Uh-oh [Training+Open]

[Matsu]

Paiken (Cup Fist)
Rank: E
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: (In description)
Special: --
Drawback: --
Description: This stance is supposed to mimic the user holding a cup. This puts the character’s hand in a good position for blocking and striking, keeping the hands and arms of the user ready for a wide variety of techniques, and makes the shoulders ready for explosive movements. The wrist is in a position where it can easily strike or block, and the fingers are curled in with the index finger hooked out, which helps in trapping an opponent's arms while blocking. The arms can be used for short or long range techniques, as well as the elbows, combined with various feints and strikes.
Limit: Must be Drunk to do.

[0|5]

The first drink is usually the worst..

A potent mixture, one commonly consumed by the masses now sat in the cup before Magojiro. This was his way of relaxing after such a mission, but never before had he ever consumed enough for him to become intoxicated to the point of being drunk. The cup would be brought to his lips slowly, a smile on his rosey cheeks as he consumed the liquid, this was perhaps his fourth glass from the large jug he carried on his hip side. Slowly his vision would start to become blurred, things sliding in and out of focus more frequently as he started to laugh at everything that went by his face. The people in the surrounding area became nervous, what was he laughing for? Perhaps he was crazy as well as drunk? "What'd you want, HIC!" asked Magojiro to the air as he stood suddenly, throwing his stool across the room.

Immediately his body seemed to react to feeling threatened, even if no one was there, his hands would curl up as if he were holding a cup as he held them before himself. Rocking back and forth on his heels, he would sway as if he had no sense of balance. "Graaah! C'mon, Baka, BAWK BAWK." he taunted, people scooting their chairs further away from the man who seemed to have lost his mind. Just then a large man, obviously one who helped keep the drunks in line came over, placing a hand on the drunken Magojiro's shoulder. "Sir, I ha--" he would begin, but was soon cut off by the drunken anger that would explode forth from Magojiro. "ASSASSIN!" he would scream in a drunken stupor as he wheeled around, swaying backwards a few steps before shooting forth and punching the bouncer in the stomach a few times. "C'mon! C'mon, put em up, put em uuuuuuup." he said with an arrogant tone as he hiccuped his agreement to the statement.

Obviously not pleased, the bouncer would growl and charge forth, anger over taking him. Magojiro watched in a drunken stupor, his eyes slightly closing as he resisted the temptation to fall asleep as he watched the threat move closer. At the last moment however, the teenage shinobi would fall over to the side, causing the bouncer to trip over him and go stumbling into the next table. "Oi!!! Who tripped me!?" shouted Magojiro as he stood once more, his arms extending forth as if he were holding something in his cupped hand again. His gaze would shift from person to person as he swayed, a look of stupidity spread on his face. "Be.. a man. C'mon.. whoa, HIC!" he said loudly as he hiccuped, causing him to teeter dangerously on his heels. Just then the room would spin, closing his eyes he would crash to the floor, however the bouncer who had recently gotten to his feet would be fooled by this ploy. Appearing to have fallen asleep during his drunken rage, the bouncer would slowly make his way over.

[|Ayame Unbound|]

Learned~

[Matsu]

Gansaku Suimin (Fake sleep) TaiJutsu
Rank: D Rank
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: (in description)
Special: --
Drawback: --
Description: (Fake sleep) An attack in which the name is half accurate. The user falls asleep, yet is still conscious along with lightning reflexes. The result of being attacked in this state results in being attacked by a very powerful drunk person. The user also loses his temper very easily if awoken in the best part of sleep. (Note: The user is a very light sleeper when this "attack" is used.)
Limit: Must be Drunk to do

[0|10]

Snoring, like a baby..

The bouncer would come upon Magojiro as he slept there on the ground, feeling that the threat of the drunken maniac was gone. Unaware to the bouncer, and even Magojiro himself, he was using perhaps one of the most unpredictable fighting styles ever. The fat man would peer down upon him, deciding to get a little revenge for the hits that Magojiro had managed to land upon him. Raising his leg into the air, he would prepare to stomp down upon an unsuspecting drunkard, one who was seemingly sound asleep and no threat to anyone anymore. With a swift rushing sound the leg would seem on target for the sleeping idiot, however at the last moment Magojiro would groan and roll over onto his left side. Snoring loudly, he would chuckle slightly. "Isamu, you know I love it when you wear your Tu-tu. It makes your butt look nice.." he said in his drunken slumber with a massive chuckle. What exactly he was talking about, no one would really be able to determine.

The Bouncers eyebrow would raise as he watched the man narrowly avoid his foot and not be awakened by the stomping sound. 'What a strange man..' the Bouncer thought to himself, even in his currently pissed off mood. Just then he would adjust himself, so that instead his kick would be aimed towards Magojiro's back. Charging forth, he would swing his leg forth in what he expected to be a powerful kick that would land upon his back. Instead, the drunken man would simply raise himself up into a handstand and then flop over onto his belly, face down on the floor. Snoring still, he seemed to not even be phased by all that was going on around him. The bar patrons would break out into a fit of giggles as they watched the bouncer be defeated by a drunken, sleeping man. This only served to increase the mans rage even further.

Pissed, the bouncer would bring his foot down in a series of stomps that were aimed to maim the sleeping form of Magojiro. With each stomp came a loud snoring sound and an involuntary dodge, it seemed that his twitches and position changes were just completely well timed, luck on his side. "WHATS WITH THIS IDIOT!?" he roared as the crowd that watched the event cheered and shouted insults towards the man who was simply trying his best to hit the sleeping imbecile. Magojiro would hiccup in his sleep, mummbling something soon after. "Remember that time where I stuck a blank bomb tag to your.." Magojiro would mummble for a moment, a section of it becoming inaudible. "..and then you thought it was real and almost lost your jewels!?" he said with a maniacle cackle in his sleep. The crowd was in an uproar once more, not sure what to do with themselves.

"WAKE UP!!!" shouted the Bouncer as he once more moved towards the sleeping form, only this time Magojiro would react. "Oi! You fell for such a stupid, HIC, trick!" shouted Magojiro, trying to play it off as if he had faked the sleep that the sake had induced. With several quick jabs to the abdomen, the bouncer would stumble back into a seat that was soon empty when the patron noticed the large mans path. Magojiro would once more enter the cupped fist stance, swaying as if he had no sense of balance. "Woot woot. I r teh boxin' champion.." he said with a stupid drunken grin. "Ish that all yoush gots?" he asked as he waited, staggering. "Come on.." he taunted which was all it took for the bouncer to charge once more. Closing the distance, a punch would be thrown at Magojiro..

[Nira]

Consider it learned

[Matsu]

Uncle Stirs the Barrel
Rank: C
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: (in description)
Special: --
Drawback: --
Description: First the user must strike the opponent's shoulders just before the collar bone ends, loosening the defense of an opponent; a strike to the head on each side simultaneously could also be used to dizzy the opponent. Next the user gets very close, touching the opponent chest to chest, extending their arms out behind the opponent's head and bending the elbows so that the hands nearly touch. Straightening one arm quickly, the user knocks the opponent's head toward the other arm, where the user proceeds to roll his upper body as if it were a ball. The user tosses the dizzied opponent forward with a thrust of their right arm, causing the opponent to stumble backward. Finally the user follows up with a leaping spin kick with the right leg, landing on the right leg. A reverse roundhouse is performed with the left leg, striking the opponent in the face with the outside of the foot, and ending with the user falling to his/her knees and striking the opponent in the chin with his/her wrist, his/her hand bent.
Limit: Must be drunk to do.

[0|20]

The most unorthadox thing anyone would ever see..

The man seemed to be easy to taunt, even for a drunken idiot who simply said whatever came to his mind. If it were not for his drunken state, this would all simply be an elaborate day dream, too bad for the bouncer however. His charge was something that even a drunk could predict, straight as a bull charge which made it easy for Magojiro to dodge, swaying off to the left while holding his invisible cup. "I thinks one more will hit teh spotz, HIC." said Magojiro as he picked up another cup from a nearby table and downed it with a deep drink. Sighing his relief, he would once more take up the half cup stance and stare forth at the bouncer. "I'll leave thish place when you t-throw.. me out.. the door.." he said in broken peices, his words slowly starting to fail him, or perhaps his mouth was just faster then his brain at this point. Stopping himself from running head long into a pole, the bouncer would once more make his way back towards Magojiro.

"Alright pal, it's time we got serious.." he said as he rolled up his sleeves, determining that the only way this would end was if he was able to render the drunken man unconcious. The only problem with this was getting past such a ridiculous fighting style, he was not trained well enough for something like this. "Whats that? A stance for girlsh?" asked Magojiro with a stupid grin on his face, obviously pleased with such a measely insult. "Yea, you'll see pal.." said the bouncer as he stepped in and threw a punch. Taking the hit directly to the chest, Magojiro would step back a few paces and look amused, unphased by the pain. "Well, no we hash something there.." he said with a stupid grin once more as he staggered forth, looking as if he would not remain standing much long. The latter was true, he would lose his footing and fall onto the ground, only to recover soon after. "Oopshie daisy.." came the drunken mummbling as he looked too messed up to continue.

That was when he would strike out, the man caught off guard by all this. A strong blow would land upon the mans collar bone, throwing his guard off by alot. A loud grunt would come forth as he staggered slightly, giving Magojiro all the time he needed. "Lemme show you a twick." he said with a chuckle as he seemed to dance forwards towards his prey. Bringing both his arms up, the bouncer would gaze at them as if trying to defend himself from some kind of punch. Only then would he become paranoid and look down for a kick, only to be greeted with a slap to the side of the head from each direction. "Gotta, HIC, pay attentshion.." he said with a grin as his eyelids fluttered, almost too heavy to remain standing. Just then he would start to make loud noises, mostly to annoy his opponent as he shuffled his feet along the floor. 'Good god, whats he doing now?' wondered the bouncer as he would soon get his answer.

Hands would once more dart forth towards the unsuspecting man, not giving him much of a chance to react. Clapping him upside the head once more, Magojiro would then push his arms forth on either side of the head. "Stirred, not shaken.." he said with a giggle as he started to rotate the bouncers head within the cradle he created out of his arms. As he did so he laughed immensely, not exactly sure of why he was doing it. The bouncer would become disoriented quickly, not sure of what would happen to him. In this moment, all he could do was wish that this maddness would come to an end, however it was only the beginning. Releasing him suddenly, the bouncer would stagger as he was forced off his guard by such a silly technique. "Uncle shtirs teh barrel.." said Magojiro slowly with glee in his voice as he staggered to the left, then back to his center. "Oopsh, I meant to do tha.."

[Zetsumei]

+10

[Matsu]

[10|20]

"Moar you say?" asked Magojiro as he watched the man regain his stance and once more come forth with the intent to fight. A smile spread on his face, all the way up to his rosey cheeks as he raised one finger into the air. "Kay, hold on den.." he said with a grin as he attempted to reach for another cup of sake. His hand would clasp around it firmly as he quickly raised it to his lips and poured it into his waiting maw. The bouncer however finally put two and two together, which took the brute long enough. "Drunken Boxing!" he exclaimed, finally able to tell why his movements were so over exagerated and ridiculous. A nervous sweat drop would roll down the mans face as he watched the staggering fighter, unsure of how to take down one such as this. He was unfamiliar with this styles stances and forms, it's methods of attack were all over the place and usually unable to be read without knowing the style yourself. The bouncer would step in to attack once more, unsure.

That was all it would take for the fight to pretty much end, the staggering fighter amused by his opponents determination. Magojiro would crouch like he was going to preform a low sweep, only to stop halfway and stand back up. The Bouncers punch swept where his head would have been if he had not moved, too slow to actually touch the drunken man. Standing up and spinning quickly, Magojiro would shoot his arm forth and land a crippling smack to the mans collar bone which would cause serious imbalance within the way he stood. This was the perfect setup, from here on out this would be the final move needed to put his opponent into the land of sleeping baffoons. Smashing his fists upside the mans head, Magojiro would smirk as the man opened himself up for even more punishment that would follow swiftly.

Shooting his arms forth once more, Magojiro's "stirring" would cause the man to roll about inside the cradle formed by the arms. Dizzier and dizzier with each completed circuit, the bouncer would not be able to remain standing on his own soon. That was when he would strike, pushing the man backwards with all his force. Staggering, the bouncer would find it all for naught to even bother with trying to gain his footing, there was nothing more he could do in this disoriented state of mind. Mago croaked a few times like a dieing toad for no reason other then his hyper state of being drunk before he would smile. "Game ovah chumpette.." he said with a chuckle as he made to finish the man off. Jumping into the air, he would rotate his body so that the outside of his right foot would be extended forth, connecting with a loud thwack to the mans jawline. That would pretty much end it all, but for good measure he would continue, even if he was not able to judge good measure.

Landing on his right leg, Mago would fall to his knees before unleashing a smack to the mans chin with the backside of his dominant hand. The blow would come so fast that the bouncer would stagger backwards, fall, and crash into a table. "Snap, HIC.." said Mago as he sat there on his knees, dazed and amused. "Thank you for playing, I ish gonna be here.. all week.." he said with a loud burp as he fell backwards onto the floor, rolling about and giggling in a drunken fit. What was so funny, no one would be quite sure. Perhaps he was laughing about the fact he won, or perhaps it was the fact he just farted.. only the face of the nearest lady would be able to tell..

[|Ayame Unbound|]

L.E.A.R.N.E.D.

[Matsu]

Drunken Rush
Rank: E
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: (in description)
Special: --
Drawback: --
Description: The user rushes forward without regard for their health, their body straight as a board, only their feet propelling them forward and their hands down at their sides. This confuses the opponent and surprises them, giving them little choice but to back away. Even if the opponent attacks the user, the user feels no pain, the alcohol rushing through him dulling it to nothing. Once the opponent is off guard, the user can then use another attack as a surprise attack.
Limit: Must be drunk to do.

[0|5]

Stumbling about like a drunken fool, Mago would find himself once more drinking straight from a bottle of Sake he found. The nearby patrons just watched with the faintest traces of amusement as he went about his self destructive path. Gulping loudly, Mago would smack his lips as his eyes wandered about the room. Almost everything in it seemed to have some sort of fuzzy outline, and there just so happened to be four of everything. "W-w-who redecorated? HIC." the young Waterfall Ninja would inquire as he stumbled over a stool, causing him to nearly lose his balance. "U-uh oh, someones trying to trip me. Be careful there shport." he would say in a breathy tone, the smell of alcohol radiating from his breath. "What chu lookin' at? You want some dis?" he asked as he stumbled towards the man in the corner who seemed to have interest in the drunkard.

"I wish to test your skills, that was quite the display." said the stranger as he stood and bowed to the drunk Magojiro. Mago would simply burst out into a fit of giggles that would have him snorting loudly. "Ya ya. Well lemme haz dis drink first kay?" he would ask as he gulped down the remaining Sake in the bottle. By now, it was probably a miracle he could still remain standing, which would be reflected by his choices. "Kay lez go please." he said with a smirk as he stumbled about, the cup fist stance coming forth from him as he fell into it naturally. "Interesting choice.." said the man as he stepped in to start things off, knowing that Mago was too drunk to really even comprehend what was going on. A fist would shoot straight forward, a sure hit for someone who was not as limber as the young Waterfall Ninja, however with a drunken acident, he would sway to the left and avoid the punch.

"Hey! You try hit me? Thas not nice.." he said with a look of rage coming over his features. Bending forward, he would become completely enraged, his face becoming even more red then it already was. "Oooooo!" he would shout as he ran the wrong direction, facing away from the challenger. Only then would Mago realize this. "oopshy, wrong way.." he said with a chuckle as his rage suddenly came back. Leaning forth into his run, he would charge towards the man recklessly, full unable to control the direction, or structure of his charge. A smirk formed across the strangers face, he was now confident that with this foolish move he had Mago figured out and beaten. He however could not have been anymore wrong, things were just now starting to heat up.

[Umehara]

Lmao. In the words of the great Drunken Master Jackie Chan:

"Good stuff!" XD

Learned.

[Matsu]

Konoha Guufuu (Konoha Tornado)
Rank: "C" Rank
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: (in description)
Special: --
Drawback: --
Description: (Konoha Tornado) A technique also known as "The Crazy Konoha Corkscrew", the user catapults himself from the ground in an extreme spinning motion towards the target using leg strength and a tad bit of chakra. The user would hit the target headfirst
Limit: Must be Drunk to do

[0|20]

The strangers eyebrow would raise as he watched the approach, something he assumed would open up a window for his quick victory. However Mago was blissfully unaware that the man that stood before him was a master of the very art employed against him, a Drunken Master. Switching up his feet, he would take a ready stance, preparing to side step what looked to be a normal charge and let Mago go flying past him. 'Such speed, he must be at his physical peak..' appraised the man as he waited, watching to see what the young man would do. Emerald Occuli would widen with surprise, noting that the young shinobi before him was not just your average drunk, he seemed to have some sort of natural skill in what he did. Noting that his drunken rush had potential for other additions, he would smirk. 'So he is not just a bafoon afterall..' he thought with a laugh as he watched Mago's legs suddenly bend, a loud drunken burp issuing forth even through the fury.

"This is da Konoha corkscrew.." he said in a drunken slur, pushing off of the ground with immense strength and chakra use. Twisting violently through the air, the young waterfall shinobi would shoot forward towards the old man. '..and so he made use of such a setup..' thought the old man as he stepped to the side with ease, impressed by the advanced usage of Suiken. It had been quite some time since he had encountered someone who actually employed it's techniques in a proper manner. Missing completely, the Waterfall Nin would simply spin for what seemed like five feet before he came to a crashing halt against one of the many pillars that held the second floor up above from crashing down upon the first. "Good. You have control even in your intoxicated form. Again." he would state simply as he waited for the drunken man to shake off his head trauma. If things went well, he would be training a new apprentice in the arts of Suiken.

Groaning slightly, Mago would have lost a bit of his buzz as he staggered to get to his feet. Shaking his head wildly, he would attempt to clear his now fuzzy vision. "You going to be alright son?" the old man would ask as Magojiro smiled. He was so wasted right now, he could swear he was hearing the giggles of nearby school children. "One more drink would be nish.." he said with a stupid smile as he coughed. "Thats the spirit.." the old man would say softly as he picked up a bottle from the nearby table. Tossing it towards Magojiro, he would catch the bottle, surprisingly, without being hit by it. Uncorking the bottle, he would bend backwards and slowly start to consume the entire thing, hardly stopping for a breath. "Drink deep, you shall need it." the old man would state as he used the cupped fist stance. He would combat the drunken youth with his sober form of drunken fist, the fight could only become more interesting now.

"Hey, quit copying me!" shouted Magojiro as he staggered about in his drunken state. At the moment, he could see three of the old men before him, confusing him slightly. "Whoa, stand still. I can't handle tripletsh.." he said with a stupid giggle as he stumbled to the right. "Koooohaaaah. Brrroooooo!" shouted Mago, making random stupid sounds hoping to annoy his opponent. A childish giggle would issue forth from him as he staggered. However what was once light hearted fun would turn into burning rage. Mago would give a loud shout as he charged forth once more, only to stumble over a stool that someone would kick into his path. A loud "Oof" would issue forth, however that did not stop the attack. Starting to get up, Mago would place his heel against the floor and kick off suddenly, spinning through the air dead on towards the old man. "Too slow!" he would say with a hearty laugh as he side stepped, sending Mago's head into the wall. Laying there groaning inside wall, Mago would lay still for several moments..

[|Ayame Unbound|]

+10~

[Matsu]

[??|20]

Pulling his head free, with some difficulty, the young nin would roll over and launch himself up onto his feet. Rosey cheeks would adorn his face as he watched the old man carefully, or as carefully as a drunken man could. "Why did you trip me..?" he asked as he staggered from left to right dangerously, threatening to fall over each time. He could not comprehend that he had simply missed, and the fact that he had not been standing to begin with, there was no way he could have been "tripped". A cackle would escape the throat of the old man, shaking his head slowly. Mago reminded him so much of himself when he was young, learning such an unorthadox fighting style. When this was all over, he would have to teach Mago how to do these things sober, that way he could truly become a master of his movements. Unrolling his sleeves some, he would motion for Mago to stand, this was far from over. "Come once more, this shall show you what you lack.." he said with a gleeful smile, it had been almost a decade since the old man had taught anyone martial arts.

"Haha. Kay, but I r gonna win geezer.." said the drunken Magojiro as he slowly staggered forward, only to rock back onto his heels and step back a couple paces. "H-here I come. Ready or not.." he said with a laugh as he stepped forward quickly, stumbling once more onto his face. The alcohol was starting to have such a negative affect on the young man, he was lacking the balance that most true masters learned when it came to drinking before combat. With a soft clicking sound of his tongue, the old man would let out a sigh. That would become the first lesson of the tutilege, should Mago accept. A true master had to know how much to drink, just enough to make sure that his movements were unpredictable and limber; not become a drunken idiot. Waiting for the inevitable, the old man would watch as Mago once more tried to spring forth doing the Konoha corkscrew. A chuckle would burst forth once more however when Mago fell short, quite the funny sight.

"That was pitiful, do it again." commanded the old man, laughing as he did so. This only made the situation even worse, Mago becoming twice as enraged as he layed there. "Shut up! Dun tell me what to do, I am the champs." he said with an irritated tone as he stood up onto his hands and knees and started to crawl. "Look at you, you're crawling on the floor; lacking control." said the old man as he smirked. Each time he opened his mouth, it was a direct attempt to bait the lethargic drunk into attacking. Coughing and hacking, the young man would lose a bit of fluids on the floor as he spit up some of the consumed alcohol. This was the key to evening things out if one had consumed too much. A true Drunken Master knew to make himself vomit up the excess of the alcohol, maintaining a more perfect level of power. "Once more, from the top." commanded the old man as he stoop up and slammed his leg down upon the ground. Rotating his body, letting it travel up his form, he would throw out the arms into the cupped fist.

Finally fed up with the taunts, and a little more sober. The young nin would rise to his knees once more, only to launch himself forth. Falling short, this however was part of a drunken plan that he had hatched to take the old man down a notch. Landing with a thud, he would let loose a loud snoring sound, the first trick he learned. Luckily for him, this trick was something that the drunken master had never before encountered in his life, the student would now start to train the future master. Moving forth in a curious fashion, the old man would come within perfect striking distance for the boy. "I got you!" he would scream with a loud obnoxious tone as he pressed forth from the ground. Chakra would be pumped forth into his dominant leg as he went spinning through the air like a top. A gasp of surprise escaped the old mans lips as the boys head connected with his chest, sending him toppling over a table.

"That was the Konoha Corkscrew!" he would state with a hiccup, falling into a true sleep now on the floor.

[Umehara]

Learned.

[Matsu]

{Exit}