Mato's Wet Training! (T)

[Mato Kuroi]

Douyou Kobushi (Shaking Fist)
Rank: "C"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: Punching out with their palm, the attacker quivers the palm before hitting in order to do more damage.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Upon striking the opponent, one makes their fist vibrate slightly before impact to do more damage than a regular punch could do. This punch’s secret is in the vibration causing the internal organs to be vibrated/shocked. The internal organs shake and move around due to the violent vibration within the attack.
Limit: Must learn from a Master of Goutetsu 轟鉄 (Strong Iron), Must know Goutetsu 轟鉄 (Strong Iron) Universal Techniques

Rain, it's always fricken' Rain!

The constant non-stop pitter-patter of rain echoed upon the dirt covered windows of the Amagakure Village buildings, and no doubt upon the dirty slum-like streets aswell. The hour was late; the stars had come out, and the streets were bare of life. The village residents having returned home to engage in slumber. Well.. that was all except one within a tatty looking wooden building on the outskirts of town where the flicker of candle light was still evident while a lone girl stood training.

The girl in question Mato was clad in simple black attire, a hood overhead concealing her features nicely from possible onlookers while her cold blue-eyes stared out at the flickering candle within a nearby window filled with determination. Mato was clearly on edge; her muscles were tensed, her posture appeared jumpy while she barely suppressed the urge to yawn. Mato slowly parted her legs; stepping forward with her left-foot, raising her arms high before her face while seemingly preparing herself for something..

Mato's breath was calm, concentrated even; she exhaled loudly drawing back her arm to increase the strength behind the coming strike.

"Yah!" she called, driving the arm forward with everything she could muster; the arm briefly holding in place before she vibrated her fist. The invisible strike level with an opponents heart.

"Yah!" she called once again, this time pulling back her left-arm and striking with her right. Their was the same awkward, brief moment of respite before the same vibration was performed. A bead of sweat ran down Mato's face beneath her hood.

'Again!'

Mato could almost hear the voice of her sensei within her head; the class had already long since finished but here she was still training, upstairs almost undoubtedly her guru was snoring unaware of his dojo's late night visitor.

'Heh, I gotta be crazy breaking into a dojo like this!' Mato pondered, mentally scolding her actions. 'Oh relax Mato where else are you gonna train?' came the reassuring voice of Rize. 'Just keep training!' Rize continued, a hint of devilish laughter at her reassuring words..

Mato giving a nod of determination before resuming her efforts; pulling back her right-arm and striking with her left. This time not allowing herself the moment of respite the vibration was near instantaneous but still she was not satisfied. 'Again!!' Rize declared loudly, waiting for the next strike.

'Hmm, maybe I should get myself a training dummy?' Mato pondered, uncertain of the effects behind her vibrations. 'like a punching bag, or one of those wooden dummy things they use in kungfu- just so I know that these strikes are actually doing something?' Mato concluded, waiting for Rize's response.

'Sure.. whatever!!' Rize responded with a hint of agitation at her quieter meeker self.

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'Hmm, I wonder where Sensei keeps the training accessories?' Mato pondered, stroking her chin while deep in thought.

'I dunno, probably the storage closet!' Rize answered sarcastically, this time completely unable to suppress her agitation. Mato hurriedly headed towards the closet at Rize's command. 'Just don't forget to keep it down, unless of course you want to get caught?' Rize teased, bringing a flush of shame to Mato's pale white cheeks as the meeker personality looked down upon the hardwood dojo with embarrassment.

Mato pulled open the sliding door wooden closet, the sound of wood scratching atop on another briefly filling the empty dojo until her eyes saw the reflection of the white punching bag under the moonlight. Mato stepped cautiously into the walk-in dojo closet deciding it'd be best to leave the door open for herself should she be forced to make a quick exit. The hooded girl slowly stepped up to the punching bag- giving it a light tap she watched it hanging unsteadily upon its chain.

'That should be good enough..' Rize's voice assured the quieter Mato, as Mato herself returned to her earlier combat stance. Mato taking another deep breath to calm her nerves. 'Now strike!' Rize called, causing Mato to comically fall forward unable to hold her stance; she instead followed the movement of her muscles as she twisted her arm and wrist- missing the punching bag altogether.

'Ha, what do you even call that?' Rize teased, waiting for a retort. 'Why don't you just let me take over? You've never even fought a day in your life!' Rize continued confidently.

“Yeah.. cause you've always protected me..” Mato responded quietly, waiting to see how Rize would react. “I'm gonna have to learn if I want to protect myself..” Mato continued after a moment of silence.

'Grr!' A growl of agitation came at Mato's words. 'Fine! see if I care!' Rize barked, the bolder personality seemingly shutting up and offering no assistance any longer. Mato wore a brief pout at her other personalities reaction but nevertheless she steeled herself and returned to her training.

The hooded girl once again drawing back her left-arm and slamming it forward into the punching bag. The usual moment of respite was had before Mato attempted to vibrate her fist and shuffle the stuffing within the punching bag. Yet, there seemed to be no movement within the punching bag's contents- she could feel her own wrist and arm vibrating as one might expect with the move but it was clear that it was having no effect upon her enemy..

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The constant pitter-patter of the rain could be heard even within this small storage closet, yet Mato couldn't hide her annoyance after realizing the technique was lacking it's most key element. 'I'm gonna have to get that sorted; It's just a basic punch otherwise..' Mato told herself gloomily. 'If only I had a teacher here or something..' She assured herself, lowering her stance a little and spreading her legs a little further apart. This time she again drove her arm forward this time twisting her muscles while outstretching her arm- she near instantly felt a difference a vibration surging down through her biceps all the way through her tendons.

Mato smirked triumphantly upon feeling the contents of the punching bag shifting beneath her fingers. “I see!” Mato declared victoriously, near bouncing on the spot in her triumph. “I've just got to twist the arm more while driving it forwards- the muscles then shift and settle in place upon contact with whatever I'm hitting!” she assured herself, partly hoping that Rize might interject something but it seemed that her other persona had like the town settled to sleep.

The hooded Mato returned to the most basic of fighting stance; legs shoulder width apart, and arms raised before her face. She then took another deep breath inward while mentally fortifying her focus. Mato then took a small step forward this time driving the arm forward even harder then before twisting her muscles even more harshly as she sought to test her newfound discovery..

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As, the blow connected with the fabric of the punching bag, a tearing sound could be heard; Mato smirked upon realizing her success with the technique a quivering vibration continuing down her biceps and penetrating into the leathery fabric of the punching bag. Mato was pleased with her success but upon withdrawing her arm from the training equipment a mass of white beads began to spill out onto the hard-oak flooring of the dojo.

"Crap! Now I've gone and done it!" Mato declared, almost certain that the mass of spilling beads was sure to awaken her slumbering sensei upstairs. The hooded Mato began to turn her head violently in either direction in her panic."I've gotta get out of here!" Mato told herself, barking in anger almost. The Rain Ninja turning on her heels and sprinting back through the open storage closet doorway; continuing out into the streets. Mato instantaneously felt the downpour of rain as it connected with the soft fabric of her cloak and pants.

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