Mowing the Lawn [O/T]

[Hoarfrost Imp]

Here in this open field the wind blew fiercely, ruffling the hair of one single person in it;s clearing. Pink hair played in the wind and behind closed lids hid pale milky while eyes. The season being summer meant the trees were in full blood, covering the world with color and the leaves that were lucky enough to escape their branch would only be luckier to not meet her blade. It was open field everywhere save for fifteen meters tot he left where the treeline started. With her legs splayed out wide she settled into a stance, an old tattered katana on her left him, gripped near the tsuba and drawn with a blink of the eye. The result being a literal wave of compressed air pressure screaming through the air and smashing into a tree.

Everywhere on the wind the leaves scattered, flying about, headed right towards her. Only when the earthen scent of freshly splintered wood reached her nose did she open her eyes. Veins bulged and her Byakugan activated, viewing everything and everyone directly in front of her for 100 meters in a cone. On her right hip the legendary crimson princes lay settled, hilts crossed with her Cryo/Thermal combo Katana. At the small of her back she have a pair of short swords crossed and the massive Bursendo staff katana. Despite her eyes being on she wore a simple gas mask that covered her features but left her hair free to billow. On her hip hung her bag with her map and compass and beneath her cloak were a slot worth of exploding collars and devices. a Single radio as well.

The leaves were close and the moment they reached her the sword returned to it's sheathe and she was a blur of motion. Nothing was allowed to touch the ground, her fingers sliced through leaf after leaf, using her gentle fist style to obliterated anything that fell within her 5 meter range. Back and forth her eyes looked, only locked forward when she had enough information and letting her brain calculate while her all seeing eye cave her 359 degrees of unhindered vision. Over and over and over she stabbed, jabbed, hooked, her fingers slicing through air and leaf, as if to rip holes in reality itself.

Just moments, all it took, the leaves that approached her hopeful to land and make their host tree proud not lay scattered along the ground or drifting across on the wind, the aftermath of a massacre. She hadn't even broke a sweat yet...shame. Mother nature would grow many trees from the one she downed. That was just how Nature worked, beautiful thing.

[Aimi Kaguya]

Walking along the roads was a young man, average height and golden haired, whistling a tune to himself that mimicked some phantom song in his head. The road snaked its way through the woods, headed away from the Kusagakure and out towards the small nation's capital, Aokusa - his first stop on his two week journey to the land of wind. He carried a few things with him, namely a bundle of three swords, katanas, strapped over his right shoulder, the cloth that bound them in his right first. On his right hip was his buttbag, filled with various shinobi gear and on his left hip was his katana. At first glance, it might appear that he was traveling somewhere looking for a fight, or maybe a traveling sword salesmen. One observant look at his upper left thigh would reveal that he was a shinobi of the country.

He took in a deep breath through his nose as he whistled, inhaling the scent of the jungle like forest, very different from the city and grass that he was used to. It smelt good, he liked it. The warm air and sunlight on his skin, poking through the shade of the trees, the various sounds of wildlife off in the distance away from the main road, the feel of the dirt beneath his feet - all but bare save for a set of cloth wrappings. He didn't feel nearly as hot as some would feel in this environment because of his almost entirely white attire. This was his vacation. Traveling by himself towards his detention, planning it out as it came along, taking in sights and just enveloping himself in the world... Aimi loved traveling.

A crash no far off drew his attention. He stopped walking and whistling and went on the alert, as his training as a shinobi had taught him to be. Birds shouted their displeasure with whatever it was as they flew away, and other sounds seemed to just die out. Somewhere up ahead, a tree fell... or at least he thought one had. He wasn't too sure, but he was on the alert. Whatever it was, he didn't know if it was friendly... his journey began.

He walked forward, unassumingly as if nothing had happened. Call him paranoid, which he was in a sense, but Aimi had no idea who could see him then and there and who couldn't. He didn't want to give any indication that he was aware of his surroundings... just in case. He debated to himself whether he was just being paranoid or not but decided it was better safe than sorry. Besides, the road was leaving the trees behind up ahead. Emerging from the trees, Aimi began to whistle again as he walked along the road, his head turning this way and that to see if he could see anyone or anything along the line of trees.

And, not too surprisingly, he did. A woman, off the road into the small field of grass off to his left, not too far from the trees. She was moving... quite a bit actually. Almost frantically in his eyes, like there was something wrong with her or something attacking her. Was she trying to defend herself? He stopped in his tracks and stopped whistling abruptly, again, and watched, taking in information bit by bit. It became apparent to him that she was trying to strike some leaves from out of the air, this woman. Looking over towards the tree line, he was that one had fallen... had she done that? Looking back to her, he saw that she had a sword at her hip, just like him! Was she a shinobi? Or maybe a student of Bousen like himself? A master? He hoped not ont he latter part, he'd not even been gone from the village for a day! He wasn't ready to go back just yet.

Maybe I should go talk to her... Aimi thought to himself, already turning off of the road and into the field of grass even before he'd finished his thought. He raised his left arm up into the air and waved it, calling out, "Hello!" as he did to get her attention, not wanting her to think he'd sneaked up on her.

[Hoarfrost Imp]

By the time her flurry of movement had stopped she was already taking in a deep breath, odd how something like the smell of freshly cut leaves translated differently in her mind. In the world where the sane people existed with no crazy thoughts there was merely a toppled tress and a mess of leaves on the ground, mostly cut in her direction for what the wind had caught, but in her mind she saw it different as it was merely training to keep her mind on track. Through the Hyuuga teens eyes she saw a toppled building where the tree stood, cracked pavement, pitted gravel, the roaring rustle of the trees by the wind werent a soothing harmony, but a dull roar of flames in the background. This was how she trained, putting herself in the middle of the war.

Where the leafs lay scattered around her she saw bodies, ruined, twisted, distorted, destroyed and brutalized beyond mercy. She was this machine, a monster, abomination and she did it in the name of one village. "Otoga---" Snapped form battle headspace the world called out to her, man of dust and earth screamed out towards her and she snapped her attention that way. Slowly she reached up to untie her mask and hang it around the back waistline of her pants, hiding over the symbol of Oto that her own headband adorned, otherwise appearing as a simply blue sash tied about her hips from the front. here she zoomed in considerably, scanning him over, looking deep within and checking his chakra points.

Well spaced, though they bore a striking similarity to the man who hit on her 4 years ago, that disgusting Kaguya man named Eric from the Earth Nation. Filthy manpig. Towards the man she marched, unsure if this man was of any relation to Eric or actually shared any ties to the same unique blood he carried, the way his skeletal structure seemed lined with his chakra points (presumably as per the clans ability) pointed towards such but that was for another time. It only took several leaps to put herself three meters from the man, having turned off the marvelous Byakugan by the time she got there to conceal further self revealing secrets. Hell if she could have pulled it off, she'd have acted blind.

Standing tall and still, or as tall as a 5 foot tall adult young adult could she leveled a nonchalant stare at him. He was decked out with weapons too, katanas, and she was suddenly interested to see who had the better blade. The tattered one that hung from her left hip hadn't seen action yet at all and she was interested to test it out.

"Hello." she replied simply "Is there something I can assist you with?" Presuming he didn't move before she got there, which would be all completely caught within the range of her eyes, she could not that he was a Nin of this nation. "Am I pray I have not stepped upon any private land..." Stern maybe, but respect for property and peoples rights were important.

[Aimi Kaguya]

Aimi stopped as the woman, whoever she was, turned towards him, his mouth pulled into a tight line as he saw the mask over her face - a dark gas mask with big, round eyes that stared back at him like he were a predator. He hadn't been able to see the mask from the road because of the distance and her movement. In fact, the only way he'd been able to tell she was a woman int he first place was the general shape of her body. Even then, he hadn't been completely sure until she turned to him. As he stood with his arm up in the air, he half wished that he hadn't for a moment.

Thankfully, she removed her mask and Aimi was able to get a decent look at her face. He was a bit surprised with how childish she looked, and her eyes had to have been the lightest shade of blue he'd ever seen. Before he could get a much better look at her from a distance, she was leaping towards him. Before he knew it, she was right in front of him and he could see that her eyes were more of a pale white than blue, certainly nothing like his deep blue eyes. He lowered his arm down to his hip and looked down at her, being a decent bit taller than she was. If there was any doubt that she had shinobi training before, it was erased by the way she'd approached him, but he didn't think that she was from his village. A foreigner?

She spoke... very formally, like she knew she was addressing an elder or to someone of higher rank, which he doubted. He was only a genin after all... not that she'd know that. Maybe she was just respectful. It was a bit refreshing really, being a genin at the village who had failed the chunin exams several times now due to "fatigue" hadn't garnered him the best reputation. He was outside of the village now though, and would be for the next couple of weeks. That didn't matter, what mattered right then and there was the girl in front of him. And so began Aimi's first littler detour.

"No no, you're fine," he said, shaking his head a bit. "I'm pretty sure this is public space, it's pretty close to the road after all." To illustrate his point, he turned half way and pointed back the way he'd come wading through the tall grass, signifying the road it lead to. He turned back to her and adjusted his right shoulder, making the bundle of blades bounce. "I just saw that you were... moving about, and wanted to see if you were alright or needed help. I'm guessing you were training... or something?" he asked, trying not to be nosy but at the same time wanting to keep the conversation going. She seemed nice enough after all, and it wasn't often he got to talk to strangers. Who knows? Maybe she'd end up being a traveling companion for him, at least until they got to Aokusa.

At the moment though, he couldn't help but notice the state her blade was apparently in. He couldn't see the blade itself, but his time as a swordsman had taught him that the state of the case often reflected the state of the blade. By the looks of it, she was very experienced with the sword. "I don't suppose I could see your sword?" he asked as politely as possible. "I'm curious about it and how you use it..."

[Hoarfrost Imp]

She was well on her was into her training when this man had shown up and though he spoke a polite and well mannered game, his hand dropping towards his hip almost cost him the tranquility of what could still be a decent conversation. So she went along, waiting till he touched his handle without a doubt so she may lead in with a firm crushing blow to his chakra point above the heart, the natural epicenter of flow. If anything it'd knock him on his ass and close off the chakra point till he either pass out and died from lacking medical attention or in the best case scenario had a long intimate relationship with the ground.Tensions dissolved when he turned to motion towards the road, something only a fool, innocent or devious man would do if they were a warrior.

"Ahh good, I would hate to have been tearing up someones land and have to clean it up. That tree looks heavy." She laughed, a young high octave chime of bells and mirth, her eyes never leaving him but they were at least soft around the edges. It cut short when his katana rattled as he faced her again, fighting every single nerve ending in her whole right side from reaching for the tattered blade on her hip, nostrils flaring slightly. He wasn't a threat, he couldn't be, not with him letting her get this close less he believed himself the superior fighter in this regard. "I indeed was training, a little something that is near and dear to my heart." The renowned Gentle Fist, but if he wasn't asking she wasn't tell, hell even if he did ask she would just brush it off. Friendly was one thing, invasive something else entirely.

She could see his attention was close to her hip, the old blade, the one in considerably worse condition than the others. of course he was interested in it, maybe he was a blacksmith. Lots of maybes with this one... "See the blade?" She asked as if it was a silly question, which it was, but she dared to let a little smirk pass by her lips as she grasped her sword by the hilt, the old guard clacking noisily, shuffling about on her hip as if the damned thing was going to fall apart any second. Her grip shifted towards the Tsuba, grasping nice and tight and her muscle tensed.

The way she drew the blade there was no way she was going to cut him from this distance, She even too the liberty of planting one foot backwards and aiming herself to slash at the air above them when she finally pulled. It was just a blink, no less than that, a pull and a push, yanking the blade till the dull tarnished metal shined and slamming it back to the hit with an earsplitting spike of noise, like firing a .223 carbine without earmuffs. The world simple erupted into, ironically, silence after the deafening crash of metal on metal, preceded by a ringing. Everything with an eardrum within 5 meters would likely be stunned for iSAGHGm71-4 rounds.

Presuming he stood around to watch the innocent act, she would simply smile a coy grin at the man. "Was that enough for you, or would you like another look?" She was sensitive about that blade, she was absent for a whole year escorting some scholar fuck boy across the country only to have him die, let a missing ninja from another nation escape ALL WHILE traveling with her annoying fucking counterpart. Riza. However close she ever stood to him would be as close to seeing this blade he'd get till they were on a "regular" speaking basis.

SPOILER: Click to show

Keihatsu Ryuu: Ryūmeisen (Dragon Howl Flash)
Rank: "C"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: A sheathing technique that momentarily stuns opponents around the user.
Special: ---
Drawback: Cannot be used within 3 movements of performing a Battōjutsu technique.
Description: An unusual technique in which one uses the godspeed of Battōjutsu to sheathe the sword rather than to draw it in a practice known as Shinsoku Nōtōjutsu (God-speed Sheathing). The speed and force creates a miniature sonic boom that can be used to temporarily stun opponents with particularly sensitive or acute hearing by affecting their auditory nerves. This technique takes up no movements. Any opponent within 5 meters of the user will become stunned for 1d4 rounds. Any opponent passed the first section whom are within 5 meters will become stunned for 1 round.
Limit: Must learn from a Master of Busōsen (Arms Flash). Must know Keihatsu Ryuu: Battōjutsu (Art of Drawing the Blade).

1-4

[Aimi Kaguya]

Her laugh was high pitched and happy sounding. It reminded him of a friend, long sense passed from his life and it made him smile. He was aware of the fact that she wasn't looking away from him. Definitely a shinobi of some kind. So why hadn't he seen her before? Was she a friend or a foe? He wasn't sure, but he wasn't jumping to conclusions either. What he knew was she was tense, almost nervous, perhaps just jittery after being physically active. Who could say. What he knew was what she told him, that she was in fact training. He doubted that she'd knocked the tree down with her bare hands before, so he had to assume that it was with the sword, something that he was capable of doing himself - but he was a fair bit bigger and stronger than she was he'd wager. Not that it mattered when it came to the blade, it's all about technique.

Aimi was going to say something, continue the conversation going on about her and her sword, perhaps switch it up a bit and bring up his. He had no intention of getting hostile in the slightest. He was in his home country after all, and not far from the Kusagakure to boot. He was safe there. His optimism fell from him in an instant though, plunged down into a dark depth of surprise and confusion as she took a stance, moving one foot back, her off foot, one hand on the sheath the other on the hilt. The smile dropped from his face in an instant, pulled down from his expression with lead weights of clarity:

He knew that stance.

A flash of steel in the afternoon sun. The sound of metal escaping it's captivities to sing gloriously. An instant, too fast for the eye to properly perceive, and then it was over. The roaring blade went back from whence it came with a sonic boom, a shock wave that forced his eyes open and made his ears ring, deafeningly loud. For a second, he was completely blind as his sense of balance and sight were toyed with by the technique she'd used, one that he himself knew! The Dragon Howl Flash, something that could end a confrontation in an instant.

He wobbled on the spot, reaching up and clutching the side of his head with his left hand, his right loosening a bit on the grip he had on his bundle of swords. He hunched over a bit and took a step back, completely unsure of what was happening but completely mindful of the fact that he couldn't move properly. For the moment, he was stuck, at her mercy wit his ears ringing to the point of deafness and his mind rattled by one, constant, blaring though:

"You know Busōsen!?" he asked shakily, the only thing he could really do at the moment. His words to him sounded like muted footsteps, but he knew she'd hear it just fine. Right then and there he didn't know if she was actively attacking him or not. What mattered was at least attempting to keep her busy or distracted long enough that he could get on even footing with himself.

[Hoarfrost Imp]

The blade slamming home had done it's job and where he wobbled he looked on with a mixture of a good few bits of emotion. Confusion sure but maybe anger and a dash of surprise, the way the blade dug into it's home had been smooth and it felt right to her. It was the look that passed over his features that convinced her she was torturing a harmless man. Her smile was less a smile and more a sad upward turn of the lips, taking the time to actively remove her blades off her person one by one. The staff blade, the crimson princess, the double short swords, her enhanced katana, all of the sharp. pointy, stabby stabby weapons of death save for the old tattered blade she kept on her, though the blade was facing vertically to the ground in a harmless position.

With both hands up and out at her sides she took only one step in his direction with her eyes on his, more assurance that the single blade was all she had on and it was currently in a harmless position, she even lowered one hand to turn it so the blade would be drawn reverse style in the event it were to be used. "You are correct, I do know Busosen and I know plenty other things, this just so happens to be the least lethal one of them all." She only approached him if he let her, walking in at the angle that would put her closest to the inner guard of his blades if he recovered suddenly and decided she was not a hostile enemy of... she checked again. Kusa. She knew this and here she was being a bitch.

No point in standing if one was rocked, he could fall and hit his head then she'd be in for it for sure. Presuming she was let in and she put a slender arm behind his back, she offered help towards the shade and up against a trunk of one of the trees around here, at least here he wouldn't just free fall, he could slump to a seat. "I must apologize, I am constantly on the road, walking, people see me and I am young and just... it's hard to not be harassed out here when you are a young woman." Which was true, that Eric fellow? A thirty year old man, having the nerve to hit on her when she was 13 years old. Fucking perverts. "for it I will offer you my name."

Presuming this paralysis still persisted she'd simply slide one of her hands within his, giving the faintest squeeze and a genuinely soft smile "I am Rahael, it is a pleasure to meet you and I cannot apologize enough for the grave state I have put you in sir." Age didn't matter, sir was respectful enough she hoped, recalling back to the village information center Sound and Grass were... "Uuugh...dammit." Allies. "Let me rephrase that." She groaned "I am Rahael, shinobi of Otogakure and it seems we are allies..." She looked at the damn headband twice and she is just NOW remembering this? Perhaps she should have taken that vacation.

Moving from her spot to the twitchy jerky feet of Aimi she withdrew her blade form it's sheath, clearly rugged and pitted, worn to the fuller and had seen better days. With it she placed it on the ground, blade towards herself and placed a hand on it's hilt and another on the body of the blade. "Please forgive my rude approach towards you, it was strictly a precaution. I understand if you harbor any ill will towards me." And now she kept her head bowed, forehead kissing the grass till he was all well and better, able to move and such.

"_{Way to go idiot...}" she hissed beneath her breath at herself. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. That little child in her that never got to be just that, wanted to cry but she knew she wouldn't let it. If Mayu found out she'd likely be reprimanded severely at the hands of the Kusakage. Or both of them, who knew, Mayu was hard to read sometimes.

[Aimi Kaguya]

Was she mocking him? Was that the reason she was just standing there, smiling at him? He couldn't do anything but watched as she removed her weaponry one by one, each one revealing itself to be some sort of fancy blade more complicated than the last. The only one she didn't remove was the one she struck with, and that was the one he was afraid of most. The other swords were big and cumbersome, they were somehow... inelegant in his eyes. They screamed for attention, but he knew better. The one he couldn't see was the really dangerous one. He knew that one's capabilities, as they were his own. What's more, she stood there and gloated about how it was apparently the least deadly thing she could do to him. Her apparent arrogance when he was so obviously helpless in front of her made him grind his teeth.

Still shaky and twitchy on his feet, Aimi couldn't do a damn thing to stop her from walking around him and wrapping her arm around his back and practically dragged him away from the road, towards the trees. He wanted so badly to be able to move again so that he could get out of her grip in a flash and return the favor! Serves him right for stopping to see if a stranger needed help! This vacation of his had suddenly taken a rotten turn because of it. But as he was sat down in the shade of a tree, he was surprised to find that she'd not only left he flashy swords willingly where they'd been standing, but that she was apologizing.

Quickly his anger faded as she explained her course of action to him and her reasoning for it. He could find no fault in her just taking the first step to defend herself against him, a stranger, a man at that who she didn't know. Traveling could be hard for women, or so he'd heard plenty of old wives tales during his time in the village. As she offered him her regards, he saw that what he'd mistook for arrogance before was really just a display of non-hostile intent, disarmament. Rahael bowed before him and asked his forgiveness, and he just couldn't find it in himself to stay angry at her.

What's more, they were allies! An Otogakure shinobi, right there in his back yard. He wouldn't have thought it possible. He'd never actually met any of his Oto shinobi allies before in the past, either being away on a mission when some reportedly came to visit or he'd just plain missed them entirely. What had been a bad experience was now becoming a surprising one. As the paralysis began to pass, thankfully quickly, he looked on at her now drawn sword, no longer hidden, and the tired, tattered shape it was in. He almost felt sorry for it. What must it have been through after all?

Grunting from the effort of post-paralysis, Aimi reached down slowly, very slowly so as to show he meant no harm, he took a hold of the hilt of his sword as tightly as he could and then threw it forward out onto the ground, dragging his blade along with it for the most part, a food two feet of it showing from its case. It was in much better condition than hers, practically brand new despite the fact that he'd owned it for a while now. He'd just never had the proper occasion to use it. He did this as a mutual sign of understanding, and to show her that he too meant no harm.

"Aimi Arisato. My name is Aimi Arisato," he introduced himself as the last effects of the paralysis left him and he could sit up against the tree on his own, taking his sword by the blade with his index finger and thumb and sliding it back into its sheath.

[Hoarfrost Imp]

Rahael waited it out, every pain staking second of his silence or the faint shuffle of stiff movement, grunts and such all probably accompanied by what was likely a withering glare and all the such. IT was well justified though, she had been in the wrong for that, she had seen he was an ally, she had seen it multiple times and just been too stupid to say anything about it at all like an idiot. Her brain was working on fumes it felt like ever since returning from that trip overseas to help the kingdom. If he had killed her in retaliation in the event that her attack had failed they would have just plucked her eyes and played back the memories of them with the empty eye ritual and seen he was int he right and all her hard work would have been for nothing.

She heard that beautiful song her metal leaving it's home and she was ready for something, anything, just the will to let him end it warring with her warrior spirit. She COULDN'T die yet, not till she was complete. Not till she felt she was no longer able to serve her country and be the watchful Eye of Oto. This was her purpose to see into the distance, to preempt and end what should never be started in the first place. Oto needed it's eyes else they fought blindly and it was a task she took on happily/ Least she had thought so at one point.

From the long journeys into sand and cave, Kuma, Ame, Kusa, Suna, Kawa, Konoha and minor countries all alike. She had seen this globe to the extent that mand only ever dreamed of. It was not for nothing... that is why the fated stayed his hand, it must have been, because he only gave up his name and she near broke into sobs. Aimi Arisato. The fates were with the two of them today. Pressing her face into the grass as if to kiss the very earth they walked upon she whispered a silent thanks to whatever controlled her fate and reared back onto her haunches, taking a long breath. "Aimi Arisato, it is my utmost pleasure to meet with an ally of Sound, they are so few and far between." Far as she knew Godric was still Kage as was Raikou and the child Kage of Ame they had met that puked up on Mayu, that hadn't been pretty. She almost met the Kusa Kage here too before her mission called her away from the Kage's guard.

"I have no idea why I failed to identify you as a friendly, my mind was elsewhere back there. The heat of training and such, I am sure you understand." She hoped "Either way, thank you for your understanding, I owe you a serious debt." Reaching behind her she thumbed her mask aside and slid the metal place of her sound headband around her waist from beneath her cloak to show the glorious Oto symbol. "Honestly I have never deciphered how a village is hidden with the Sound, but it is my home, crazy or not. I'll protect it till I die." Her painfully lame attempt to break the ice left her feeling vulnerable and open to his eyes.

"If I may, Aimi, what has you so far out here in Kusa? I understand it is your home but I have always understood grass nin to be...home bodies." She didn't try to sugarcoat it, thankful or not she was still rather blunt. The wind picked up once more and her eyes flickering through the trees to the way they fell here and there, not too alarmed, least on her face, but she was anything but relaxed in a foreign country. Feudal lords still reigned out here in the wild, much like how she had been born into the Rice Fiends of Oto, a royal house Hyuuga degraded into field work... For now she returned her eyes to his and perked up a slight smile.

Once he put his blade up she did the same, stood and offered him a hand as well. Was the least she could do after being such a veracious bitch to him. The way he towered over her was wild but not all strength lay in size, she liked to think of herself as living proof to that.

[Aimi Kaguya]

Aimi took the hand she offered gladly and stood up, the after effects of her taijutsu washing over him like spiders as shivers ran down his spine. It was never a pleasant feeling being paralyzed. He looked down at her and managed a small smile, saying to her, "If I'm being honest, it's probably because of where I keep this." He extended his left knee forward a bit, indicating that he was referring to his headband wrapped around his thigh. "I don't really see the point in telegraphing what village I'm from to everyone I come across. I like to let them look and see for themselves... although in this case, it might have been better if I had."

He chuckled a bit and shook his head at her apologetic tone. She'd already apologized profusely, there was no need for her to keep doing so. Besides, he completely understood where she was coming from. He'd gotten drunk while training before and attacked someone delivering him a message! He certainly wasn't one to talk about being in a state while training. "You owe me nothing. You've apologized enough, I forgive you." Again he smiled at her, trying to make her feel a little bit better with it although he didn't know how much good it would do. He never knew how much his smiling would do. Beautiful face or not, smiles could only do so much for a person.

His smile faltered a bit when she asked him what he was doing out there though, bringing up the fact that the Kusa ninja were a bit... reclusive. Hermits. A rare and endangered species. He'd heard it plenty of times before from other genin and chunin alike. They certainly did earn the reputation as being a bunch of anti-social jungle dwellers. All the same, he chose to skip all those details. She knew them already probably, being an Oto kunoichi herself. "What am I doing out here? Well..." He trailed off and sat his bundle of blades against the tree behind him.

Without a word, he walked forward past Rahael several meters away before turning around. He had to get that far away just to be perfectly safe. Taking a step back with his left foot, he brought his left arm down and gripped his sheath, bringing his right hand over to take a hold of the hilt. He was slow about it, telegraphing everyone one of his moves just so that she knew just by watching him that he didn't mean her any harm. After standing still like that for a few seconds, longer than anyone should have while using Busōsen, he let his blade roar - ripping it out from its sheath at blinding speeds that a normal eye couldn't follow and raising the blade high above his head, the steel glinting in the sunlight gloriously. A small demonstration.

Lowering his blade, he sheathed it and told her, "I'm actually on my way to the land of wind to find a Busōsen master to come and train me more in the art. The chunin exams are coming up shortly, and I want to be as prepared as possible for them." He stopped there, regretting his choice of wording as soon as it was out of his mouth. She didn't know what rank he was before then, and he'd just given it away to her. She had been very respectful to him up to that point, but that could have just been because she'd assumed he was a higher rank shinobi than her. If her respect was due entirely to rank, as her patriotism might suggest, then he'd just made a big mistake.

Trying to change the subject, he stepped back over to her and picked up his bundle, tossing it over his shoulder and saying, "My first stop is in Aokusa, the capital. I'll spend the night there and then head north in the morning. You should go get your other swords as well, wouldn't want them to get stolen or lost in the grass," he joked to her, hoping that by pointing them out he'd draw her attention back to sword play and not to the fact that he was a genin at his age...

SPOILER: Click to show

Keihatsu Ryuu: Battōjutsu (Art of Drawing the Blade)
Rank: "B"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: This technique is the basic concept of Busōsen (Arms Flash) which deals specifically with the rapid drawing and sheathing of a sword.
Special: ---
Drawback: Missing the strike could result in the user being completely vulnerable.
Description: Picture The user stands in the Keihatsu Ryuu: Battōjutsu no Kamae (Art of Drawing the Blade Posture). Grabbing the handle of the sword near the Tsuba, the user thereafter steps forward with the front leg while unsheathing the blade in a horizontal attacking motion across the body. So swift is this technique that it is akin to a "flash", taking no movements to perform. However, the concentration of such a quick strike is evident; upon sheathing the sword, the user must sacrifice a movement to do so. This technique may be performed with a knockback attack, knocking an opponent into the distance of 10 meters into a prone position.
Limit: Must learn from a Master of Busōsen (Arms Flash).

[Hoarfrost Imp]

Power of the Soul
Rank: "C", "B", "A"
Skill: Skill / Knowledge / Taijutsu
Effect: This can be considered as "the battle within" and is a key element toward unlocking the Hachimontonkou. This is the driving force that finally pushes the user over their natural limits and, much like personalities, varies from person to person. Be it a maniac's uncontrollable lust for murder or a child's will to protect his loved ones, this strong surge of intent acts as the user's "nail in the coffin" and sets the gears necessary toward unlocking one's latent abilities in motion.
Special: ---
Drawback: Must be learned each time before they go into a new gate.
- For Gates 1-3, they must learn the "C" Rank version.
- For Gates 4-6 they must learn the "B" Rank version.
- For Gates 7 and 8, they must learn the "A" Rank versions.
Description: ---
Limit: Must become a Chakra Gate User.

0/10

Took him at his word that all was well, least she certainly hoped that is was going to be all well and good, what with the way she had utterly taken his kindness and harmless intent and used it as her ultimate weapon. Win some lose some, learn some bruise some. Besides, he seemed to be in good spirits enough to actually come and spend a bit of time around with her. "If you say so, I guess. I am still sorry though..." forever she would be sorry, even if the two villages ended alliances and she was forced to stand blade against blade to the death, anything before that moment made them allies.

Least in her eyes.

On back to her particular question she listened with a bit of sordid interest, turning her back to the trees only to activate her Byakugan when his back was turned to her. With the all seeing eye she looked into the forest and lo behold her senses hadn't lied to her at all, in fact they had underestimated their numbers. Dozens of them lined the wooded area, watching, the young woman standing with hands clasped patiently behind her back, looking at Aimi directly the full time. As his blade crested through the air she smiled brightly "Well it certainly looks like you may be ready for the ex---" He didn't seem to want to talk about it. Good deal she had something else to talk about.

As she walked over and nodded her agreement at this she was already channeling inner power, inner spirit, to become something stronger, better, greater than the sum of her parts as she was now. As if dropping this revelation on her new found ally and teammate she casually began to dress herself with the blades, only really strapping the enhanced katana to her right hip before whirling around with a might conviction that shined bright in her eyes. It was now and only now she would get this opportunity. "By the way, seems you weren't the only one who noticed there was some poor helpless gal wandering around in your country."

The forest echoed with laughter and some one approached, some shadow with now face clapping and opening it's mouth to speak. "Well do--!!!" She whipped her back forward at a rather blinding speed, barreling a titanic Dragon Strike at and or possibly through the man if he was as fragile as he looked. With the blade unsheathed already, her ragged companion. This old warrior. Her Tessaiga. It's appearance had changed the moment she drew the blade, transforming into the massive shape of a canine fang, befitting for her being a previous member of the dog clan and still had her companion at home in Sound. Her mind reeled with what she planned to do with this blade.... and she imagined just gripping the handle a little harder.

Within the breath of half a second she had already railed through one man and in just the other twin of that second she whipped her blade forth with not just the might of her body, but her mind. The mental toll this was all going to take on her fueling her heart into a raging inferno. Everything within a 35 meter cone of her was obliterated, removed form reality, reduced to the smallest forms of matter with just a flick. The air screamed not with the tortured death of fellow man but with the deafening scream of a piece of her humanity wailing at the loss of human life, pure, raw and unrefined energy unleashed upon this mortal plane...and then gone.

Where blood should have dripped lay just a gaping hole in the forest, toppled trees, bare naked earth and just a fraction of the group whom had been hiding in the forest. With her Back to Aimi and maybe his contribution if he wasn't standing there gaping at the monster she was, the Hyuuga girl spoke only once to the shocked crowd. "Are there no fearless men among you willing to slay a monster?" Even as the words left her mouth she could feel it, the power, the want for it anyways. That her blade was a close way to end a life, close enough to look into their eyes but she needed to be closer, needed more intimacy. Her fist upon flesh would likely do just that, if she could just reach the next level.

[Nira]

And so, the training of one of the most vague sets of techniques ever, begins.

Well, at least you have a physical blade to pair with your inner sword, or something.

+10, learned.

[Aimi Kaguya]

It happened in an instant, leaving Aimi dazed and confused as waves of nostalgia and horror washed over him. A man lay dead not far away from him, struck down by Rahael without a second though. The genin had just turned his head to look at who had emerged from the woods, initially confused by her statement that he wasn't the only one who had seen her along the country side. The site of the man had put his relaxed body back on high alert. A feeling of rising tension rose within him. He'd already met one stranger today, he had no idea how he felt about two. The tension in him dropped completely as if in a free-fall as Rahael struck, the sound of blade leaving home registering after the fact. He went numb.

Blood. Lots of it. The human body contained an extraordinary amount of blood in it, much more than people might initially believe was possible. He'd turned just at the right moment to see the man be split in half, the strike so fast that the blood didn't spill for a moment. He fell, both pieces of him, and it was as if with his fall to the ground came the drop in tension he'd felt. Suddenly his heart was beating fast, his senses were on high alert. For a brief instant, he was not in the field of wavy grass beneath the sun, but in a field of frigid snow beneath the moon, a crowd of people all around them, his father there...

He was dragged back tot he field of grass by the nape of his neck as Rahael unleashed another taijutsu and with a sword that he didn't recognize. He took a step back and held up his arm in front of his face for a moment to protect himself from the wave of air. Things were happening rapidly now. Adrenaline coursed through his veins. He lowered his arm and was vaguely aware that Rahael was saying something: "fearless men among you", "monster." Which hit him first was unclear, but one thing was certain as it smacked into his consciousness like a paper bomb strapped to a stone:

There were more of them.

They came out of the woods then on either side of the two ninja from the woods, encircling them, they had weapons. They had come for a fight. Aimi didn't know how she knew that they were there or even that they were dangerous, but that didn't matter so much right now. He looked to the ones in front of him, his back to his new found ally. They weren't shinobi, that was for sure. Bandits maybe, it didn't matter. They'd seen one of them die and now were out for blood themselves... they weren't going to be able to talk their way out of this... He dropped his bundle of swords.

The group of men, how many he wasn't entirely sure, were close to them and getting closer. They were saying something, threats maybe, the genin had no idea. They were speaking in tongues for all he knew. He still hadn't gotten over the shock of one man dying right in front of him. Adrenaline and training was pushing him on now. One thing was for certain, they needed to get this done quickly, and hopefully with as little bloodshed as possible.... although he feared that would be up to the men surrounding them rather than him.

He waited until they were about ten meters in between the two of them on all sides, ten meters and closing. Then he acted. Exerting his will and the power of his soul forth, Aimi sent a wave of light green light, barely even visible in the afternoon sun, out in all directions from him, hitting everyone simultaneously - including Rahael. All of them at once doubled over in pain as his life force attacked theirs, some falling to their knees while others cried out in pain and surprise. Only Aimi would remain standing more than likely, and Rahael if she could withstand the attack he'd unleashed. He had no way of knowing and didn't think to ask before he'd acted.

Turning around, Aimi picked up his swords and walked over to the Oto kunoichi, getting beside her and offering his hand. "Come on, we've only got a little bit of time to move out from this circle. Sorry about that by the way," he told her, not bothering to explain what he'd done or why it had affected her. They needed to move. Explanations could come later.

SPOILER: Click to show

Searing Wave
Rank: "B"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: A Soulcaster shapes their searing soul ability so that it spreads from their body in all directions.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: When the user is performing Searing Soul they may alter Searing Soul with a Searing Wave. This attack turns into a burst attack centered around the user with a radius 1/5th of the user's ability of Searing Soul in a soft green light.
Limit: Must be a Soulcaster. Must know Searing Soul.

[Hoarfrost Imp]

Speed of the Mind
Rank: "C", "B", "A"
Skill: Skill / Knowledge / Taijutsu
Effect: This type of knowledge and technique grants the user with the capability of withstanding the elements of the Hachimontonkou. They must learn this multiple times. Without this, the Celestial Gates become more destructive toward the mind. This allows the user to endure the intense increase of all the body's perception demanded from the gates.
Special: ---
Drawback: Must be learned each time before they go into a new gate.
- For Gates 1-3, they must learn the "C" Rank version.
- For Gates 4-6 they must learn the "B" Rank version.
- For Gates 7 and 8, they must learn the "A" Rank versions.
Description: ---
Limit: Must become a Chakra Gate User.

0/10

Stood like a paragon of destruction, even as this group of men stood all around struck with awe she knew the ones she had eliminated so suddenly were nobody's, a slew of dogs that only approached at the smell of a free meal, a risk they took entirely upon their own time. From one person to the next her eyes shifted, a snarl building in her petite chest, this rush of adrenaline as the fight to be had loomed up before her like she were being plugged into the Animus, a mental lay over coming down across the field like a digital helmet that re-wrote the environment into whatever her choosing to be.

With her Byakugan and it's X-ray vision she scanned through it all, flora and fauna, looking almost into the soul of the people who stood before her. The information processed through her mind at breakneck speed, her mind slammed into overdrive to process all this information just a little faster, a little more clear, her eyes didn't need to move with her dojutsu active but she did so anyways, focusing a tunnel vision of 100 meter in each direction that she looked. All of it, so much information, just a little more, faster, bouncing between each and every detail she could muster.

"One, three, seven, twelve." She counted in a blurred whisper of noise, labeling just how many more men there were left out there, just a few more surely, there had been so many, she had killed quite a few, where were these others coming from? Reinforcements? Her mind was going wild with all this intake, unsure exactly where she even was anymore as the field and forest were replaced with the cobbled streets of Otogakure, its towering buildings, elegant colors and banners proclaiming it's symbol for all to see. Were they back in Oto already? Her home? Were they killing her people?!

Like a fever her body temperature spiked randomly, exploding it seemed to be like before settling down, unaware she was simply standing in the path of a sunbeam, the unforgiving heat bathing her over in all this heavy clothing despite her short skirt and the long shorts she wore beneath them. She was ready right then, to pounce, tear, destroy, the meticulous training she had endured once before tore through the barriers that her practice of the gentle fist had erected to keep her from turning into that ugly beast that sought blood for her family like her father had trained her to be. The perfect loyal weapon for her countrymen. For Honor. For Oto. For Hyuuga.

Her grip upon Tessaiga tensed until her knuckles shown white against her flesh, the bone bearing through and in the tormenting pain of it she remembered Pain bring to the mind, clarity. She used it to process faster, more clear, everyone had their own outline in her mind and she was going to use it to strike them down before Aimi began to glow, her Byakugan registering what she couldn't possibly mistake as the same aura that Riza produced when then were in Suna. Another soul manipulator. Her mind reacted faster than her body could, milliseconds it felt like before his soul wave washed over her and somethign grabbed ahold of her chest.

Sharp searing pain centered over her heart locked her lung, robbed her of air but she clung to her training. She still lived, breathed, her heart still pumped thus her duty was not over. Her eyes bulged slightly, unblinking with the use of her Byakugan, the tip of Tessaiga burying itself in the ground when she dared to falter. Were they all enemies? Even Aimi? He was approaching her, extending a hand, she didn't know how to feel except for determined. Spittle dripped from her lips and she swatted his hand away. "A Hyuuga never flees." A monster knows no fear. If they came to pick a fight, she wasn't going to rudely turn her back to them.

[Aimi Kaguya]

As his hand was swatted away, Aimi gritted his teeth and looked Rahael in the face - and paused. Her eyes were fierce, open, vigilant, veins bulging. In the heat of the moment he hadn't registered what she said before, but the eyes were a dead give away: Hyuuga. Her full name was Rahael Hyuuga. She wielded the Byakuugan. He'd heard about it before but never seen it. Wondrous as it might have been, it was not her kekkei genkai that held his gaze on her eyes but the look of the eyes themselves. She wasn't there with him right now. She wasn't looking at him, she was looking past him, beyond into somewhere else that not even the will of his soul could see into.

Turning away from her, Aimi tried to frantically think of a way out of this situation. Above all else, he didn't want to see any more people die and he was certain they didn't have to. He was the only one standing up straight and strong after all, everyone else, including Rahael, was crippled with pain. They'd stay that way so long as he continued to exert his soul onto them. So what to do? He could just run himself, he had the means to get out of this circle of men and be on his way - but that would be willfully abandoning an ally to their fate. He couldn't do that. He could forcibly take Rahael out of the situation. So long as she was under his influence, he did have the advantage in maneuverability and could drag her from the circle. Maybe that would be best. Aimi didn't think that she was in the most stable of places at that exact moment after all. Time was passing. A clock somewhere ticked. Someone had to act.

One of the men in front of Aimi began to stand up slowly, trying to force his way through the pain. To attack? To run away? It didn't matter, Aimi saw him and singled him out. He'd have to do. Walking forward away from Rahael, Aimi went over towards the man, his left hand on the scabbard of his blade. Seeing him coming, the main tried to raise up arms, a small axe of some kind. Aimi simply brought his sword out from hiding with blinding speed, knocking the axe out of the man's grip and sending it flying. Sheathing his blade, Aimi reared back and kicked the man square in the chest as hard as he could, sending him back down on his ass. The men beside him might have moved to act were it not for Aimi's speed in moving past them and getting on top of the man, foot on his chest.

"Alright, look, ALL OF YOU!" he shouted, getting the attention of every groaning body there, including the one beneath his foot. He pointed down at the man and looked back to the rest of them. "This man right here? He's now in charge of this situation. He's now your BOSS!" Turning back to the man beneath his feet, heart pounding, Aimi continued with his voice raised so all could hear him. "Now look, I don't know why you came out of the woods, weapons drawn, and I don't care. We struck first, and I'm sorry, but this girl is a foreigner in this lands and a traveler who's used to fending off those who get in her WAY! That makes her EXPERIENCED in combat! Now look at me. I'm not a foreigner, and I'm just as confused about this as all of you. But with my will alone, I've brought you all pain and agony, some of you to your KNEES! You cannot win this fight, you can only be hurt and DIE!"

Removing his foot from the man's chest, Aimi kept his finger pointed at him. "So that's your choice. I'm going to release you from my grip, all of you, and you're going to get up and go back from where you came from, collect the dead if you want, but get up and go... or stay and die. Chose well." With those words spoke, Aimi released the grip of his soul on everyone there and stood still, waiting tense and on baited breath. He didn't know what they were going to do. He didn't know what Rahael was going to do. He had no idea if his words were going to be effective or not. The man stood up, now free from his pains and looked Aimi square in the face. The whole field was still save for the wind. Time passed. A choice was made.

[Solus]

Hoarfrost Imp : +10

[Hoarfrost Imp]

Strength of the Body
Rank: "C", "B", "A"
Skill: Skill / Knowledge / Taijutsu
Effect: This type of knowledge and technique grants the user the capability to withstanding the elements of the Hachimontonkou. They must learn this multiple times. Without this, the Celestial Gates become more destructive toward the body. This allows the user to endure the striking force granted from the gates so that, when they hit an object, their bones do not instantly shatter.
Special: ---
Drawback: Must be learned each time before they go into a new gate.
- For Gates 1-3, they must learn the "C" Rank version.
- For Gates 4-6 they must learn the "B" Rank version.
- For Gates 7 and 8, they must learn the "A" Rank versions.
Description: ---
Limit: Must become a Chakra Gate User.

0/10

Was going to be seeing red here in a minute if her "ally" here hadn't dropped his soul projection and done himself a world of good in doing so. The MOMENT he dropped it she flickered towards the downed man right in front of him, exiting, rearing back a monstrous kick and right at the apex of the swing it all stilled for just a breath in her mind when the world was threatened to fade to red. Somewhere int he back of her mind she was processing "A little harder... you're going to kick him, yes, but feel how hard you are about to crack him across the dome...and just...a little harder."

With both nostrils flared she leaned in, compacting muscle for just a hair breadth of a moment and let loose her kick across the mans temple without a second thought. The sound of it was sick and wet, the only thing more grotesque being the speed and angle in which his head whipped away from her to rest facing away from a well to do unconscious man. The Hyuuga whipped a wither glare at Aimi, just a blink and then gone, another ten meters across the way, exiting the instantaneous movement and falling into that familiar low stance that she had been practicing earlier, but just a tad lower, the more advanced techniques. "Make it hurt." Said the voice in her hear.

So she did, a lot, sheathing her blade swiftly and beginning on the fist of very many surprised men who were within 5 meters of one another. Like a chain effect of epic proportion she used them to string along her combo, starting in on the first man with eight strikes, sending him rocketing back into the next man who caught him comrade and occupied his time holding up the stumbling man rather than defending himself. "Kill one. One less to fight." She barreled into the man with a frantic flurry of arms, a sixteen palms burst, this style elegant but part of her wanted more, the blunt force of real damage, not some haughty style with the elegance of the Hyuuga. She was anything but elegant right then.

The two men toppled together and she began to shift within the Hakke, her arm, legs, torso, the entirety of her being becoming this flash of motion. "Main one, take out three." The philosophy was simple. By crippling one man, it took several comrades to save his life, haul him away and into the safety of distance, a few less men to fight. She never ceased, never stopped to think, only on the constant track of motion with the thirty-two palm pressed so close she could feel her fingertips digging into flesh, the needles upon her fingers leaving the anchoring of his fingertips to rattle around inside of the afflicted mans body.

More. More power. Punch harder. The rest were no longer the precise and elegant movements of the Gentle Fist, they were just sloppy, rude, disgraceful to end out of the traditional and regal fighting style of her homeland. They wanted to fight, they came here em masse, not in the concerned flocking of scared farmers, not scared or timid. They showed up in numbers and that flipped her switch. If it were possible she would have been exuding the raw power of the Gates right from her pores but she wasn't ready for that. Instead she just punched. Punched and punched and pummeled each and every man she could get her fist upon, her mind screaming to hit harder. Where her elbows threatened to buckle she stiffened them, where her legs grew weak she went rigid, flexing muscle to bone, affixing herself.

The gates wouldn't be a problem. Just like these insects.

[Aimi Kaguya]

There it was again. It happened in an instant before his eyes, no way for him to stop it. Before the man had even had a chance to stand up, she was there. A swift kick to the head which turned askew and he was out. Dead, maybe. Unconscious, certainly, but for how long depending on if he were dead or not. Then she was gone again, and Aimi turned his head numbly towards her, watching her go to town on the men. He just... couldn't believe his eyes. He wasn't used to this degree of raw violence, and for no apparent reason. She was just striking madly, and yet with a strange precision that he wasn't familiar with. The Gentle Fist? It looked anything but gentle.

The others were having a similar reaction to Aimi's. They'd only just been released from his jutsu and all of them were still feeling the shadows of pain in their chests. They could barely move, let alone avoid her attacks. They just... didn't have the strength at that exact moment to. Yet as seconds clustered together and moved in groups, they began to regain their composure and act accordingly. Some ran towards the berserk Hyuuga, while others turned to him. That was it then. His words off warning had fallen on deaf ears. Whatever the reason was, it didn't matter anymore. He needed to fight.

And yet, part of him didn't want to hurt these men. As a medical shinobi, it was his job primarily to heal those in battle. It was a more recent lesson for him but an important one none the less. Before, he'd learned to fight in order to become strong. He was strong. He learned Bousen so that he could defend himself without having to resort to his heritage. Thus far, he had held firm in that. He'd become a medic to avoid killing people, to stop them from dying int he first place. To help people. This... this was all backwards. There shouldn't be men running towards him, they should have been running away to safety... it was wrong, all of it.

And that, he would not stand for. He was ending this, by force. As the men came running towards him, a small hand full out of the total, Aimi stood still. He gathered his chakra. Focused it. Sharpened it. Forced it to work harder for him. One gate unlocked. Two gates. Three. An aura of green chakra surrounded him and the very air shifted as his muscles tensed. His hair stood up on end and the men faltered, not understanding what they were seeing. For one of them, it would be the last thing they ever saw. He took a step forward and unleashed his blade at a blinding speed, dragging its sharp edge across the man in front of him's eyes and nose, blinding him. Before he could even scream, Aimi had sheathed his blade and punched the man square in the chest, the force of impact sending him flying back into the other men and knocking them to the ground. They would live.

Then Aimi was gone, disappearing in a flash towards another group of men still trying to fight. He jumped into the air and kicked one of them in the head, sending them flying against the other men with a grunt and what sounded like a sickening crunch, knocking them to the ground. Aimi turned his head towards some other combatants and was gone. His movements were unrefined and yet non lethal. Every punch he threw, every kick, every strike of every kind was as if an untrained child were throwing them, but it didn't matter. His speed and power was increased exponentially thanks to the power of the gate of life. He was a flurry of after images and powerful strikes that broke bone and left these poor, unassuming fools without the will to fight.

He worked his way through the remnants of the crowd like clockwork, barely using any of his full potential to break men and send them on their way. He still had one target though in all of the chaos: Rahael. She was still dealing with her own battle, that much was obvious. Who she was really fighting wasn't so. Aimi didn't care. She was potentially doing more than just incapacitating these men like he was doing: for all he knew, she was killing everyone she touched. There had been enough death on that day.

Flitting across the now body-strewn field with a shunshin, Aimi came to a stop right behind Rahael. He was tempted to take a hold of her by the back of the shirt and throw her behind him, pin her down and keep her there until she calmed down... but he had to be careful. She was an ally, and Oto kunoichi, and he'd already inadvertently attacked her once in an effort to stop any violence from happening along with all the other men and that had failed. He needed a more gentle approach with her he suspected, and if she proved difficult he was at least fairly certain that he could subdue her, or at the very least escape himself.

"Rahael, stop." he demanded simply, but firmly, his tone deadly serious. "They're finished, all of them. I took care of the rest." He stood behind her all fury and power, his skin red with blood flow and his chakra bright green and visible. He hoped that his mere presence would be enough to get her to snap out of it now that he was radiating such strength. If all went well, maybe he could even try to fix up some of the men he'd broken before sending them on their way. It all depending on what she did next.

SPOILER: Click to show

Third Gate— Maṇipūra [Life]
Rank: "B" Rank
Skill: Kinjutsu/Taijutsu, Supplementary
Effect: The body can only go 20% of it's limits naturally, with all the gates on. With each gate, however, the body can go an extra 10% for each gate broken. The Life Gate enables the user to push forth to 50%. When a user takes the time to break this gate, they become capable of moving 1 times faster than normal. This means that a user who is capable of performing 4 movements would be capable of performing an amount of 8 movements in total. (4 base movements + 4 movements for the ×1)
Special: The user must concentrate within their inner body for one brief moment in order to bring forth the gate.
Drawback: Simply put, the Hachimontonkou work on a 100% scale. Unlocking the Life Gate expends 30% of the aforementioned one hundred each round it remains open. What this means is that if you were to perform under the Life Gate's influence for two rounds, you would have used 60% out of the allotted one hundred. BUT, the moment a user goes over this 100%, their entire musculature will begin tearing apart, resulting in short stints of temporary paralysis accompanied by shocking pains. Repairing this damage requires medical attention with a success rate of 50%.
Description: Located at the navel region, the Life Gate is the third celestial gate, and the first of the forbidden ones. The unnatural endurance granted by unlocking this gate causes the user to barely register pain, making the thought of surrender seem unfeasible, even when they are tremendously outmatched. The user even begins emitting an emerald aura composed entirely of chakra which serves as a testament to the power being unleashed. Constraints limiting the nervous system are uplifted as well, allowing information to travel to the brain at a much faster rate, and increased blood circulation provides the user with minor healing abilities. Evidence of this lies in the user's skin, which changes to a deep red tint as a result, and slight lacerations and mild bruises clear up at phenomenal rates (one turn).

The rank of any Taijutsu Attack is increased by Two Ranks.

"D" Rank Taijutsu have "B" Rank strength.
"C" Rank Taijutsu have "A" Rank strength.
"B" Rank Taijutsu have "S" Rank strength.
"A" Rank Taijutsu have "S" Rank strength while gaining an additional "D" rank's worth of power.
"S" Rank Taijutsu gain an additional "C" rank's worth of power.

Takes 3 movements of preparing before able to unlock the gate. User is unable to perform any other techniques during this preparation time period.
Limit: Only accessible to Chakra Gate users. Must have at least 620TP in Taijutsu techniques. Must unlock the Heal Gate.

Keihatsu Ryuu: Battōjutsu: Genwaku (Art of Drawing the Blade: Blinding)
Rank: "C"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: A powerful Battōjutsu attack aimed at the opponent's eyes.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The user stands in the Keihatsu Ryuu: Battōjutsu no Kamae (Art of Drawing the Blade Posture). Grabbing the handle of the sword near the Tsuba, the user thereafter steps forward with the front leg while unsheathing the blade in a horizontal attacking motion across the body aiming at the opponent's eyes. The user strikes with the tip of the sword aiming to cut into the eyes, but also the bridge of the opponent's nose. The opponent only sees a "flash" before everything turns black. This technique is not meant to kill but it will immobilize an opponent as the pain and shock of losing their eyes, as well as the cut through the bridge becomes immense while they bleed excessively.
Limit: Must learn from a Master of Busōsen (Arms Flash). Must know Keihatsu Ryuu: Battōjutsu (Art of Drawing the Blade).

Shunshin no Jutsu - Oshi (Body Flicker Technique - Push)
Rank: "C"
Skill: NinJutsu/TaiJutsu
Effect: A Jutsu that allows a user to rush forward in almost
instantaneous speed. Used to draw the user close
to the opponent.
Special: ---
Drawback: May use 3 times a day. May perform 1 more each
time learned. Passing amount renders the user's legs
immobile due to severe pain. Unable to perform again
unless gained medical treatment. Must move through
an opening. Unable to maneuver around obstructing
objects. Can't attack while performing any Shunshin
or Variation.
Description: User is able to move forward in a straight line along the ground in almost instantaneous untraceable speed while temporarily masking the user's movements within 10 meters. A puff of smoke is occasionally used to disguise the user's movements. It is accomplished by focusing the user's chi along the ankles and foot. User mostly moves just with their ankles and feet. Jutsu takes up no movements. User may only use this Jutsu half of the movements may allow in a single round while rounding down. Example: User has 5 movements, user is able to perform Jutsu 2 times per round.
Limit: Universal NinJutsu or Universal TaiJutsu.

[Solus]

+10

Not the training that I expected for this tech, but I guess just punching people counts xD

[Hoarfrost Imp]

Rahael was blind to her own fury but she wasn't blind in her minds eyes, the all seeing, the far reaching, Aimi was exploding with exponential amounts of energy, blowing through people with the efforts that were similar to her own. None. She was done with her batch of fools but so was he, the was his chakra just seemed to explode was almost fear inspiring, the fact she had come here into Kusa and taken their allies for granted, like push overs who sought peace when she clearly lead with a heavy hand.

Fast was fast but not out of range of the all seeing eye, her preparation of following met with a counter-varient shunshin, only planting herself a meter or three ahead with the counter technique. Here the breaking point reached with a strange climax of clashing sensations. He spoke down at her like a child, a youngling to be scolded for her tantrum and yeah, maybe she was being a tad out of hand, but they showed up first! They did this! The war torn areas of the rice fields had taught her to be attentive, the academy of Oto had taught her how to deal with it, she wasn't to blame here!

She rounded on him with a flare of nostrils and a stricken look in her eyes, glancing at him, through him, her eyes pouring over his chakra system and how intense it felt. So the docile man knew something of what it meant to have power. So how did he deal with it. From anger to insecure she shifted. Why couldn't she have that? Power and control over it? Not be this raging, torn, conflicted child who doesn't understand what the hell is going on anymore? When were the flashbacks going to stop? So many questions. Though she let her extraordinary vision fade and his chakra lines faded away for pulsing red skin instead and she roiled around in her insecurities and the faint shame of just being a kid in the face of it all.

"Fine."

She hissed, rounding her back to him to catch sight of the ruined field of battle and looking rather placed with herself. "Save yourself the lecture. It was them or us." Walking off, she headed towards her weapons: Short swords along her back, staff sword and Benehime on the right, katana along the spine. "It's the way the world will always be. Them. Or us." `She felt everything coming to the surface. Her distaste for her own Kage and her nonchalant attitude towards all of her hard work. Being trapped up in the village randomly. The lack of people. Teamwork. Growth. Hell she hardly knew their allies anymore. She was pledged to a village that was stuck in time.

"You said Aokusa, yeah? Let's go." Who cared if he had what she wanted, that power, the gates. She could lock it up. Seal it away. Steal that power from him or any gate user if she tried, made it back to Konoha and trained in the ways of the Hyuuga. Lids drawn heavy, she set off in a random direction, hoping the winds would just scatter her across the Earth.