— weapon. (Training.)

[Umehara]

Seigan no Kamae and Chudan no Kamae
Rank: "E"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: A stance that is used within the Senkou Kensei Kenshiki fighting style. A stance that is needed for certain types of techniques depending on what the technique is used or how it is used. These are two stances in one to where the properties are similar as well as the knowledge of them, the way they look, and what they will be used for.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The Seigan and Chudan no Kamae are similar in every aspect when it comes to looking at the opponent, having their feet placed down upon te very floor, as well as the amount of pressure they have between both of their legs. The user keeps their right or left foot forward having their toes pointing forwards. Their opposite foot is shaped in an "L" shaped keeping their legs in equal motion. Their feet are perpendicular from one another as face forward their feet and legs are in shoulder width apart. This is used as a basic formation to where the user can move from either defensive, or defensive movements. For the Seigan no Kamae stance has their hands relaxed, grasped against the handle of the blade in question. The sword is pointing in a forty five degree angle as their arms are relaxed, hands close towards his hips as one would wait and relax. For the Chudan no Kamae the user keeps the same foot work as that of Seigan but their hands is brought up towards chest level as the sword that they hold is slightly more gripped proof. The sword is pointed forward as the blade is pointed down towards the ground. These stances are mostly known for parrying and blocking, as well as making quick attacks upon the opponent.
Limit: Must undergo Senkou Kensei Kenshiki

[0|5]

[. Encounter.]

Clang!

Anotsu stepped to his right, the withdrawal of Apashi from his scabbard so swift that the very kissaki screamed once more along the obsidian guard. The throat touched momentarily as its edge blocked an overhead strike from what appeared to be a wind scythe, he felt a powerful eruption of force reverberate about the area within his hamstrings. The muscles tensed as indigo occuli peered outward and into the distance, the gradual desire to fall upon his knees to release the tension nipping at his heels.

...And yet, he had not fathomed the force with which he'd been attacked.

"...I will not bend, so stop waiting." he muttered. Obsidian tresses flowed gently as his eyes searched for the source of the strike, yet he found nothing. The Chuunin's mind was still cognizant of the speed upheld by such a swift blow, the distance between himself and the tavern quite a great proximity one from the other. Hence, none could have caught up to him so silently and nearly struck him with perfect symmetry.

And yet, one entity was capable of proving this wrong. A tall figure, shrouded in the darkness from the foliage, stood with an elongated katana jutting forth from the tendrils of obsidian. Its edge radiated a beautiful indigo that traced the line of the instrument, its wielder poised for further offense. Atsuhiro merely stood to full height once more, narrowed eyes staring into the distance as he readied his own katana. Either foot was planted along the ground in a firm manner, the toes digging into gaia. The shoulders were relaxed, their broad musculature displayed by the loose-fitting clothing about his frame.

The winds spoke of pending battle as the figure thereafter emerged from the nothingness, a simple samurai's attire fitting close to his body. Porcelain skin adorned his features, sculpted muscle apparent within the powerful biceps flexing as the blade was easily maneuvered in a single hand. For it to have such a length, this behemoth of a man had been at practice for quite some time. Calloused digits wrapped themselves around the golden tsuba of his magnificently crafted blade, the shimmer grand against the backdrop of what slivers of sunlight were left.

"You dodged that strike. To have done such a thing would boast that you are extremely formidable...against any normal combatant."

The words slithered from his tongue as if a certain adrenaline was coursing along his taste buds. The sanguine malice flickering from within Anotsu's occuli was e'er apparent, knuckles mottling white as he held tight to the blade's guard. "You do not move to strike me. Why?" Atsuhiro questioned.

-- Enter: Magoichi.

The male spun his blade multiple times before sheathing it to the scabbard, ambling forward until standing face to face with the Uchiha. A stern gaze lay crossed along his visage as he stared deep within the young Chuunin's eyes, attempting to pierce the gaze that Atsuhiro seemed to eternally hold in his own right. And thus, they clashed within the mind..

Perfection.

Eternities passed as Anotsu found himself taking up a peculiar position. One that he had not lay witness to before, Magoichi stood within the distance and reflected the very same stance. Either warrior's stance consisted of legs spread apart, feet planted to the ground and distributing the sense of weight evenly amongst the appendages. The instrument of destruction was held comfortably within the hands, poised for strike as the edge faced away at a moderate degree. The shoulders relaxed as posture was maintained.

"..You did this?" the now humble Atsuhiro spoke. Magoichi smiled inwardly.

"Indeed. You spared my comrade's life, and you were able to successfully dodge the vicegrip of certain death. In those regards..your soul's struggle for its sense of belonging is over. Look no further, my child."

It was easy to maintain this position. The Uchiha clansman felt the muscles within the legs begin to relax, the calculation of multiple scenarios ending with this stance being the basis of striking and effectively producing defense and counter. Magoichi nodded his head in approval with its completion. "The blade will be your third arm this day." he prophesied. Atsuhiro narrowed his eyes in return, still cognizant of his crimes.

Bursting forth from his footing, the Uchiha sped forward with grace to close the proximity between himself and his self-proclaiming mentor. Magoichi merely shook his head as he locked katanas with the formidable assailant.

"..Allow me to unlock the secrets to your being...and I will tell you of the treachery that you witnessed in its aftermath."

[shigetsu]

Learned.

[Umehara]

Tenchi Hasso no Kamae and Fudo no Kamae
Rank: "E"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: Stances that is used within the Senkou Kensei Kenshiki fighting style. A stance that is needed for certain types of techniques depending on what the technique is used or how it is used. These are two stances in one to where the properties are similar as well as the knowledge of them, the way they look, and what they will be used for.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The Tenchi Hasso and Fudo no Kamae are similiar to that of closely towards that of Seigan and Chudan no Kamae to where the footing is quite similar. The user keeps their right or left foot forward having their toes pointing forwards. Their opposite foot is shaped in an "L" shaped keeping their legs in equal motion. Their feet are perpendicular from one another as face forward their feet and legs are in shoulder width apart. With the Tenchi Hasso no Kamae the user holds the sword more closer towards their very sides. The body is slightly slanted a little more as the user holds the sword tightly. This is mostly used for a defensive form of the stance as the user keeps the sword pointing upwards. For Fudo no Kamae the user uses this stance in more of an offensive form. The user would face the opponent as their arms are raised up holding the hilt of the blade. The sword is slanted in a diagonal form but the user keeps this very stance and hold it tightly. This stance is mostly used for attacks that deals with downward strikes, but as well as the type of movements for confusing the enemy with sliding attacks.
Limit: Must undergo Senkou Kensei Kenshiki

[0|5]

-- It was all progressing much too quickly.

The very words that Magoichi spoke appeared to be true, despite the malicious grinding of metal against metal. Their blades fought for supremacy as Anotsu kept the very footing that this self-proclaimed "sensei" had bestowed upon his knowledge, pools of blue flickering in intensity as he bore a tenacity unmistakable even in the elder's eyes. Shifting his weight only slightly, the Chuunin thrust his sword to Magoichi's eastern flank and spun swiftly. As ineffective as it was against one containing a prowess much greater than his own, he'd merely stand his ground.

"Your words are true, old man...and your resolve accentuates it. Tell me, why have I been chosen?" Indeed, this question appeared to be the cliche of many a tale. There always had to be the hero: brave and unafraid to face death for the greater good. Fearless, wearing the heart out on the sleeve as if it were a fine clothing. If that were true, then Magoichi would play the enigmatic sensei: shrouded in mystery did he aid the warrior, until naught was left to be taught.

Unfortunately, dear reader, such would not be the tale this day. Though a god amongst men, the Uchiha would not play the bold saviour. Only those whose blood coursed their veins the same as his would receive the hand of mercy. The rest would merely fall wherever he so chose to slay them, delivering Mizu No Kuni's message in carving power and grace into the vitae of his adversaries. Dominance was in a forthcoming mood as he progressed, the thirst for perfection fresh upon the cerebral. And it was for that sole reason that the Chuunin did not merely leave Magoichi to his delusions of teaching. Standing to full height, he waited for an answer.

Magoichi merely chuckled as he stood to full height. Slowly ambling toward the Uchiha, his katana would find itself spun through the air before thrust confidently into the scabbard awaiting his right side. Hakama and Yukata alike swayed as mother nature sighed, graying locks of unkempt hair fluttering wildly against the breeze. Approaching Anotsu but from two meters of where he stood, the elder member spoke. "The crimson flames within your eyes are wild, yet tame. They speak of a resolve that all will taste, be it at the hands of your blade or the power you possess of the spiritual kind.

But it is fruitless if a man knows not what exactly this resolve is." The Destroyer merely parted his maw to chuckle lightly, a shake of the head ensuing. "And you know what my resolve is? ..As great a swordsman as you appear to be, you'll get nothing from me. If these games are your choice of play, then leave me to my devices."

Magoichi slowly lifted a hand and placed the palm of a languid appendage against the handguard of the Apashi blade. "I only desire your blood and sweat. They will suffice to form a body with which you may see your reflection in." he reassured him. The Mizu shinobi could only eye him in the following seconds, before settling back as their unspoken agreement took to yielding results. Magoichi slowly patted the Uchiha's leg, applying slight pressure.

"Your legs are to be shoulder width apart. Like the dove, grace and beauty are the essences of Senkou Kensei Kenshiki." So this was the style with which he had attacked Anotsu so swiftly with. The left foot was placed forward, toes pointed forward as the ball of his foot held to the ground. The knees bent only to a slight degree, such a footing was accentuated by the opposite foot turning slightly.

His sword held close to his side, the elbows bent slightly as tendrils wrapped tight around Apashi's hilt. He possessed a feral grip to the "dragon's tooth", Magoichi observing from a distance with folded arms. "Indeed. Now, alternate." he spoke.

Against his better judgement, Anotsu would do as he was told. This time shifting so that the blade was raised along with those powerful appendages, he stood to full height and placed his best foot forward once more. His instrument of destruction lowered into a diagonal position, he primed himself only to step forward and slash downward with the weapon. The kissaki screamed against the gale as a soft burst of wind pushed forth from the sword, travelling into the distance harmlessly before dispersing. "Perfect." Magoichi muttered.

[hotaru]

+5

[Umehara]

Hiryu no Kamae and Chosui no Kamae
Rank: "E"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: Stances that is used within the Senkou Kensei Kenshiki fighting style. A stance that is needed for certain types of techniques depending on what the technique is used or how it is used. These are two stances in one to where the properties are similar as well as the knowledge of them, the way they look, and what they will be used for.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The two stances known as Hiryu and Chosui no Kamae keep the same concept as that of the other stances within the past such as Tenchi Hasso no Kamae, Fudo no Kamae, Seigan no Kamae and Chudan no Kamae to where the user keeps their right or left foot forward having their toes pointing forwards. Their opposite foot is shaped in an "L" shaped keeping their legs in equal motion. Their feet are perpendicular from one another as face forward their feet and legs are in shoulder width apart. The two stances are both mirrored against one another, as both stances have their attacking arm, the arm that is the same as the leg that is forward at the base of the hilt, while the other arm is at the end of the hilt. The sword is pointing downwards almost touching the very ground as the arm is held straight holding the sword in a forty five degree angle downwards.
Limit: Must undergo Senkou Kensei Kenshiki

[0|5]

-- At points, the greatest offense is a superb defense.

Magoichi placed a hand upon Anotsu's shoulders as they stood within the forestry, the night growing darker. Brightly lit torches lined in a circle provided them an immense source of light with which to train under, the moon's luminous glow casting grace upon them. Erect against the oblivion, the pristine sphere kept watch over the transitions taking place. The elder placed pressure there upon his collar bone but for a moment, a surprising amount of force threatening to unbalance bent knees. Yet, the Chuunin would not falter.

"Good." his sensei spoke. "You are firm in grasping the blade, as are you firm in stance. However.." he trailed off. Atsuhiro's eyes darted to the left and eyed him as he rubbed his chin, the wrinkled epidermis smoothed over by slender digits. "..You lack emotion." Atsuhiro could only turn his gaze to its northern position once more, quirking a brow at such an assessment.

"My emotions are my own to dwell upon. My enemy need not know the beast that sleeps until death embraces him." the Uchiha would return. Whether or not the chuckle from Magoichi's barotone voice was a sign of positive judgement, the corner of Anotsu's lips curled into a disapproving grimace. "That..is where you are wrong, my child." the elder of the two warriors noted. Standing perpendicular to this scarlet deity, he slowly unsheathed his sword and assumed an offensive position. As was the usual with this style, the legs were placed shoulder width apart.

"The intensity of a man's emotions burns even the greatest morale." he gave flatly. Expertly did he slide his hands lovingly along the tsuba of his weapon, raising it from its casing. Once again did that azure streak fasten itself unto the razor's edge, travelling beautifully until perishing under the moonlight.

"The calm and apathy of a skilled swordsman, you have mastered. It is your heart that is not tame. Damned be the fool who ignores his emotions in favor of would-be power and a trife way of living." Magoichi spat. As if disgusted at a distant memory, cold jade occuli swept over toward the Chuunin's facade. For the first time in an age long-since forgotten within the refuge of the Uchiha Slaughter's everlasting mark, the young male could only ponder what resolution lay in store for him.

Magoichi's iris illuminated with a passionate fire, the embers crackling as they danced away from the intense epicenter along the corner of his pupils. "You refuse to allow your heart freedom. In that, you waste precious moments lingering upon calculations." Though more concrete than Anotsu would have liked to admit to, Iggy's face played multiple times over in his memories. The beauty of her eyes coaxed him to take considerable action within that next moment.

Finding himself positioned, the Uchiha's tenketsu awakened with ever-growing tension. His fingers were loose along the tsuba of the Apashi blade, the kissaki creating a small descent as he lowered it toward the ground. Its edge snipped the end of an emerald blade just as he'd closed into his intended stance.

[Nira]

So... overkill >_<

+5

[Zetsumei]

+5

[Umehara]

Kasumigakure no Kamae
Rank: "E"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: A stance that is used within the Senkou Kensei Kenshiki fighting style. A stance that is needed for certain types of techniques depending on what the technique is used or how it is used.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A stance that is completely different then that of all the others. The footing is different then any other stance, the posture is completely different as well. The user will start in the basic form where one leg would be further forward from the body of the user while the other leg would be along the back of the body. The user would turn sideways by keeping this same form, and slide the back leg further backwards. As the user does this the user takes the time to raise his arms up in a defensive manner as the blade of the sword is pointing upwards. The sword is slightly higher then that of the user's head as they hold one arm along the front end of the hilt, and the other hand holding the back end of the hilt.
Limit: Must undergo Senkou Kensei Kenshiki

[0|5]

"Why are there so many stances to this style, Magoichi-san?" Anotsu inquired.

Occupying the center of the lush greenery once more, the willing student stood statuesque in the previous stance. The Hiryu No Kamae placed little stress upon the left foot, that being the dominant appendage that stepped forward at bent at a sharp angle. Its twin, resting only a shoulder's distance behind it, seemed to bear the brunt of the Uchiha's weight. A feat easy to perform with his musculature compact and focused, he was easily able to subdue adversaries with a simple step in any direction. The biceps flexed slightly as a practice swing was given, the blade risen over his head from its place in the stance. The azure shimmer of Magoichi's own blade followed as the two performed swift strokes of the edge, the base of the blade touching lightly to the forefront of the thigh at the conclusion of their attempts. Having maneuvered in this same manner for minutes, a light fatigue threatened to slow the Mizu shinobi down. Physical prowess was not within his realm of capabilities; granted that little knowledge in Taijutsu was a given for one such as the Illusionary Visionary, he would simply counter this weakness for speed.

"Don't fret, my young apprentice. There are many ways to dance. And as there are many ways to dance, so are there many ways to defeat your opponent." His words were only slightly reassuring as Anotsu focused deeply on the task at hand. Though, that did not come without thoughts of Iggy slipping through the cracks of his focus and slowing his efforts down. Cognizant of her unease back in the Water Country, he could only wonder what she and Gabriel had gotten themselves into. Hinagiku was, no doubt, more than willing to allow them to become part of the prestigious village. Additionally, she would sit within his legion of subordinates. That honor, alone, would do more than show her the kindness of his heart. Oblivious to the true nature of romance, though, Anotsu would inevitably find that he'd be wrong in his assumption.

Magoichi, sensing the daydreaming Uchiha's state of being, nudged him with the bottom of the blade. "You are troubled." he'd speculate. Atsuhiro merely shook his head. "No. Only the wiles of combat have place in my thoughts." The elder of the two rolled his eyes, standing a short distance from Anotsu. "Let us dance and communicate at the same time." he returned. Without waiting for an answer from the less-than-willing Chuunin, Magoichi pointed to either of his legs. "Firm." he noted. Following instruction, the Uchiha rooted his left foot to the forefront of his body in a comfortable position. The alternate leg fell backward during this process. "You seem unexcited to gain knowledge. Are your emotions so deeply rooted within your pride that you are afraid to truly feel?" the elder questioned. Narrowed eyes were his just reward as Anotsu kept in his position. The muscles relaxed as he did so, the perfect poise for which to show variation in one's style blooming as time passed; he was hoping (to no avail) that the questionnaire hadn't followed suit.

"Pride has nothing to do with it, Magoichi. I am of the Uchiha Clan..they are the least of those that should boast of excellence."

Anotsu would not speak of the machinations being performed in Mizu No Kuni, instead opting to give circumstance under false pretense. The silver piece he'd acquired held the Kusa symbol; though he appeared to be in no league with the Village, a tinge of distrust could not help but sink its teeth into his meager amounts of trust. "The Uchiha Clan? Then...you hold the eyes?" his newfound sensei questioned. As if on cue did Anotsu's cranium turn toward him, the Sharingan appearing within his occuli.

A soft wind kicked up as his aura flared to life, the blade within his hands moving upward and slightly above his head. Magoichi kept his hands upon the sword to increase and decrease its elevation as needed, marvelling silently at Anotsu's spinning Sharingan. Not one, not two...but three tomoe were his to command. Surely, this prodigy was something special.

"We have much that we can learn, one from the other.." the teacher chimed.

[Nira]

... So... much... Overkill... blood... drowning me...

learned.

[Umehara]

Muso no Kamae, Uranami no Kamae, Roppo Kuji no Kamae and Dato no Kamae
Rank: "D"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: Stances that is used within the Senkou Kensei Kenshiki fighting style. A stance that is needed for certain types of techniques depending on what the technique is used or how it is used. These are four stances in one to where the properties are similar as well as the knowledge of them, the way they look, and what they will be used for.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: This stance is four in one. Each one is slightly different in some sort of way, but the legging position, the position where their balance will stay pure will always be the exact same. What is used within this stance is for mostly attack style forms. Each stance is different in its own way as each are same in every way as well. The feet for all four stances are the same. The user's left leg, or right leg will be forward and the knee would be bent in almost a ninety degree form. The back leg will be placed far back, about a foot or two past the shoulder along the upper body. For Muso no Kamae their hands are upwards holding their sword as the forward arm that is the same as the leg as it is holding the end of the sword. The user holds the front end of the sword with the other arm. The sword is then pointing towards the back of the body as the blade is pointing upwards. The sword is rested gently against the bicep of the back arm as the user holds the sword carefully. For Uranami the user keeps the sword along their chest area as it is pointing backwards of the body. The sword is pointing downwards slightly as the upper body is slanted forward. The Roppo Kuji holds the sword the same way as the sword is more slanted almost touching the very ground. The sword is pointing backwards as well, and the user keeps the blade downwards. The final position is the Dato no Kamae is slightly more different then that of the others. What occurs is that the user holds the sword up high in the air with the back arm as the arm is held straight backwards away from the body. The forward arm is shot forward in a straight form, as the user keeps this position having their leg and upper body in a straight form in a diagonal form.
Limit: Must undergo Senkou Kensei Kenshiki

[0|10]

"You can start by telling me why you killed those people." Anotsu stated.

The words were bitter-sweet, Magoichi's teaching of his sword stances aiding the Uchiha in resting his muscles for better use of the blade. The Apashi instrument was light to his hands as he sifted once more through the techniques, every passing moment granting him a strength with which to cleave his opponents in twain at a better stroke. The elder regarded his words for but a moment, instead moving into yet another stance that he would teach the young Chuunin. "I am a deliverer of justice." he mused. The generic answer was enough to make Anotsu chuckle, but he would stifle it in favor of a more direct approach. "Spare me the Justice League quotes, Magoichi. You and I both know that I am well beyond those petty statements." The teacher of the sword could only shake his head in response, shaking his arms slightly to signify repetition from the Uchiha.

-- Roppu Kuji No Kamae

Anotsu's legs bent slightly as he shifted his weight. The left leg his dominant, such would be placed at a straight line behind the left. The former appendage was curved perfectly, the sword at his side's level with the blade tilted downward. "Those that I killed were...powerful figures within Mizu No Kuni. Their influence held high regard...and not those of the best kind." Magoichi muttered. Still not enough to satisfy the thirst for knowledge, Atsuhiro tightened his grip upon Apashi: the left hand's palm pressed to the bottom of the blade, its counterpart seizing the handguard near the top. "You speak in riddles." the Chuunin said. Magoichi grimaced in return, standing before ambling forward and patting his knee to bend further. "I don't wish to stain the name of the Mizu Shinobi." he returned.

How amusing.

-- Dato No Kamae

A man of his strength, holding back the truth from a makeshift pupil who seemed to hold little to no pride on an outward scale? Laughable. Atsuhiro thereafter stood to full height after Magoichi's nod of approval, practice swings shrouding the technique in utilities that he would come to apply later. Once more did Atsuhiro follow his teacher's doings. The legs bent at the knees, he distributed weight evenly amongst either appendage. This served to give a better sense of balance, one's footsteps equally giving and taking so as not to be thrown from a full-momentum swing. The left arm rose to shoulder level, perfectly parallel to the ground in favor of reach. Balled into a fist were his digits, the knuckles protruding slightly as the calloused tendrils pressed tight to the palm. Magoichi lifted the young man's alternate arm thereafter, Apashi gripped tight as it lay extending backward. The kissaki level just above his head, the Uchiha felt the relaxation of his bicep.

"Enlighten me, Magoichi. There are none present here but you and I." he'd continue. Prying sometimes could scorch even the most stubborn of old men's patience. Magoichi's, he'd come to find out, was eternal. "Outside of the village, there is a network of illegal trafficking taking place. Various elixirs are being concocted to strengthen the numbers. Small militias, militant groups, even individuals seeking power in their own home...these 'potions' are makeshift enhancers." Anotsu quirked a brow in response to the explanation, a practice swing yielding a powerful burst of wind that travelled into the distance and dispersed. "How do you know these things? Though a recent arrival to the Country, I have seen not an inkling of truth in what you say." he flatly gave. The elder scoffed. "One does not always see everything at a single point. Though...I can not hold it against you, young one. Native to no particular home, I am doubtful of immediate accusation, myself."

-- Uranami No Kamae

Now leaning forward once more and shifting his weight, the tedious task of adjusting his blade would begin. Magoichi took the Uchiha by the elbows, pushing the appendages back slightly as he brought the sword to his side once more. "And you have seen these...transactions?" Atsuhiro questioned. A soft sigh escaped Magoichi's lips as he placed the Mizu Nin's right hand atop the blade, its alternate underhandedly placed along the tsuba's climax. "...Yes. Upon my travel through Water, I witnessed the death of a group of small children. Those that I struck down were administering their intoxicating formulas to them...as test subjects, I would assume." Narrowed eyes proceeded through Atsu's countenance, the Destroyer's adrenal glands stimulated slightly. Gabriel's visage stuck to his cerebral for moments. "I see. And why did you leave your trademark behind?" he asked. Magoichi glanced toward the silver piece hanging from the Chuunin's vest, an obvious item of evidence.

-- Muso No Kamae

The esteemed Grass wanderer immediately turned to face Anotsu, his blade striking along the base of the weapon. Near instantly was it knocked from his grasp, though such was to be expected from the angle of his swing. Staring right into the scarlet occuli, Magoichi's lips curled into an approving smirk. "I wished for them to know that I would put an end to their doings." he said. Taking stance thereafter, the Uchiha's copy wheel eye tore apart the very details of his stance and lifted his hands into a proper position. Toward his left side did Apashi descend, caught within his grasp and placed along a horizontal fashion. A single hand, bent at the wrist, would rest below the blade's handle. Its alternate, further down, gripped the sword's handle near its bottom. Both stood statuesque for moments, before a flicker within Atsu's iris granted him the mutual emotion he'd been searching for.

"...You are honorable, Magoichi-san." he mused.

[Nira]

... Overkill, killing me

Learned

[Umehara]

Sugizou
Rank: “C”
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: Creates an After Image of Self
Special: ---
Drawback: Can only be done ten times a day after learned due to abuse within Muscles, but each time trained one may do more and more
Description: The after image technique is the technique that allows the user to move side to side with extreme speed and towards a general direction creating an after image of the person. When learning this technique a person may only do Ten after images per day. If one wishes goes more then this number tissue has a chance to rip and tear. To be able to do more then ten per day one they must train for each again to create one more. This is the basis techniques for all techniques that may consist or deal with moves that deal with the After Image. This means that if a user wishes to know a technique that uses an after image they must have knowledge of this technique as well. Depending on how many after images a user uses within a technique is dependent on how many times this technique is known.
Limit: Universal Technique

[0|10] - 1st Training. ( 11x )

"Enough talk. I have taught you the skeletons of the Senkou Kensei Kenshiki...and now we will see if you can handle the swift stroke of a veteran's blade." Magoichi gave. Anotsu nodded in response, and thereafter the two moved to stand parallel one to the other. The mid-day settled in as the sun's rays beat down upon their bodies, Magoichi's old frame possessing a rather impressive musculature. Gray follicles of hair, unkempt about his wrinkled countenance, only served to accentuate the years that he held to him. Opposed to him was the Uchiha, jet black locks of silken proportion resting comfortably about his cranium and shoulders.

The hamstrings tensed up only slightly as he prepared to face the tenacity of an opponent unknown, Magoichi's eye holding a sharp edge. "I will show you why they call me Shunshin No Atsu." the male quipped. The elder nodded in anticipation...before vanishing from where he stood all in the blink of an eye.

It did not take long for Anotsu to comprehend his speed, though.

Untraceable as it may have been, the Sharingan Eye was absolute. The crimson gaze had delivered to him the point with which he'd vanished, thereafter utilizing the powerful Sugizou technique in its entirety. Such a maneuver was used to confuse the opponent, creating an astral image of one's former position as they swiftly transitioned from point A to Point B on a given edifice. The high-speed technique would also be responsible for the pain within the muscles. Yet, Atsuhiro had trained into the grace of a god's travel far too many times to truly be hindered by the drawback of such a skill.

As Magoichi descended from the heavens for an overhead strike, the kissaki of his blade would strike true to the shoulder of his pupil. Bearing down hard, however, he'd come to find that naught but air had been struck. The blade tore into the ground with harsh resolve, cracks spanning out along the gaia as Anotsu appeared elsewhere. The very speed of the gods on his side, he'd merely wag a finger in return to Magoichi's full stand. "Try again..I'm not that slow." he spoke.

As the two would rush toward each other, either katana was retrieved from their respective scabbards. Clashing time and again, the after-image technique would prove quite useful as they seemingly "teleported" throughout the forestry. Clashes of metal rang out and reverberated along the atmosphere as student and teacher struggled for supremacy. In the end, however, the Chuunin was merely attempting to better himself at the Sugizou. He would need to reach the proper level of speed if he were to sustain the ability to fight at this godly velocity, the muscles aching slightly with every use of his jutsu.

The sudden halt of either warrior within the Muso No Kamae stance yielded a soft chuckle from the duo, sweat trickling along their jaws. "Fairly swift." the elder noted. Atsuhiro gave a slow nod of the head, the legs nearly giving way as the after-effects of sustained movements began to hinder his energy. Magoichi, on the other hand, stood to full height and tapped the dull side of his blade along his shoulder. "Senkou Kensei Kenshiki is a style of speed and grace. Those things, you are gifted in...but not as efficient as you should be to learn what I have to teach."

[Nira]

Yay! Less overkill!

+10 learned.

[Umehara]

Sugizou
Rank: “C”
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: Creates an After Image of Self
Special: ---
Drawback: Can only be done ten times a day after learned due to abuse within Muscles, but each time trained one may do more and more
Description: The after image technique is the technique that allows the user to move side to side with extreme speed and towards a general direction creating an after image of the person. When learning this technique a person may only do Ten after images per day. If one wishes goes more then this number tissue has a chance to rip and tear. To be able to do more then ten per day one they must train for each again to create one more. This is the basis techniques for all techniques that may consist or deal with moves that deal with the After Image. This means that if a user wishes to know a technique that uses an after image they must have knowledge of this technique as well. Depending on how many after images a user uses within a technique is dependent on how many times this technique is known.
Limit: Universal Technique

[0|10 - 2nd Training (12x)

The veil of the sky hid his actions well, the Chuunin springing forth from a powerful right foot to yet again close the proximity between himself and Magoichi. There was an obvious difference in their strengths, the young male's stamina ever-decreasing as he used the Sugizou technique to aid him in combatting the elder. Strategy and wit were to be tossed as chaff to the wind under the influence of the battle's nature; he would need speed alone, and that he did not possess outside the realm of the shunshin.

And yet, what remained mysterious to the Uchiha was how Magoichi appeared to be getting...steadily faster? As his blade struck to the torso of his superior, Atsu would realize that he himself could use the Sugizou technique to escape the clutches of death. The Sharingan revealed his location to be to his eastern flank, and as such he'd deflect a powerful sword stroke to the collar bone. "Ungh! ...Child's play.." he noted inwardly.

To the heavens, the illusionary visionary would depart. Shunshins allowed him to move up and into the branches as Magoichi searched for him below, a frantic turn of the head causing him to narrow his eyes as the assailant above began a string of handseals. Powerful zodiac beasts emerged from his tendrils as he summoned the force of his chakra, a spiritual essence coursing his veins and ending at the focal point of his external ability to use jutsu. Closing his eyes slowly, he thereafter unleashed a mass burst of wind that would fly downward. Wrecking the very branches along its descent, the gale viciously tore bark from its place as it dived down and into his vicinity.

Magoichi's eyes slid upward until finding the powerful affinity threatening to take him full force, and as such he would once more display that swift speed. Atsuhiro landed upon a branch and gathered chakra to his legs, and in that he would yet again place an astral projection in his likeness as Magoichi appeared before him to slice into his back.

"Luck!" Magoichi yelled. Atsuhiro could not help but chuckle as twin kunai were unleashed from his pouch, a graceful descent from above Magoichi ensuring that the elder would not hear him. Ironically, luck would see to it that the man ducked and backflipped away before their razor's edge could pierce him. A breath's whisper passed before they were once more utilizing an extreme speed to meet one another, sonic booms springing out from every collision with which their swords would bear down one onto the other. Terra firma crunched up under their sandals as the titans waged war, yet only one could claim victory.

[Nira]

Okay, that was almost underkill, a few more sentences next time should help.

+10 learned, this time! dun dun dun!

[Umehara]

Sugizou
Rank: “C”
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: Creates an After Image of Self
Special: ---
Drawback: Can only be done ten times a day after learned due to abuse within Muscles, but each time trained one may do more and more
Description: The after image technique is the technique that allows the user to move side to side with extreme speed and towards a general direction creating an after image of the person. When learning this technique a person may only do Ten after images per day. If one wishes goes more then this number tissue has a chance to rip and tear. To be able to do more then ten per day one they must train for each again to create one more. This is the basis techniques for all techniques that may consist or deal with moves that deal with the After Image. This means that if a user wishes to know a technique that uses an after image they must have knowledge of this technique as well. Depending on how many after images a user uses within a technique is dependent on how many times this technique is known.
Limit: Universal Technique

[0|10] - 3rd Training (13x)

Reprieve.

As the two sat indian style amongst the forestry, Anotsu could not help but breathe hard. Night had quickly claimed the skies, the stars twinkling in and out of existence. Indigo occuli surveyed their beauty, Magoichi tending to the large fire before them with a stray branch from their previous "endeavors". "You are a formidable opponent, Anotsu." he gave. The Uchiha's endurance was ever-increasing as their training continued, though the aching within his legs was enough to coax the patron into relieving himself of the appendages altogether. "The After-Image technique that you speak of...why do you have me using it so extensively?" he questioned. His superior chuckled at such an answer, lifting a bowl of rice to his lips and partaking of the contents.

He swallowed heartily, and thereafter motioned his pupil to stand to his feet. "Your eyes make you prideful. You may not depend on them, but they need not be the only tool that makes you a feared opponent.

The Uchiha's eyes were, indeed, the trump card to battle. Such a fact was there regardless of whether the male would admit it or not, and in that he lowered his head with a soft bite of his lips. Thoughts of Iggy were replaced with the Uchiha Clan's slaughter, that night once more replaying within his mind. The adrenal glands slowly began to stimulate his senses, and as such..he'd performed the Sugizou to stand to his feet in what appeared to be a sub-conscious state. Magoichi allowed the corner of his lips to turn upward. "You are slowly learning, but there is much that you need to keep cognizant." Atsuhiro nodded his head in response. "The After-Image technique is not to be forced. If you are truly prepared, then your body will see it as second nature to you....just as you saw a moment ago."

The Destroyer watched as the astral projection below him vanished into a nothingness. The quadriceps felt little to no pain in the substance of this flesh.With this accomplished, he would once more attempt it..but with a twist to his actions. Left to his devices as Magoichi watched through the flicker of the flames, Atsuhiro gathered a slight amount of chakra and pushed it toward his legs. Bent at the knees, he'd brusquely transition from his place of rest to a branch that rested only meters away. To have done such a thing so flawlessly received an approving chuckle from the elder, afterward lifting his hand to beckon the Uchiha back to the encampment.

But travelling there would be a feat that he would not do without further work. Yet again did he beckon a small amount of chakra to his legs, pushing forth with the right leg and jettisoning along the ground. The projection left behind appeared to waver more now, its details nearly perfectly matching the Uchiha as he went. It was no genjutsu; when the opponent would lay eyes upon the cerebral distortion, he would move in from any given position and quickly slay them with a stroke of the blade. Of course, Magoichi's sword style teachings would make sure of this. Anotsu's hamstrings once more took to burning lightly as he moved back toward the flame.

Concentrating as he stared at Magoichi, the elder would chuckle up under his breath. "Dedicated.." he muttered. Atsuhiro could not help but laugh as he once more engaged in that high-speed maneuver, defying the gods their grace as he himself managed to move to the gaia below, indian style. The slow dispersal of his after-image signified that he'd taken his time in transition, the strain within his legs becoming more of a tedious hinderance than a reminder of the hard work tha the was putting forth.

Hopefully..it was all worth it.

[Zetsumei]

+10

[Umehara]

Sugizou
Rank: “C”
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: Creates an After Image of Self
Special: ---
Drawback: Can only be done ten times a day after learned due to abuse within Muscles, but each time trained one may do more and more
Description: The after image technique is the technique that allows the user to move side to side with extreme speed and towards a general direction creating an after image of the person. When learning this technique a person may only do Ten after images per day. If one wishes goes more then this number tissue has a chance to rip and tear. To be able to do more then ten per day one they must train for each again to create one more. This is the basis techniques for all techniques that may consist or deal with moves that deal with the After Image. This means that if a user wishes to know a technique that uses an after image they must have knowledge of this technique as well. Depending on how many after images a user uses within a technique is dependent on how many times this technique is known.
Limit: Universal Technique

[0|10] - 4th Training (14x)

-- Time Lapse: 5 Hours.

The morning rays cast themselves through the window as Anotsu stood prepared, his suit once more donned as he travelled into the forest with Magoichi at his side. Over time had he explained Mizu No Kuni's treacherous members, along with the timeline with which he had established this style alongside others who were of the Senkou Kensei Kenshiki. The respectable sword style was heavily based around swift movements, and for such a thing he would need to continue the tedious training in speed. The two lay poised for striking one another as they took up the Uranami No Kamae.

Atsuhiro's muscles relaxed under Magoichi's supervision, and thereafter he'd once more take up the swift maneuvers granted to him through rigorous training. From where he stood did ripples in time occur, the very atmosphere yielding astral projections that spanned out to two sides of him. He was growing faster; Magoichi was finding it harder to keep track of his pupil, the footsteps along the gaia carrying him close.

"You are growing faster!" he bit out. The clash of their swords echoed throughout the air as Anotsu ended up standing parallel to his elder, the base of their blades grinding heavily. Sparks spanned out to either side of them and threatened to set ablaze the emerald grass below, though the two would quickly disengage the application of force and vanish from existence yet again. Through the realm of ethereal being did they pass, trespassing along the logic of velocity and acceleration. Magoichi was clearly faster, his own feet jettisoning along the ground as he left those images in his wake.

Some of them were difficult for the Sharingan to discern; for every one that he'd create, at least two more would appear to the southern and northern flank of the fake Magoichi. Yet still, the Illusionary Visionary would keep his speed akin to that of his master's.

Their battle would end only momentarily as they moved to a body of water, Magoichi's form skimming along the surface without the use of chakra. This was evident as the Uchiha's Kekkai Genkai took effect, watching the soles of his feet swiftly pierce the winds and seemingly hover along the water. Without ripples of water did he move, Atsuhiro's body carrying the same as he performed the After-Image technique once more. His left foot pressed to the end of the land, he would sift through reality as an ethereal phantom.

Arriving safely at the alternate end of the body of water, he swiftly ducked the horizontal slash from Magoichi's katana. "Too slow, old man." he'd joke.

Another After-Image would carry him to the side now, their blades clashing mightily as time passed. Feet transitioned from an offensive to a defensive nature as they moved time and again, the kissaki of the Destroyer threatening Magoichi's very frame as they appeared to dance along terra firma. Obsidian locks were pushed away from his countenance by the gale's tendrils as their battle ensued, a cadence of metal filtering out through the forestry in all its glory. In splendor did the two continue to force their soul's flames to burn into the heavens, the pillars unmatched in ferocity.

[Zetsumei]

+10

[Umehara]

Sugizou
Rank: “C”
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: Creates an After Image of Self
Special: ---
Drawback: Can only be done ten times a day after learned due to abuse within Muscles, but each time trained one may do more and more
Description: The after image technique is the technique that allows the user to move side to side with extreme speed and towards a general direction creating an after image of the person. When learning this technique a person may only do Ten after images per day. If one wishes goes more then this number tissue has a chance to rip and tear. To be able to do more then ten per day one they must train for each again to create one more. This is the basis techniques for all techniques that may consist or deal with moves that deal with the After Image. This means that if a user wishes to know a technique that uses an after image they must have knowledge of this technique as well. Depending on how many after images a user uses within a technique is dependent on how many times this technique is known.
Limit: Universal Technique

[0|10] - 5th Training (15x)

To surpass the gods within speed was the aim of the Uchiha.

Magoichi and his pupil stood along twin trunks of trees that had been torn asunder, the cleave of their blades causing the massive monuments to topple over until slamming into the ground. Dirt and debri flew about as they stared toward each other, Anotsu's Sharingan Eye active as each tomoe spun slowly. His counterpart, standing only meters away, held folded arms. His katana, upside down within his grasp, flickered with the rays of sunlight that beat down upon that beautiful steel edge. "You have surpassed my expectations, my boy...but you have yet to exceed the speed of what you believe to be the greatest." he noted.

Atsuhiro merely sheathed his blade as both soles of his sandals lay pressed to the makeshift edifice below. There was a transition greater than that of the shunshin and the After-Image technique?

The Uchiha's inquiry was apparent within the luminous glow of his occuli. The scarlet flickered in anticipation, each obsidian tomoe feeding to the young Chuunin every detail that Magoichi yielded to him as he moved back into stance. Amazingly, the radiance of Magoichi's soul while in the midst of battle shone through the seniority he possessed. Longevity was truly a gift granted unto him, grace divine guiding his footsteps as Anotsu's training continued. Once more did he step forward, this time taking precedence with his right foot. The tips of his toes dug into the gaia gently as he pressed the weight of his body into the motion.

And all too suddenly, he would yield to nothingness and birth a swift After-Image technique. Magoichi's eyes deceived him as a small ray of amber burst forth from the skies, the sun's piercing light reflected off of the Uchiha's blade as he descended.

Birthed from mother nature's womb, he'd take complete control of the situation and attempt to slash in a diagonal fashion. Narrowed eyes kept steady to the assailant's footing, but all of the concentration in the world could not have prepared the former KazeKage for his elder's transition. Almost instantly did he vanish from whence he stood, leaving no trace of footing or movement behind his advance. As if jokingly did the gods remove him from their tapestries of realism, and the Sharingan Eye was not once capable of picking up even the sliver of his supposed whereabouts.

To no avail did his eyes dart to and fro, until Magoichi's standing form lay only a single meter to his eastern flank. The edge of his sword pressed lightly to the Uchiha's epidermis. "..Checkmate."

It was not surprising to Magoichi that the Uchiha did not return any sense of surprise. He merely kept at his ministrations, vanishing from whence he stood as the blade met naught but air thereafter. Leaving behind an astral projection with its lips curled into a smirk, he'd thereafter be found sitting upon a rock. The chakra laced at his legs began to pump through the adrenal glands, stimulating his spiritual essence as he silently inquired toward his master about the foreign technique.