Stormy training [T - PM]

[Mato Kuroi]

Goutetsu no Kamae #1 (Strong Iron Stance #1)
Rank: "E"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: A simple upright stance used with most Goutetsu 轟鉄 (Strong Iron) Practitioners.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Picture Standing with one arm behind their back and one extended, the user is ready for a quick strike with their fists and feet. This leaves them open for quick spins and jumps that will power their attacks.
Limit: Must learn from a Master of Goutetsu 轟鉄 (Strong Iron)

*CRASH*

The sudden, swift, severe storm caught the citizens of Takigakure by surprise; villagers bursting into panic flailed wildly as they ran for there homes. Moments later the village seemed deserted, not a sound to be heard except the howl of the wind. A lone figure wandered through the storm, she was a young woman no more then fifteen years of age. She had piercing blue eyes, her expression cold, unwelcoming her black katana swayed at her hips under her long cloaked jacket, her hood up protecting her messy uneven hair.

The teenager glanced over the deserted street, the houses all seemed unwelcoming as her mind drifted back to the past; she shock her head violently snapping back to the present, not wanting to be reminded. She smirked as her eyes fell on a sign reading 'Goutetsu Dojo' She hastily darted towards the doors to shelter herself from the storm, disappearing momentarily with her shunshin, she gulped and silently pushed the doors open. The dojo was quaint filled with wooden training dummies.

“Oh my! You must be soaked dear, come in – come in” greeted a elderly woman sitting behind a counter, sipping her hot cup of tea listening to the storm. Mato remained silent, she slide the hood off and bowed her head humbly in gratitude. The elderly woman eyes widened in shock, she stood up and motioned Mato towards a small chair. The elderly woman then turned and started to limp down the hall, returning with an elderly gentlemen, flaunting a white beard. “Here for a few lesson's whilst you escape the storm, huh?” he joked motioning her forward.

Mato stood up approaching the couple hesitantly, a nervous expression evident on her face.. The couple exchanged looks, the man sighed wearily as he spread his legs shoulder width apart placing one hand on his hips the other out towards Mato, he smiled at her “Okay, you try also could I ask you lose that sword?” he request politely.

Mato nodded meekly, she unclasped the sheathed sword from her belt, hurling it onto the chair she had abandoned priorly. The young teenager gulped nervously as she took another quick look at the man's stance before trying to imitate him. She held her hand out at him making sure to keep her distance, she placed the other hand on her hips and spread her legs shoulder width apart. “This right?” she questioned, speaking finally a little bemused by the couples constant glances.

[0-5]

[The Roar of the Falls]

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[Mato Kuroi]

The gentleman tuts loudly, the wife striking his ribs with her elbow. The man throws her an angry glance causing her retract in anxiety, she nods meekly and turns and walks back towards her counter; the clang of her heals echoing on the hard wood floor. Mato smiles wearily the corners of her mouth twitching as the old man approaches her, his head in his hand as he shakes her head continuing to tut to himself, stopping at her side “Not quite, widen your stance a little and raise your front arm!” the man implores reaching toward her arm to elevate it, she flinches and hastily elevates her arm to her shoulder height. Her breath panicked, her heart rate accelerating in her anxiety. The man surprised and opened his mouth to speak- the wife coughed loudly and he silenced.

“Hmm, that looks right to me, return to normal stance and try to enter it again” he request, stepping back from her as he folded his arms over his chest watching closely. Mato nodded meekly and slid back to her normal stance, she sighed to herself before she spread her legs just beyond shoulder width. Mato placed one hand onto her hip, the other outstretched at her shoulder height. “I think you have it” he says warmly.

[Umehara]

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