Kenjutsu Dojo (Open to all)

[loyal]

Oh lord.

[+2.]

[Baika Ibara]

Tsuka-ate (Striking with the Hilt)
Rank: D Rank
Effect: Prevents a weak (D Rank or less) strike from the front and deflects/blocks a weak (D Rank or less) attack from the rear.
Special: None
Drawbacks: None
Description: Commencing from a raised knee, seated position, the practioner uses the hilt to strike the weapon-hand of an front attacker, then draws and forestalls an attack from then rear then sheathes.
Restrictions: Must have a Senpai/Sensei of a Kenjutsu Dojo to learn; must have Reflex Training (D Rank)


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"Good enough.." Usuka muttered, none to impressed but the pupil did pretty good for the time he spent on it. Not like she'd tell him that though.

Baika sat down on the tatami mat he had been standing on for the past hour so. He was breathing heavily but couldn't stop yet, he needed to keep training. Struggling, he stood back up supporting himself on his katana.

"Are you ready?" his sensei asked not particularly caring if he was or not, she was going to resume training regardless.

But Baika nodded slowly and adjusted his katana and sheath on his hip.

"Good, the next technique you'll be learning is Tsuka-ate, this won't be as easy as the past few techniques you learned." Usuka weaves a few quick handsigns and makes a clone of herself, "You will first use the hilt of your sword to strike my hand then you'll spin around and deflect an attack. Simple. Now let's see you do it."

Usuka and her clone went to two sides of Baika, one in front of him one behind him. The clone and the real master both had bokkens.

Baika takes up the normal iaijutsu stance and prepares to be attacked. One of the Usuka's come at Baika's front, but faster then he expected as the side of his left arm met with the wooden bokken.

The young shinobi groans in pain, he's arms and sides were covered in bruises from this damn bokken.

Usuka and her clone resume their starting positions again and Baika prepares his katana again. One of the two Usuka's come running at the front of Baika.

He manges to draw his sword enough to skim the hand that held her bokken with his hilt. He spins around and just barely could draw his sword into to make Usuka's bokken glance off it slightly.

Baika drops his katana panting heavily, but quickly picks up and prepares for the berating of the bokken once more.

This would happen for several minutes until Baika finally to catch on to how he needed to time it. As the first Usuka came running at Baika he grabbed onto the sheath of his sword pushing it forward intensely and slamming it into the hand that gripped the bokken.

In a puff of smoke one Usuka went away. Baika spun around, the sheath of his sword in one hand, the hilt of his sword in the other. In one graceful turn the young ninja had managed to unsheath his sword, barely deflect Usuka-sensei's attack.

But he couldn't resheath his sword, which could cause him to have to repeat the training, much to his demise.

[roko]

+6.

[Baika Ibara]

.6|10.

"You can do better than that you idiot." Usuka says getting frustrated with the boys incompentance in training. She quickly makes a new clone and flanks Baika again.

He wasn't enjoying this at all and really wish he could just leave. But that wouldn't get him anywhere, he had to push on. So he, somewhat reluctantly, sheathed his sword once more and a prepared for the attacks that were to follow.

The young student rests one hand on the hilt of his sword and prepares to defend himself from an enslaught of wooden attacks.

The clone flashes before his eyes, its bokken coming down fast and by the looks of it, it was going to hurt. He started to draw his sword and slams his hilt into the clones hand.

Alright, so he had that part down, now he just had to deflect the attack from behind.

So without hesitating he spins around on his heel drawing his katana at the same time. He manages to deflect the boken of the real Usuka but he's sword tips out of his hand clattering to the ground.

He groans as the realisation that he'll probably have to go through all of this again hits him. But he'd wait to hear from his sensei.

[|Ayame Unbound|]

Meh 4. Paragraphs please.

[Baika Ibara]

{OOC: Yeah, I know. My brain just kinda died on me last night and I couldn't think of anything else to type}

Reflex Training
Rank: D, C and B Rank
Effect: D Rank - Improves evasive and deflection/blocking skill marginally. C Rank - Improves evasive and deflection/blocking skill slightly. B Rank - Improves evasive and deflection/blocking skill moderately
Special: None
Drawbacks: Cannot learn Quick Strike training.
Description: The practitioner is put through a series of rigorous repetitive movements to improve their ability to reflexively react to attacks by evading or deflecting/blocking with their sword. As they develop their training, their speed and reflexes slowly increase.
Restriction: Must have a Senpai/Sensei of a Kenjutsu Dojo to learn.

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Baika dropped his sword as his sensei nodded approvingly of his progress. He sat down on the tatami mats panting heavily, sweat dripping down his face.

Usuka left the room for a moment and came back holding a wooden cup filled with some water, handing it to her current student with a small smile on her face.

"Thanks.." Baika says dryly quickly taking the water and drinking it quickly. Usuka then precedes to hand him a cloth to wipe his face with, which he does willingly. The young shinobi stands back up and prepares for more rigorous training.

"This training will start a little bit more lax than the last few have" Usuka says calmly seeing the boy's determination to train.

"Now remember when you first learned the Reflex Training?"

Baika thinks back and gives a slight nod.

"Good, we'll be training that today. Just more intensely than last time. You'll have to either deflect the attack, block it or evade it. I'll start out easy but it wont stay that way." Usuka-sensei says to him.

Baika nods slowly resting his right hand on the hilt of his sword, his left hand holding the sheath of his sword right below where the hilt starts.

Usuka stands in front of him with her bokken ready.

Tak.

The sound of the wooden bokken meeting the cold steel of the katana. She was starting out slow, but it wwouldn't stay that way for long. The next attack was already faster than the last, but he still blocked it with ease.

Five attacks later and it was starting to speed up visibly. As the attacks came faster and became harder to block Baika had to concentrate harder on whether to block the attack or evade, depeneding on whether or not he wanted more bruises from the wooden bokken.

Whack.

Whack.

Whack.

Three attacks in a row he was unable to block or evade and suffered one hit to the side of his left shoulder and two to both sides of his chest. He managed to side-step out of the way of the next attack but he could still feel it skim his arm.

She was moving even faster now, her attacks twice as fast as they had been during his training with the last few techniques. He just barely managed to draw his katana enough to deflect a horizontal attack coming at his stomach.

Baika sheathed his sword and barely managed to draw it again in time to deflect the next attack like he did the previous, barely getting his sword out enough to stop it.

How long would this have to continue?

[¤ Lady Raиu ¤]

To learn a C-rank jutsu, at D-Class, requires 30 TP. So it is out of 30 not 20. ^^;

+7+

.7/30.

[Baika Ibara]

{OOC: Ack, thanks, that musta slipped by me when I was reading over. Stupid typo}

.7|30.

Baika leans his sword against the floor using it like a cane as he takes a few deep breaths as he prepares to start training again. He feels the room start to spin around him and he starts to loose balance, supporting himself with only his katana.

"I'm going to take a step outside..." Baika mutters quietly walking outside the dojo leaving the slidining door open behind him.

He leans against the wall taking several deep breaths and staring up at the foggy sky, the mist falling over his face softly. As he starts to cool down he sits down on the damp grass.

The young shinobi's mind starts to flutter away to thoughts of his late Big Brother. He wouldn't want Baika to give up. So he forced himself to press on, but not before sitting in the cool mist for another few minutes.

Baika steps back into the dojo, sliding the door shut behind.

"Are you ready now?" Usuka asks him as she readies herself for more training.

Her pupil nods some and stands in front of her, prepared to do whatever it takes to get the hang of this. and thus it starts, the constant flow of repetitive attack patterns always being avoided or blocked until she starts getting faster.

Baika feels the air fly off of his sensei's bokken as he bends backwards slightly to avoid being hit across the face with the sturdy piece of wood. Unfortunately he couldn't regain his balance enough to come back to a upright standing position and fell onto his back. But without hesitation he jumped back up and with even more determination than before, continued with his training.

As the attacks start coming faster Baika could barely evade them, let alone delfect them, but he still tried as hard as he could to do so as he weakly grabbed the hilt of his katana and drew it with sufficient speed. Alas, Usuka was still faster and hit his katana hard enough to knock it clean out of his hands.

He didn't feel like this would ever end.

[loyal]

OH. IT'S GONNA END SOONER OR LATER.

[+7.]

[Baika Ibara]

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Baika struggles to retrieve his katana falling down as he bends over to get it. The dojo felt abnormally warm. He slides off his oversized shirt and throws it to the ground. Revealing his well built chest and arms. He wasn't increidbly muscular, but impressive nonetheless for his thin stature.

He resumes his iaijutsu stance and prepares for more of this reflex training, and as he did so Usuka swung her bokken down slower than she had been. It was just the speed Baika was comfortable with as he drew his blade, deflected the bokken and resheathed his sword in one fluid motion.

Beads of sweat glistened on the young shinobi as he prepared to draw his sword at any moment. Usuka in one swift movement had swung hir bokken and hit Baika hard enough to knock him off of his feet, though that may have just been a result of his wavering stamina.

"Follow me." Usuka mutters walking away from Baika and sliding open a door in the dojo shutting it behind her.

Baika sits up slowly at first, reaching around for his sword. He grabs the hilt and drags it onto his lap as he sits there to ponder for a few moments. His mind flutters around helplessly.

Thoughts of his life, his Big Brother, his village. His village he needed to be strong so he could protect it and the people in it, for the people like his Big Brother and the ones who couldn't protect themselves. Baika would have to give up hiding behind training and go out into the real world of a shinobi sooner or later.

He'd prefer to wait for later, but he knew what was really needed of him, he couldn't be this weak and be a ninja it would just be absurd.

"Let's go!!"

The loud screech of his sensei's voice broke his concentration and he lost his train of though all together. He grabbed the hilt of his sword and stabbed the tip of the blade into the floor between two tatami mats. Baika pulled himself up using the katana as support, he sheathes his sword and starts walking towards the door he saw his sensei walk out of.

He slides open the door only to be greeted by a small room with only one other door.

'That must be where she went' he thinks to himself proceeding to the next door. He slides the door open and immediately feels a blast of air on his face, it felt...refreshing.

He takes a step forward and sees Usuka-sensei standing in the middle of a large area of grass, but surrounded on all four sides by walls. Walls of the dojo he assumed.

There was a light mist falling over the area with a soft breeze following, making it feel almost like small blades of grass scratching his face. Though this was like a double-edged sword: on one side it would cool him down and help him focus more, on the other the visibility decreased and he'd have more trouble seeing Usuka's wooden bokken during training.

Baika would just have to live with these trivial facts, he had to finish soon so he could go back to the village and prove himself as a better shinobi.

He squinted slightly to see better in the mist and he could see Usuka advancing on him slowly. He got into the position of the iaijutsu stance and prepared for the worst. Drops of rain dripped from the sleeveless fishnet shirt that was covering his chest, a gust of wind blowing his black hakama to his left side

Usuka was now in front of him and her wooden blade came soaring through the air and surprisingly Baika mangaed to just barely deflect it. In the stupor of deflecting that attack he forgot to ready himself for Usuka again, and he was reprimanded by a hard hit to the side his face with the bokken.

That probably wasn't going to work in his favour.

[loyal]

GOGOGOGOGOGO.

[+10.]

[Baika Ibara]

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Baika shakes his head side to side after being hit by the bokken, his purple getting caught in the breeze as he does so. Water dripped off his toned body as he prepared for the next slew of attacks from his sensei. He could hear the air be cutting in half as Usuka's bokken came charging at him.

Baika drew his sword quickly and managed to get his katana in front of the bokken but he wasn't strong enough to keep the attack surpressed as Usuka-sensei's bokken came crashing down unto her pupil's shoulder. The young boy resheathed his katana and, before resting his hand on the hilt, ran a his right hand through his hair pushing his bangs off his forehead momentarily.

As his hand came back down to rest on the hilt of his sword, his bangs came abck down as well. His body at this point had become completely soaked with water, his clothes were in the same condition. But he had to press on with his training, this would be his last technique.

The bokken came whizzing through the air and Baika side-stepped out of range, but just barely as it skimmed the side of his right arm. He moved back in front of Usuka, hand on the hilt of his sword, the other positioned a few inches below it. And once again the wooden practice sword cut through the mist and fog and was met by the cold steel of Baika's katana.

He was getting better and his sensei could see that plain as day. She knew he'd grow up to be a promising shinobi. So many thoughts rushed through Baika's head: where would she attack next, how would she attack, fast or slow. All of these were the aspects that mad eup this part of his training and if he didn't know those chances are he'd fail.

Baika clutched the hilt of his sword drawing it with what seemed to him as blinding speed, but to a skilled master like Usuka it was probably average at the most. His sensei's bokken came slicing through the mist right towards Baika's throat, but alas he managed to get his katana out fast enough to stall the attack and save his neck from major damage.

[loyal]

Yay.

[+6.]

[Baika Ibara]

Usuka stares at her young student intently, giving him the impression that he'd have to go through this drill several times more, but much to his surprise he heard something completely different.

"You pass." Usuka says to him trying to hide the happiness in her voice.

Baika's eyes grow wide in astonishment, he wasn't going to question how he did it nor would he have the time. A few moments later he fell down onto his back laying in the damp grass peacefully.

Usuka brings him back into the dojo and wraps him in a blanket until he comes back around a few hours later. He woke up to find several bandages on his arm, torso and neck presumably where he had several bruises from the bokken.

Baika slowly stands up retrieving the shirt that he had shed when his training was getting more intense and puts it back on. His sleeveless fishnet shirt was still on, apparently Usuka didn't take out off to bandage him up.

As the young shinobi was repositioning his sword on his left hip Usuka spoke to him.

"I want you to remember all the training we've done, it could come in handy one day. And, I hope to see you here again soon."

And without another word she disappeared behind a door leaving Baika alone.

Once he had all his possesions together he walked to the first door he came in, sliding it open slowly. He walked out side and was greeted by a little bit of sun shine through the clouds of the capitol city.

He left to head back to his home village of Kirigakure.

[e x i t]