Moon me Blind x2
Jan 2, 2016 11:37:29 GMT -7
Post by Aimi Kaguya on Jan 2, 2016 11:37:29 GMT -7
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These bandits really must have had no regard for their own lives, for they were still coming at Aimi with reckless abandon despite not only having been repelled and subdued by him as well as watching him end three of their comrades, if they could be called that, with a few simply touches. That was beyond sad to the Kusa genin. He thought as he moved forward to end three more lives that he'd like to get back and whoever made them like this, to teach them some sort of lesson or force pain upon them for what they made him do. His thoughts on the matter couldn't be clear though as he was still in the process of fighting for his life. He needn't underestimate these brainwashed bandits just because he could kill them with a well placed touch.
And how soft a touch it was too. Aimi didn't have to apply much pressure or even move all that fast, that wasn't how medical ninjutsu was designed to work. Soft, careful, precise touches with tightly honed chakra control is what almost all medical ninjutsu he had found. In surgery you'd need those controlled skills or else you risked doing more harm than goo to the patient. Even when just healing up a wound you needed to be careful to do it right or else the wound might not heal properly, and all of it was preformed with soft touches.
Aimi found himself giving harder and harder strikes to these poor fools though. As his anger bubbled over to the point of making his blood boil and one of the assailants came within arms length of him. They thrust their blade forward and Aimi side stepped it, moving his arm up and over theirs to grab a hold of it, pulling it close to his body and turning, pulling them along with him, until their back was to him. With cold precision, he struck, moving his free hand forward and striking flat with his palm against their spine, severing it with his chakra but also pulling his hand bag and thrusting his fingers into both sets of kidneys to insure death. Each strike sent shock-waves through their body, making them shudder as Aimi let them fall tot he ground to die.
Another came immediately after, and it wasn't as if they were coming one at a time. Aimi was just so much faster in reflex than they were, it was almost unfair really. Fairness had nothing to do with it though. The bandit thrust their knife forward to pierce Aimi's flesh and Aimi swatted the knife out of the way with his left hand before throwing a straight up punch to their heart, his chakra doing its deadly work and puncturing the vital organ within. Stepping out away from that adversary, he came face to face with the last one with a trail of bodies making up a very large shadow for him that bore down on the bandit who, despite everything, still charged forward.
Yet again he was swift, but this time not quite as precise. As the raised up their arm to slash at him, Aimi brought up his arm and bashed it against their forearm to knock their swing off balance before reaching up and taking a hold of the front of their face, clutching it as he moved one leg in between theirs and kicked at them, knocking them off balance enough that he could push them down onto the ground. Looking down at the bandit, Aimi realized that they weren't dead yet. They were breathing still, he could see it in heir chest, but they weren't moving either. They just stared up blankly, not at him but past him, looking at nothing as they lay limply. Confused by this, Aimi got down on one knee beside them and placed his fingers over their heart, sending his chakra in to finish the job efficiently. It was only after he stood up that he realized that in grabbing a hold of their head, he may have accidentally lobotomized them. It seemed that with a long enough blade of chakra, he truly was capable of some frightening feats.
"No. They have not," Aimi replied coldly to Loki, turning on the spot and looking at him and showing that his once void face had been contorted by rage and fury, looking nothing like he had when he first arrived. "They haven't even begun to see what I'm capable of. I pity them. They don't know what's coming." Having said that, Aimi winced as he felt pain in his left hand. Looking down, he saw that he had a minor cut on the black of his hand from where he had swatted away the knuai knife before. The wound should have been more serious than it was, yet this was only a minor cut that oozed blood. There could have been any number of reasons why that was, but he just presumed that the angle hadn't been right for a proper cut, or maybe that his chakra had shielded his hand a bit. Either way, he lowered his hand down to his side and stood, waiting for the so called bulk of their forces to emerge from the shadows. He had many more patients to take care of.
These bandits really must have had no regard for their own lives, for they were still coming at Aimi with reckless abandon despite not only having been repelled and subdued by him as well as watching him end three of their comrades, if they could be called that, with a few simply touches. That was beyond sad to the Kusa genin. He thought as he moved forward to end three more lives that he'd like to get back and whoever made them like this, to teach them some sort of lesson or force pain upon them for what they made him do. His thoughts on the matter couldn't be clear though as he was still in the process of fighting for his life. He needn't underestimate these brainwashed bandits just because he could kill them with a well placed touch.
And how soft a touch it was too. Aimi didn't have to apply much pressure or even move all that fast, that wasn't how medical ninjutsu was designed to work. Soft, careful, precise touches with tightly honed chakra control is what almost all medical ninjutsu he had found. In surgery you'd need those controlled skills or else you risked doing more harm than goo to the patient. Even when just healing up a wound you needed to be careful to do it right or else the wound might not heal properly, and all of it was preformed with soft touches.
Aimi found himself giving harder and harder strikes to these poor fools though. As his anger bubbled over to the point of making his blood boil and one of the assailants came within arms length of him. They thrust their blade forward and Aimi side stepped it, moving his arm up and over theirs to grab a hold of it, pulling it close to his body and turning, pulling them along with him, until their back was to him. With cold precision, he struck, moving his free hand forward and striking flat with his palm against their spine, severing it with his chakra but also pulling his hand bag and thrusting his fingers into both sets of kidneys to insure death. Each strike sent shock-waves through their body, making them shudder as Aimi let them fall tot he ground to die.
Another came immediately after, and it wasn't as if they were coming one at a time. Aimi was just so much faster in reflex than they were, it was almost unfair really. Fairness had nothing to do with it though. The bandit thrust their knife forward to pierce Aimi's flesh and Aimi swatted the knife out of the way with his left hand before throwing a straight up punch to their heart, his chakra doing its deadly work and puncturing the vital organ within. Stepping out away from that adversary, he came face to face with the last one with a trail of bodies making up a very large shadow for him that bore down on the bandit who, despite everything, still charged forward.
Yet again he was swift, but this time not quite as precise. As the raised up their arm to slash at him, Aimi brought up his arm and bashed it against their forearm to knock their swing off balance before reaching up and taking a hold of the front of their face, clutching it as he moved one leg in between theirs and kicked at them, knocking them off balance enough that he could push them down onto the ground. Looking down at the bandit, Aimi realized that they weren't dead yet. They were breathing still, he could see it in heir chest, but they weren't moving either. They just stared up blankly, not at him but past him, looking at nothing as they lay limply. Confused by this, Aimi got down on one knee beside them and placed his fingers over their heart, sending his chakra in to finish the job efficiently. It was only after he stood up that he realized that in grabbing a hold of their head, he may have accidentally lobotomized them. It seemed that with a long enough blade of chakra, he truly was capable of some frightening feats.
"No. They have not," Aimi replied coldly to Loki, turning on the spot and looking at him and showing that his once void face had been contorted by rage and fury, looking nothing like he had when he first arrived. "They haven't even begun to see what I'm capable of. I pity them. They don't know what's coming." Having said that, Aimi winced as he felt pain in his left hand. Looking down, he saw that he had a minor cut on the black of his hand from where he had swatted away the knuai knife before. The wound should have been more serious than it was, yet this was only a minor cut that oozed blood. There could have been any number of reasons why that was, but he just presumed that the angle hadn't been right for a proper cut, or maybe that his chakra had shielded his hand a bit. Either way, he lowered his hand down to his side and stood, waiting for the so called bulk of their forces to emerge from the shadows. He had many more patients to take care of.