Howling Winds.. [Closed - Event Related]

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Ruin was upon the nukenin Mikutashi. As he struggled to escape his pursuers, he found himself exhausted from having to push himself so hard. The mountain air had its refreshing moments, but the thick air and harsh conditions of the Tsuchi no Kuni countryside had already wore on him. With his clawed hand digging into the side of a crag to hold himself up, Miku breathed in gasps. He used his left arm gauntlet and claw combination as a means to lean on to while he tried to figure out his next moves. That boat he had seen earlier...

The sound of howling stretched across the valley of Earth; his toolbag had gotten a bit lighter from his previous encounter, but his short sword and fan did not become lost in the depths below the high mountains he ventured through.

Gasp... gasp----

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JiMmIyZ - Hel

[JiMmIyZ - Hel]

Furious Fangs

As the genin climbed the heights of the mountain tops he would catch out of the corner of his eye a red streak of a serpent flowing beneath the coulds. It would retreat away, out of sight within the white mist, before again in the distance a great howl echoed through the range as a lone wolf cried its hunt. Above Mikutashi was a ledge leading to a large platform at the mountains peak. If he were to swing himself up onto this platform he would be set upon by a great creature standing more than thirty feet tall. It would bear its large, pearl white fangs against him as its lips curled up to snarl as it breathed heavily, growling under its breathe. Tattered black fur covered the creatures back, and white fur across its underbelly. A wolf of gargantuan proportions stood before him with glowing blue eyes yet this was no ordinary wolf. This wolf was adorned with blue flames, fire poured from out his body as if it were natural. Mikutashi could feel the heat radiating from this beast but more than that he would feel an intense sense of killing intent yet somehow he would think it not be directed at him but at someone else, though there was no one else in sight.

The beast would step toward the rogue and clear a distance of five meters with a single stride leaving the distance between the two at thirty meters. "Huuuuman..." The creature would address him with the common tongue, speaking with a voice so deep and grainy it was almost painful to hear. "I require. A Champion. To fight on my behalf. Against the Champions. Of Other Gods. I am Madis. God of Hunting. Become my Champion. Human. And hunt. The other representatives. For a reward so grand. You will be hailed as. The strongest." Through every other word he would pause, as if speaking was difficult for him. Madis, God of Hunting had chosen his Champion, now only if Mikutashi would agree.

[try4]

The nukenin would rise to the platform above him; with a quick leap, he would come upon the plateau. Again the howling was upon him. As his black eyes gazed into the distance, he saw the form of a red serpent slithering through the wispy clouds; but then, the shadow of a massive beast blotted his vision, and he turned to see a flaming blue wolf approaching him.

"What the.." he stammered, surprised, yet not fearful of the creature. Had this been a wild kuchiyose?.. He wondered for a second, having heard the wolf speak in the Common tongue. The feeling that Mikutashi had felt emanating from the massive hound did not affect him.. it was similar to the presence of Lord Wazaru, oddly...

As it spoke, it made mention of its name and a tournament. These things made Miku ponder for a moment, as to what was the purpose behind these things, and where did so massive a wolf originate from. While these questions lingered in his head, he stared Madis in the eyes. "Alright, so I'm curious... how many people do I have to kill, and for what purpose did you seek me out high in the mountain?"

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Fearless
Rank: "D"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: User has a strong grip on their nerves and are very difficult to terrify.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Whether it is through experience or sheer stubbornness, user shrugs off fear and continue on their way, unaffected by even the most fearsome beasts. User gain a +3 competence bonus to all saves versus Fear effects.
Limit: Must learn from Universal Miscellaneous. Must know Iron Will.

[JiMmIyZ - Hel]

Furious Fangs

"I chose Right." The giant wolf spoke, his tone of voice seemingly self-assured. "You ask not. Why do I fight first. Instead you ask. How many do I kill. This is. Good." The giant wolf then took large steps and began to leave the area, pausing at the ledge of the mountain top before speaking further. "You fight on my behalf. In a tournament of the Gods. Of whose Champion wins. Will become King of the Gods. And rule the Gods. In peace. You fight. For reward. You fight. For spoils. You fight. For fight. Eight in total. Three matches " With these words now spoken Madis bounded from one mountain to another. His leaps covered hundreds of meters in an instant, his agility and speed were beyond the bounds of humanity yet it appeared as though despite how heavy he leapt he didn't leave behind him a blast of air where one would have expected it nor did the earth stir beneath his colossal feet. It all appeared unnatural. Soon after the wolf had left Mikutashi would find the air damp, as it there had been a lot of moisture in the air all of a sudden for no discernible reason.

The clouds would soon part and the image of a giant ship would appear yet not before a momentary glance out of the corner of his eye would reveal the form of a strange girl but she would be gone in an instant. The girl was wearing a white dress and had long blue hair that reached beyond her feet and pooled itself on the ground. It would be the most amount of detail that Mikutashi would be able to make out before she vanished and before much thought could be grasped he would hear a voice boom from the mighty ship above. "Human, chosen as acolyte of the God Madis, God of Hunting, protector of the Goddess Uhna and sealer of her overwhelming strength. I am Naeyar, God Of Messages. Do you accept this offer or do you pass?" The ship soared through the air, pushed along by giant white sails that caught the gusts of wind from above, and two smaller flags by the side of the ship pushed by artificial wind two two large turbines. Crafted from the finest timber it looked as though the lacquer finish had been polished for months to create such a sheen. With a stylized, solid gold bulbous bow reinforcing the a long pike protruding from the ships bow it looked as though it was literally cutting the clouds as it sailed through them like an ocean of fluffy white.

If Mikutashi would accept the offer he find himself instantly teleported aboard. The ship looked giant from the ground but up close, it was so much more. It stretched for miles upon miles, it was as if were made for a crew of giants, and in actuality, it was. Off in the distance, such a long way away, Mikutashi would spy a man steering the ship. It would be at the very edge of his sight but he would be able to see this man was wearing a white battle dress with golden trimming held up by brown leather suspenders. Atop his head was a roman helm crafted of gold, moulded to make it look as though the helm had sprouted wings and fitted with a Mohawk of unicorn mane. This was the Mystic Golden Helm of Divine Kings, a helm forged with the stolen horde of the great dragon Kovinth, Destroyer Of Men, by dwarves who sacrificed it to Naeyar in a great time of need. This helm acts as a ward against mind affecting ailments and help the wearer keep a sense of right while demeaning the wrong. Upon his feet were sandals crafted with leather and trimmed with gold. These were the 'Feet of Blessed Justice' a gift from the Goddess Sopuna, she had awarded it to him days after completing the sprint across the world. These boots double a the wearers speed allowing them to run both faster and for a longer time. Finally he wore upon his wrists leather bracers, the Champion's Bracers of the Prodigy. These bracers were a gift from his brother Ombus, youngest of the three. They increase the wearers strength by triple and were gifted to Naeyar amidst the boasting of Ombus who claimed to have no need for them.

The man was gripping the wheel and holding it tightly. If Mikutashi dared closed the gap he would find he was further away than the rogue had thought. As he'd draw closer and closer to the helmsman he would find that he was a giant of a man, standing over one-hundred meters tall. Resting upon a frame by his side was a staff, the magical staff 'Dragon's Cane.' Carved from the bones of Mesanth The Mysterious One, it was fitted with a great jewel but upon the fitting the bones of Mesanth began to twist and turn to a bronze and silver. Soon the images of serpents grew from the staff and accosted the jewel as if the dragons greed had surpassed the realms of life and death yet they froze before reaching it as the jewel began to glow blue. It created a shield of wings to protect itself and the serpents were halted in their advance. Some say the soul of Mesanth now lives within the jewel yet none have been able to communicate with it to confirm this theory. Other venture that the jewel was by chance the lost 'Eye of Mivtix', Goddess Of Jealousy. A lost treasure of the first wife of Hatuna, Goddess Of Thunder, which she crafted herself by tearing out her left eye and bathing it the waters of Masra, Goddess Of Truth. She used it to spy on Hatuna whilst she was away, driven mad by jealousy and paranoia, the Eye was capable of peering every corner of the universe.

With the Land of Earth being so close to the land of Wind the journey was incredibly short and soon it was time for Michiko to depart as the ship moved faster than sound across the skies and sped toward its destination. The Sand Village's lost Colosseum.

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Please exit to this thread if Mikutashi accepts the offer. Remember to repost your equipment. That will be mandatory for all threads in the event. Just sit back and wait for everyone else to catch up now.

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So then it was settled. Before Miku had a chance to respond again to Madis, the large hound turned and leapt away. At a great speed and range did it move; not even did the dust where it once stood kick up in its incorporeal disposition. With his objective in mind, he hoped that this would truly test his skills as an individual. The last time, it had dawned on him, that he had been put into a position like that was during the Blood Trials of the missing Amekage Mitsukai. He wondered about her still...

From among the clouds, the ship reappeared before the protagonist. As he readied himself to board it, a voice came to him; quickly, he turned to meet the gaze of a blue haired maiden that happened to cross his peripheral, but then she disappeared immediately. Strange..

"I accept," he declared and thus boarded the aflight vessel. He wouldn't pay much attention to the matters around him, for he had been too mentally bothered by the potential he possessed.

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accepted, pending exit

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Before he would actually depart from the massive vessel, Mikutashi gave a bout of elemental training a go. It had been some time since he had felt such a quickened wind; here, flying through the lands of Earth towards the south, gave him renewed vigor. Not only that, but the anticipation to face off against seven other potentially lethal combatants fueled his efforts. The nature of Wind had been the perfect conduit for his chakra in this setting ---

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Futon: Kazepusshu
Rank: D
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: When the user pushes out with there palm, creates a small funnel of air that can push the opponent back or over, but it causes little if any pain. This however can be a very annoying jutsu.
Special: --
Drawback: --
Description: The user quickly gathers a small amount of chakra to there hand and pushes it outward with there palm as a small funnel/gust of air blows out with enough force to push the opponent back or off balance.
Limit: Must have Wind Release.

0000 of 0010

A simple technique, really. The Wind Push, as it would be called by the nukenin, was more of a physical attack than a ninjutsu one. With the mixture of his element affinity and chakra, he could push out a small bit of wind as he moved his arms. He had read in tomes within the caverns of Dragon Wazaru's lair of nomads who performed similar body arts. Mikutashi would stand against the horizon, wherein the direction of the wind blew opposite his stance; from here, he would be able to gauge the strength of his Kazepusshu against the sails of the flying ship. 

His first attempt would draw blood --- his control over Fuuton had been incredible; his wind push here would come forth as a solid wave, which knocked against the white sails, causing them to flutter against his aggression. With some time spent learning Krav Maga, the missing ninja had toned his body, and learned various punch mechanics. Those required here were not much different. Since he had seemed to already have mastered such a basic technique, he would run the mill again, slowly this time, to perfect it and ensure that it would never fail in a real situation:

The drawing of the chakra to the tenketsu in his palms had been drawn out. Incredibly, he channeled his essence from his core, out into his chest, where it spread down his upper extremities; the winds of the quick-moving vessel pelted against him, yet with chakra churning in his boot soles, he remained where he stood -  steadfast. As he moved his arms from underneath him in a pushing motion, a quick mixing of element and chakra allowed him wind manipulation---for a split second, he could realize the immediate shift in wind direction as his whipping cloak ceased movement as a small gust of wind tore away from his body. The surge shot outward again towards the mast and sails. From behind him, he could hear the big voice of the man at the helm. Probably something about not fucking up his sails, although Miku shrugged it off, having stuffed his hands into his pockets and walked off.

[Nira]

Hm, I wonder if we've had a person on here powering a ship by using wind jutsu on the sails. Send a wind dragon flying into the sky and then blowing into the mast or something. That might break the mast, though.

Oh, and +8, by the way.

[try4]

0008 of 0010

In a secluded realm, away from the behemoth's eye, somewhere within the embrace of the large masts; amongst the safe space; that is, where no wind current moved, for now Mikutashi had ventured to a place to test his own aptitude of conjuring. With a poised mind, the growing hatchling gathered his energy; the chakra ebbed, and his mind focused on control. Carefully, the mixture of wind crept along his exterior; steadily rose the chakra upon the interior.

With great force, he awoke his senses: he pushed forward, the sliding of the fleeting wind-ship encouraged his momentum, as he attacked with the Sotsuji Shindou. Impressively, a burst of wind broke loose, pushing past even the fleeting winds of the outer mast. He had found incredible strength in Futon; his control over the element was more superior even than Katon.

[Aimi Kaguya]

+2

[try4]

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Fast Mover
Rank: "B"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: User can move faster than normal.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: User gains a +1 extra movement. This Jutsu can stack with other movement increasement Jutsus. User may only learn this technique once.
Limit: Must learn from Universal Miscellaneous.

0054 // 0070

Sand was now visible to the nukenin as the ship floated several miles above the expanding land. This country, that of Kaze no Kuni, had never before been seen by Mikutashi. The heat brought him some comfort, but the overall terrain made him feel flat. He spat out the side of the ship and crossed his arms as he leaned against a side port. The vessel steadily descended towards a massive coliseum in the distance. What sort of challengers awaited him within the decrepit complex? He shrugged the thought off as the boat finally rested several meters away from the ground. Quickly, he leapt from the side and landed within the soft textured granule.

As Miku rose to his feet, he felt a great strength in his body. He bolted forward with incredible speeds as he took off towards his destination. Having spent a majority of his time resting on the flying ship, he had renewed vitality. Not even the sand proved cumbersome to the fleet-foot missing nin. He glided over dunes with ease; running in this terrain didn't prove as difficult as he had formerly imagined, after all.

With the coliseum still several leagues away, he had increased his overall movement speed to cover up so large a distance in a short time. Coolly he bound over dunes and avoided a plot of cacti that dotted a particular region of the desert. This, if anything, served a great purpose to him---it allowed him to test his reflexes and awareness.

The field of cacti had been randomly formatted: large limbs stuck out of the main part of the cactus, which Mikutashi nimbly ducked under or side-stepped on his way towards the combat field. As he easily cleared the plot of vegetation, he came across two medium-sized scorpions. Both of them seemed highly aggressive, and rushed towards the nukenin with closing pincers; the venomous tail of each one hung in anticipation. As the protagonist moved his hand to his toolbag, he swiftly pulled star-shuriken from its confines and hurled them at the oversized arachnids.  Both had been previously outfitted with exploding tags, which he soon after detonated with a universal jutsu. Smoke enveloped the wild animals and various body parts went flying in random directions. Mikutashi was free to continue onward..

[Tetsu]

+9

You're getting close *quivers with excitement*

[try4]

0063 // 0070

Spiraling sands...


At a moment's notice, he altered his direction.

Mikutashi had to throw himself to his right to avoid the hidden trap lain by an ant lion. While he had been moving through the torrid desert, he noticed a slight shifting in the sands... this made him cautious; ever alert, he figured some sort of technique was being used by an unseen opponent, but it was the natural work of an inhabitant of the desert. His black clothing had become riddled with golden granules as he lifted himself from the coarse soil and shook loose the grit. Apparently, the man had become much quicker than he normally should have been. Perhaps training with the Chunin Noriko gave him some insight on how to utilize his speed at another level; or maybe he was just getting stronger, after all. With the coliseum still some ways away, he broke into a frenzied run, anxious to arrive at the meeting place..

In his alacritous wake, waves of sand were kicked up. The fast moving nukenin hadn't been using a Shunshin.. no - his movements lacked that flickering motion, and had instead been fueled by the coiling springs in his legs. Occasionally, he would adjust his run as he zigged to the left, away from a large boulder in the middle of the desert; or zagged to his right in order to keep a straight line of sight on his destination. Nothing else mattered to the dragon youth now as he neared the complex. Madis had chosen him as his Champion---yet he would do well not for the timber wolf, but for himself. His cunning and quickness would prove useful to him here.

The place loomed before him. Over the horizon, he noticed wavy figures; erect, just like he. These must be some of the other combatants, he thought. Miku quickly moved his hands as he slowly walked towards the group; he had moved his tools in such away that hira-shuriken and explosive tags lay wrapped around the former. With several of the swift and consecutive movements, he flapped his black cloak in the wind and hardened his glare. This was good as any Chunin Exam, he figured, since it dawned on him that he defected from Amegakure no Sato before theirs.

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exit; move to wind country

[Nira]

Suddenly, through the power of experience, you feel slightly faster.

That might be useful.

+7, Learned.