your arm and made your fist go "zoom" at your opponents face. Chet set up more bricks. At this point he was just destroying the dojo on purpose. He followed the instructions and his fist flew at the bricks so fast he couldn't even understand what the ******** just happened.

Sudden Straight - D

Chet was beginning to feel something he hadn't felt in a long time. A mix of excitement and anticipation. Chet's favorite style was the drunken style some old man had taught him ages ago, but the Kaiser Fist was getting second place for sure. It was all about raw primal power. Chet loved fighting like his a wild animal. Completely throwing himself in the moment. The fear in his opponents eyes was delicious. Although most of the time his opponents only showed underestimation.

Chet finished reading up on the Elbow Bolt and practiced the actual movement a couple of times instead of using it against bricks. He didn't have to imagine enemies they spawned on their own. Zombies would swarm on him. With a look of utter drunk focus he would slam into them with his elbow with so much force the body parts he hit would fly off. People watching from a distance would now see him doing something oddly normal for once. That actually worried them more than anything.

Elbow Bolt - C

Chet would proceed to perform some stretches. The next technique would require him to be in top shape to perform. He was never a big fan of stretching even though he naturally a flexible guy. Drunken style requires flexibility and versatility. The Guillotine Drop was a technique that required the user to lift their leg up perfectly and bring it back down with insane power. The damage it inflicted was insane and only thanks to the armor techniques could he use it otherwise it would hurt him more than anything else.

After he was done stretching some zombies showed up again. They all moved towards Chet like before and he attempted to use the Guillotine on all of them, but that wasn't very simple to do. The kick needed some set up and that gave the zombies more time to attack him while he kicked the others. After a little bit of struggle he managed to perfom the technique on all of them, but had a few bite marks on him. "s**t!" He cussed wiping the imaginary blow off of himself.

Guillotine Drop - C

The next technique would require a great deal of preparation. It was a C ranked complex technique. Chet read up on it's requirements and effects deeply before attempting it. The technique would start with releasing a quick surge of chakra through the body. This would be only the beginning however. The scroll described the sensation as startled. He certaintly felt that way and noticed that the movement he performed after releasing the chakra was much faster than his normal movements. The backhand portion he wouldn't have to practice. Chet had gone through pimp school and was a back hand master at that point. To give a back hand one must look sexy doing it. That was the nindo.

Chet would pratice the technique all together now. The release of chakra followed by the back hand. He found that the surge of energy threw his otherwise perfect slap off balance and wanted to perfect the timing and elegance. Chet performed the technique a couple of times until he felt satisfied with how it looked. He had a pimp convention coming up in the following month and he would not shame himself in front of 'No Lip Pete' again. Little smug b*****d.

More Zombies showed up. Chet grinned as he remembered the last slap fest he had with them while using his kekkei genkai technique. He slapped the unliving s**t out of them. Now he would get to do it all over again. Chet grinned right before they rushed at him. The first one to go had it's face slapped to oblivion. It's guts splattered all over the wall. Chet looked at the palm of his hand with widened eyes. "Holy s**t!" He shouted. He proceeded to slap the rest. All showing similiar results. The slap was not only incredibly strong, but the fastest attack Chet knew. It would most definately become one of his favorites.

Iron Back Hand - C

The Kaiser Fist obviously valued raw strength over anything else. It had techniques that weren't meant for actual combat, but to increase the practitioners strength. Chet would work out a little bit with the equipment the dojo let the shinobi use at their leisure. Working out was a good way to take your mind off of things. It was odd how Chet was a drug addict and alcoholic, but still had an understanding of building healthy hobbies and habits to take his mind off of things. He was a part time botanist! He spent a good hour on the work out session to get his muscles swoll. Wiping some sweat off his forehead Chet said to himself, "Time to get this show on the road."

Chet would work on his swing for the next hour. His attacks were never the same. Some times his punches went in arcs, some times in straight jabs or some times they were drunken flails. Kaiser Fist wanted him to practive punching in an arc like a baseball and to create momentum thus increasing his power. He used a boxing bag to train and by the end the bag was completely destroyed. He could feel himself much stronger now by following the scrolls guidelines. "Yeaaaaaaaah booooooy!!!" He shouted bumping his fists on his chest. "I'm gonna be so ********' dope by the end of the year bruuuuh!!"

Meaty Punch - C

Chet was now in the big boy B rank section. "Wow!" He announced while reading into the first technique of the new stage. They were much more complex than before even the simple techniques. The technique he was reading was named 'Breaking Lariat' it was very much his style. It would've been perfect in the Chuunin exam, but he was a little lazy ******** and the narrator was off that day. Anyways, he simulated the movement a couple of times. The part where the practitioner performs the charger with their arm in a specific position in an attempt to slam the opponent on the ground and even break their defenses.

Chet found a nice looking wall. He decided that he had already ruined most of the dojo. A stupid wall wouldn't bother anyone would it? He tried slamming against the wall to see if his impact would do something, but he just kept bouncing off. "What the ********!" Chet shouted in frustration. He knew he was doing something wrong, but couldn't put his litter stoner fingers on it. He found someone in the dojo with cigarettes to bum off of and started smoking in a dramatic, contemplative pose to figure out what he would do. Someone told him how you couldn't smoke in the dojo and he promptly told them to suck his balls.

Said person decided they wanted to confront Chet about it. Chet didn't really pay attention to what the guy was going on about. Something about disrespecting the air space and the dojo and tradition and blah blah blah. Chet blew a puff of smoke in the guy's face and he turned into an actual tomato. The punch that came at Chet's face was pretty fast, but the boy was in the heat of training, all of his muscles ready to explode into action. Chet ducked and tried using Breaking Lariat on the guy, but it didn't work out too well. The man wrapped his arms around Chet's waste and would proceed to lift him up. Except Chet was a master tactician and grabbed the man's pants. The more he lifted Chet the more Chet pulled down. "Let me go big boy. Otherwise it's gonna get pretty weird in a couple of seconds for ya."

The man scowled and let Chet down. Chet giggled and pulled his pants down anyways. The women in the dojo gasped and Chet laughed even harder. Using the opportunity Chet attempted the move one more time on the man as he tried to pull his pants up quickly and by all that is holy the boy sent that man straight into the ground before he could even cover his willy. "AAAAAAAAAAAAY!!" Chet shouted in glee. Instead of breaking a wall he broke an annoying fella.

Breaking Lariat - B

Golem Missile was a very odd name for a technique that had nothing to do with golems. Even for an odd individual like Chet Oni. "Man I wish I could make my own style." He mumbled while reading the scroll's contents. "I'd make the dopest names." Anyways he understood the concept well enough. Run, jump and then drop kick the poor son of a b***h. The focus was also on the distance and leg strength. Not so much the strength of the kick itself. "I ran track b***h come at me." He mumbled while stretching his legs. Someone in the distance would call for his attention. "Oh well look who it is!" Chet shouted with a smile on his face. "Mr. Willy!" He laughed whole heartedly at his joke while the 3 men looked at him with scowls on their faces.

Chet saw this as a perfect opportunity to test out his new technique. The 3 man would start walking towards him while he continued his stretches. He raised his hands in alarm while continuing his exercise and shouted "stop!" The three actually did stop and looked at him in angry confusion. "So how you guys doin'?" Chet asked in an attempt to stall the three. The one Chet had beaten earlier pointed at Chet with a scowl on his face and said "You don't belong in this dojo and we're here to make sure you get out and never come back!" Chet nodded sagely while stretching. "Yeah ok I get you I get, buuuut. How about we talk about this I mean c'mon you thought what I did was funny too right? Everyone laughed!" Chet said without a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

The man turned into a tomato again. "Oh boy you're upset again. I'm so sorry." Chet said almost done with the stretching. "We're gonna beat the s**t out of you!" One of the new guys shouted. They started moving again and Chet tried to stall more, but they didn't buy it this time. With a sigh he took a proper stance and dashed towards them. They all took positions as well taken back by his sudden agressiveness. "Here we gooooooooooo!" Chet shouted before taking a powerful leap towards the one on the far right. His foot came down and hooked the back of the man's skull. Throwing him on the floor unconcsious. Chet landed on the ground and rolled away. He gained distance on the three before the even knew what had happened.

"Round two!" Chet shouted in a generic Japanese fighting game announcer voice. He dashed again at the now two men and did the same maneuver on the one of the left. He would land on the ground and roll away again. "Ooooooooh and that's 10 point for Chet Oni! Such grace!" He shouted with his arms lifted in triumph. "You freak!" The middle man shouted before running away. Chet sighed in dissapointment. He wanted to test it out for a third time to make sure he had really nailed it. "Oh well." He mumbled before sitting down to the next technique. "Ah s**t." He mumbled. It was another armor technique.

Golem Missile - B

Chet groaned in actual pain. Another armor technique. The rewards was definately the struggle, but good God Almighty it would take him for ever to achieve it. He knew right off the bat that he had to read it thoroughly to get it down right. He looked in between the lines for anything he wasn't comprehending. The history of the technique was also inside of the scroll. It was made by a struggling practitioner much like Chet. "Well would you ******** look at that!" Chet shouted with an ironic tone and annoyed expression. "Another ******** armor technique!" Chet laid on his back and tried thinking about the uses for the technique and how it would help in the future in order to motivate himself.

Instead of thinking about the future, Chet went back to the past. He remembered one time when he became absurdly intoxicated and began a small rampage through the village. It took several people to take him down. He wondered how long he would've lasted if he the techniques he had at that moment. He scratched the mark on his back. Some times he swore he could feel it pulsing. He thought about when he'd take the time to learn how to use it. "Pfft ******** that. Crazy a** ******** doctor. Good thing I didn't pay his a**." Chet remembered running out of the office completely numb. The dream that still plagued him. That figure at the end that kills his younger selves. It sent chills down the spine of someone that forgot was fear was.

Chet thought it'd be a good idea to hone his other armor abilities before trying the higher ranking ability. This one was different where it didn't only increase endurance, but physically made him stronger. He wanted to fully grasp the concept of armor techniques. He activated the stimulating armor and deactivated repeatedly. Then moving on to working out while using the armor and performing basic techniques. It was amazing how his body didn't feel like it was getting tired at all. Then in the corner of his eye, Chet noticed some people approaching. He grinned with glee. "Oh yeeeeeeeeeah! More filler!" He shouted. The men all looked confused and angry.

Chet pointed at the one in the middle. It was the same from before. "Hey guy! I really apreciate you coming back! It takes so long to learn this s**t! But with you here it goes by like it's nothing!" The man turned into a tomato who had no idea what was going on. "You're ******** insane! You do not belong here and do not deserve that head band!" The man shouted. Chet's left eye twitched at his words now. They echoed inside his mind together with the voices of others who said he didn't deserve to be a shinobi. Before he didn't care, but now something was different. "What the ******** did you say?" Chet asked. "You heard me! You're a disgrace to konoha shin- GAH" Chet was grabbing him by the throat before he could finish.

Chet looked upset for the first time in a while. It wasn't battle hype either. "What the ******** did you say? Tell me a third time I couldn't hear you." He asked. The men around him all looking at the scene in shock. The man who had his throat lifted in the air couldn't seem to get words out due to Chet's grip. Chet released it a little to give him air. "I said you're a disgrace to the shinobi you fu-" Chet would slam his body on the ground before he got a chance to finish. "COME ONE!" He shouted at the men. A thin layer of chakra surrounded his body.

The men charged at him. Each skilled in taijutsu enough and some wielding wooden swords. Chet could feel power like never before coursing through his body. He dodged the attacks seemlessly and when they managed to hit him with something he felt nothing. "IS THIS ALL YOU HAVE TO OFFER?!" He shouted feeling the battle hype now. He let them attack him for a while before he finally began his assault. The first would recieve a powerful blow to the stomach. A circular manifestation of air would appear on the man's back showing how powerful the punch was. The next would try to grab Chet from behind only to be thrown over his shoulder. Chet would place his foot down on the man's chest while holding his arm and break it. His scream of agony was music to his ears.

The men did not hesitate to continue their assault even after watching his brutality. Two of them managed to grab a hold of his arms while another assaulted him from the front. "HIT ME HARDER! HARDER HAHAHAH!!" He shouted before using both his arms to slam the two who grabbed them into the one attacking him from the front. The three dropped after the impact creating a pile of bodies. Chet snapped his head towards the remaining four with a savage look in his eyes. The skull mask making him look like a psychopath. The man who started the whole ordeal was among the four. Chet pointed at him. "You ******** with the wrong ninja! I'm boutta throw these hands all over you, b***h!"

Chet dashed towards the four towards the instigator. Oddly enough the other three stood in front of the coward in an attempt to defend him. Chet grit his teeth as a sign of irritation. They seemed much more skilled than the others that Chet had taken down and did in fact put up a much harder fight. One came at him with a sweeping jump kick that Chet promptly ducked. Another came at him from below with a kick towards his face. Chet managed to block with his forearms and expected to be thrown back, but his eyes widened when his body remained firm in place. "Oooooh yeaaah." He said with a grin.

Chet quickly reached for the leg of the man that attacked him with a sweep kick and grabbed the arm of the man that kicked at his face. He would then proceed to slam their bodies on the ground repeatedly. He let them down once he thought they were done and turned to face the remaining two, but felt something grab his chest. Chet looked down and found two arms wrapped around his abdomen. "s**t." He cursed before his world turned upside down. Next thing he knew his head was being smashed against the ground. "Did I just get German Suplexed?" He asked the guy that was about to kick him in the face. "Oh boy." The moment the kick connected he acted as if he had passed out. The man that had german suplexed him let his body fall and they both high fived. "Crazy ********." One of them said.

Chet's eyes opened the moment he realized he was exceeding the post count and got back up. Everyone looked at him in shock. "We gotta wrap this s**t up boys." He said grabbing their heads together and smashing them together. They both fell unconscious. He looked over at the remaining two and said "Yeah I gotta learn something new bye."

Invigorating Armor - B

Chet would now begin the ultra mega super awesome Bulky Punch training regimine. Muscle expansion, mind expansion, intense sparring, primal screaming and endurance expansion. The muscle expansion revolved around working out to his limit. Working out until he could barely move and his muscles locked. Mind expansion was about meditation to release what ever locks his mind had on his muscles. Facing demons blah blah blah that type of deal. Intense sparring was sort of like the battle he had with the several men that for some reason hated Chet. "I pulled the guy's pants off." Oh yeah. Right. Anyways primal screaming was all about releasing the inner rage inside of one's self and natural instinct guide him. And endurance expansion was just that. He would put his body to the test. Endure torture to evolve.

Chet went back to the weights. He spent even longer there than last time. He pushed his body to the limit. After a couple of hours he finally quit. His breathing was heavy, body covered in sweat. At that point he had taken off his shirt and was exposing to the world his collection of tattoos and scars. His muscles were all swollen making him look bigger than he actually was. He slapped himself in the face a couple of times and felt the weakness in his arms. "AAAAH!" He shouted pacing back and forth. He wanted to continue, but his body wasn't cooperating. He knew it was time to go to mental expansion.

Chet was not a very patient person or good at meditating, but today he said ******** it and tried his hand at it. Sitting down on the ground he took some sake. Then some more. And then a little bit more. Getting drunk was his method of getting real. He just didn't realize it yet. Sitting with his legs crossed he closed his eyes and tried to get inside of himself to unlock the potential in his muscles. "Hmmmmmmmmmmm" He tried immitating the sound monks made, but that didn't really help. It just made him look stupid. Honestly to anyone watching Chet since he walked into the academy he had gone through a whole ******** oddessy of emotions. His body wobbled left to right for what ever reason. It's not like he had to balance himself. He was sitting down for God's Sake. "Hehehe. Sake." Chet giggled to himself.

Inside his mind Chet found the being that haunted his dreams recently. The being that represented his future self. Chet couldn't make out his face out. He just knew it was him. "Yooooooo. You look so dope bruh!" Chet shouted. He was in the throne room from before when he was getting the curse mark. His yo echoed throughout the massive room. His future self remained silence sitting on the throne. Just as Chet was about to say something else his future self silenced him. "You are weak, boy. Listen to yourself speak. You are careless. You will lead all of those around you to ruin. You are not worth the air you breathe." Those were the words of the future Chet. Chet frowned. "Hey! ******** you man! Come here say that s**t to my face you p***y!" Before he had the chance to blink his future self was grabbing him by the throat. "Oh..." Chet let out as his body was lifted from the ground.

"You are wasting time. You need to accept your reality." Future Chet was a manifestation of Chet. It did not represent what Chet would become. Or did it? It could have been Chet's subconscious working behind the scenes to guide the drug addict into the right path. "What the ******** do you know?" He let out while grabbing the arm of his apparently future self. "You parents are dead. You know this. Now accept it. Stop using it as an excuse to kill yourself. Don't you see death will not come to you? You are numb without reason. You will learn the hard way that life has so much more it can take from you." Future Chet said before throwing his body on the ground. Chet hadn't felt physical pain like that since he got the curse mark. The person inside of his head was truly very strong. He could taste the metallic blood leaking from his mouth.

Chet would immediately get himself up and attempt to land a kick on Future Chet's face. The man was already gone before he lifted himself. The kick meeting only air. Then a sharp pain on his back would present itself. Then his body would fly forward. His body rolling and skipping against the ground like a rock in a pond. He only stopped when he met with the wall. "AAAAH!" He shouted feeling his bones breaking. More blood spraying out of his mouth. His future self staying where he was at a distance. "THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE MIND EXPANSION NOT ENDURANCE EXPANSION YOU ********!" Chet got up with the help of his arms that trembled. He stood up and put his arms up in a fighting stance. He was obviously under a lot of pain. "I can do this all day old man!" Chet shouted. Then he flying again.

Chet woke up with his eyes widened. His heart was racing. "What in the hell?" He asked himself as he rubbed his face with his right palm. Some people were watching him with worried looks. "Are you ok man? You were screaming some really weird things dude." Chet looked at them with a pissed off glare. "What the ********? You people are the weirdos here. Watching a motha ******** sleep and s**t! Get the ******** out my face bruh!" After they dispersed he tried to recall what the next session was about. "Oh yeah. Intense sparring." He stretched his muscles out now that he could feel them again. The pleasure was almost orgasmic. The dojo was now dead silent. No one, but Chet. It probably wasn't, but his mind saw it as such. Zombies would begin to pour in from every entrance. "It's party time."

They would all rush at him. These zombies were different right off the bat. They ran and the moment Chet made contact with one he realized that they were also capable of performing techniques. Chet dodged them left and right. His body reacting accordingly to their savage movements. He sent his fist into the jaw of a zombie with so much force that it got lodged inside. He gave the creature a look of annoyance and pulled back his arm. The head coming back with his hand. Chet now had a zombie head boxing glove. After a long battle with all of the zombies Chet finally cleared the room. Thousands of dead zombie corpses littered the dojo except not really.

Now it was time for his favorite. Primal screaming. "******** YYYYYYYYYEAAAAAAAAAH!! I'M GONNA RIP YOUR HEAD OUT AND BURN MY INITIALS INTO YOUR EYE BALL! I'M GONNA ******** YOU SO HARD I'M GONNA MAKE YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH ME! MY SOUL IS MARKED BY DESPAIR AND ANGUISH! LOOK INTO MY EYES AND LET ME SHOW YOU! I'M GONNA TURN YOUR SKIN INTO A TOILET PELT! LOOK ME IN THE EYES WHEN I STAB YOU! YOUR LAST WORDS WILL BE 'I LOVE YOU CHET'! YOUR BLOOD FUELS MY DESIRE TO REPRESS HOMOSEXUAL TENDENCIES! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T WANNA DIE?! I WILL MURDER YOUR BABIES! I WILL SWALLOW YOUR SOUL AND s**t IT OUT ON YOUR LIFELESS CORPS! YOUR BLOOD ISN'T EVEN WORTH BATHING IN!" Chet screamed all of these incoherent things in the face of a small child that just so happened to be in the dojo. Said child looked at him with tears in his eyes and shaky lips. "CRY FOR MEEEEEEE AHAHAHHAAH!!"

The next stage was the endurance expansion and well Chet had that planned out as well. The kids parents and friends all beat the living hell out of Chet. Them, the people Chet beat up earlier, the people that were watching Chet sleep, the dojo staff and the zombies. While he was being pummeled Chet laughed in glee that he was done with his training. Kaiser Fist was indeed his type of style. Once they all thought he was dead or unconscious Chet opened up his eyes. His body covered in bruises he sat himself up. A tinge of sadness found it's way across his face. He was so good at making enemies. It made him wonder once again what he was doing in Konoha. He remembered the rogue girl who asked him if he would stay in the rogue village or come back. He killed that thought. Not important.

Bulky Punch - A

I said it's too late for me.

 

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Jojo walked into the Dojo and looked around, there seemed to be a few shinobi training; there seemed to be enough room to learn few things. He tied his headband around his waist and decided to begin, he looked over the massive wall of diagrams and thought carefully. He knew what he wanted to learn but... was it going to be the best thing for him?
He looked it over with intent, he knew that this moment was going to shapoe his shinboi career... and his career in the future. He paced in front of the wall for sometime before deciding on two (( 2 )) of the scrolls that laid before him. He walked ovet to a seemingly empty space of the Dojo and opened the scrolls. Both of the scrolls were to futher
utilize his gunbai and that made him happy. They were both defensive jutsu but sometimes the best offense was a great defense. He held his gunbai in his hand and he fiddled with it

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He read over the first scroll carefully. Though they were just the start of the techniques, they were the most important to learn. After learning these techniques; it would only make it easier for Joji to grasp. He held his gunbai out in front of him and stood in a defensive stance, he imagained an enemy out in front of him throwing a kunai. He held his gunbai out in front of him and instead of taking the full brunt of the 'imaginary' kunai; he angled his gunbai off to the side.
In this motion, he would cushion the blow of an oncoming attack and let it roll off to the side. He worked on this stance for sometime before deciding to apply it. He summoned a clone from the ether and gave it a kunai, he knew that this was risky but he needed to be able to apply this technique in real combat. The clone stood a few paces in front of him and hurled the kunai. He didn't want to make it obvious that defensive was going to be the way to go. So, he decided to wait last minute
to make a defensive play. Right before the kunai struck, he decided to tilt his gunbai and let the gunbai guied the kunai in a different direction away from Joji. He felt closer to his own brothers learning his first Gunbai. LIttle victories were steps on the way to larger ones.

Feeling confident, Joji rolled up the first scroll and placed his next to the other. He didn't want to just place them wherever but he was far from done. He unwrapped the second scroll and lookeed it over, this was something that he was rather good at. He smiled to himself and walked into the empty area. This jutsu seemed to show the use how to 'sweep' away the area incase of an airborn particulate. Though the aresa of effect wasn't too large, it would still come in handy when he would need
it. He knew that if he was going to become the first Gyoji-Shinobi that he would have to learn all the techniques regardless of the usefulness of the jutsu itself. He held his gunbai firmly in one hand and concentrated his chakra ans stamina in it. He sometimes relied on his gunbai, but he was going to make it part of his strength. He fanned the air in front of him and felt the breeze rush through the room. He knew that he was of the fuuton chakra element and felt the breeze. H eknew that he was catching
on quickly and craved to learn more. He walked over the wrapped up the scroll, carrying them both back; he eyeballed the wall for more techniques.

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Uchiwa no Sokyaku [ Rejection of the Fan ] // Aogukoto [ Fanning ] -- Learned [[ w// reductions -3 total ]]

 

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Joji walked to the wall once more and snagged two (( 2 )) scrolls from the wall, he needed to make sure that he was the authority in the Gunbai by the time the training was over. He walked back to his little empty spot in the dojo and opened one of the scrolls.
He thought about what his brothers could be doing right now, this was the longest time that he has gone without seeing them; but at the same time... they were his biggest rivals. He wanted to be the best and that was going to be his only option. He only really competition
and proving that you were the best. Growing up he was always just slightly competitive, but Joji now believed that he hard sense of competition... now more then ever. He knew that he had to become stronger to overcome whatever obsticles that were going to be in his way.
He made a promise to himself that he wasn't going to stray away from his goals, no matter how hard they seemed.

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He looked over the scroll and it seemed like this was going to be a stronger version of the scroll that he had learned before this. Though that technique was fresh in his mind, this one was going to be slightly more difficult to learn. He read the scroll over for a second time before deciding
to stand in the stance of the Gyoji. This stance was everything, he had watched his brother before him take on this stance on several occaisions. Whether is was at call a Sumo Match or to utilize a Uchiwa Technique. It was something that was all to familiar to him, he stood there for a moment and swung his GUnbai in front of him
only to slightly tilt it upon the full extention of his arm. He wasn't going to celebrate too early, he once again needed to prove that he was able to apply it in combat. He once again summoned a clone from his chakra and handed it a kunai. After an few paced the clone launched the kunai at him.
It seemed like it was coming really fast but he knew the stance and the technique. He lifted his gunbai at the last moment and tilted it off to his right side. The kunai went kareening into the wall, Joji then spun and released a wave of chakra from his Gunbai. The additional technique was the
Sabre Technique, it was the last thing that his father showed him before allowing Joji to make this journey.

Joji was happy that he was able to learn so many techniques and reference it to something that he had seen in the past from his brothers. He looked down at his gunbai and in a way felt proud of it as well. He knew that he wouldn't have been able to learn the things that he was learning without it. The feeling of longing to see his brothers and father came shortly thereafter,
but in no case was he going to stop from his personal mission. He needed to show them that being a Gyoji wasn't just calling matches but... winning. Joji needed to win this sense of respect from them and he wasn't going to lose. He rolled up the first scroll and walked back to the corner, he looked at the second scroll and knew that this was going to he harder then the pervious.
While he looked it over, he realized that this was a weapon based genjutsu. This was something that he wasn't ever able to really grasp. He made sure that he read the scroll over carefully, he didn't want to screw this up on the first round. He juggled his gunbai in one hand, it always seemed to hone his focus and help him think. Utilizing the Samurai Sabre Technique, he juggled the gunbai out in front of him.
The chakra coming off his gunbai and the release handsign that he use in the other began to ring though the room. He continued to juggle and broadcast this off technique. After a moment of sweat, he head the gunbai right in front of his face and use the Kai [Release] handsign in the other. The newly learned genjutsu was dispelled and Joji took a seat right on the floor.
Genjutsu whether it was front his beloved gunbai or not was difficult for him to do. He shook his head in momenary fatigue and stood up, something came to mind and knew that he needed to learn an essential... he rolled up the scrolls and placed them back on the wall.

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Mawaru Sokyaku [ Spinning Rejection ] // Gunbai no Enka [ Beacon of the War Fan ] -- Learned w/ proper reductions (( - 3 total ))