Atsuhiro's Training
Jan 2, 2008 12:18:54 GMT -7
Post by Umehara on Jan 2, 2008 12:18:54 GMT -7
Name: Kiwa no Hitofuki (Gust Of Edges)
Rank: "D", "C", "B", "A", "S"
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Allows The User's Weapon To Decrease The Damage Of Jutsu, Or Strikes Against The User.
Drawback: The User's Weapon Can Only Perform This Ten Times Before It Cannot Be Used. If Attempted, The Wrist Will Break. This Is Decreased When Rank Is Increased.
Jutsu Description: When An Enemy Jutsu Or Physical Strike Are Aimed At The User, The Weapon Will Either Turn Away The Jutsu Or Strike, Or It Will Lessen The Damage Done.
D-Rank: Turns Away E-Rank Jutsu Or Strikes, Decreases D-Rank Jutsu Or Strike Damage. Does Not Work On C-Rank Or Higher. (Ten Times Used, Four Post Recharge)
C-Rank: Turns Away E-Rank And D-Rank Jutsu Or Strikes, Decreases C-Rank Jutsu Or Strike Damage. Does Not Work On B-Rank Or Higher. (Fifteen Times Used, Three Post Recharge)
B-Rank: Reduces Or Turns Away C-Rank, D-Rank, And E-Rank Strikes Or Jutsu, Decreases B-Rank Jutsu Or Strike Damage. Does Not Work On A-Rank Or Higher. (Twenty Times Used, Two Post Recharge)
A-Rank: Reduces Or Turns Away B-Rank, C-Rank, D-Rank, And E-Rank Strikes Or Jutsu. Decreases A-Rank Jutsu Or Strike Damage. Does Not Work On S-Rank. (Twenty-Five Times Used, One Post Recharge)
S-Rank: Reduces Or Turns Away A Through E-Rank Strikes Or Jutsu. Decreases S-Rank Jutsu Or Strike Damage. (No Recharge Time.)
Limit: Must Be Ninjutsu Specialist, And Have Apashi Weapon.
Ooc: D-Rank Training.
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Ic:
The morning light rose over the vast hills of grains vibrant with various hues of the spectrum. Rays of the sun cast down onto the endless dunes, creating a wave of amber that spread out for as far as the eye could see. Shadows loomed, their circumference rounded off in large proportion; this was the perfect moment, and the perfect atmosphere for training to take place. A single breeze swept across the lands occasionally, small spurts of sand uplifted from the ground and wafting rather ungracefully before falling lifeless onto yet another level of the edifice.
Two men stood amongst nature's ministrations, a piercing gaze absorbing all of this and focusing the minds on that which was to be performed next. Upon Atsuhiro's back lay an empty scabbard, the obsidian case polished and casting off minimal light as its contents lay outstretched in the right appendage of the Chuunin. The kissaki dug into the earth slightly, the blue tint at the edge of the blade vanishing as the beads of light broke forth and kissed the sword's metal.
An exact replica of his form stood afront him for meters, the blade sheathed and resting upon its back. It would not need the sword for its purpose, but a single jutsu would serve the necessity of further Apashi's power. It cracked its knuckles as the true Uchiha bent its legs, vaulting backward for a great distance before landing upon the sand. He would kick up a minute amount of grains in the process, sending them sputtering before falling onto the ground moments later. The obsidian attire that dorned his athletic frame shifted slightly as he settled into position, the blade raised to the shoulder level.
Apashi's handguard lay parallel to the ground, hovering only an inch from the collar bone. The right hand gripped under it, the rest of the blade was free to jut forth from the back of the clenched digits. He bent his right leg and settled back, shifting his weight so that the left could be stretched forward in comfort. The clone did nothing of this sort, opting to simply raise both of his arms until the knuckles could press together. Fists tightened, it lowered its head and allowed the blonde locks to fall unkempt about its countenance. Atsuhiro spoke in a low tone, almost as if expecting action.
"Now, then...attack." he muttered. The clone vanished from its position almost instantly, reappearing in the skies as a black after-image was left standing in its original place. The handseals that were strung together almost flawless, the digits came together and clasped from to time until the hand moved upward toward the mouth. "Fire Style! Mythical Fire Phoenix Jutsu!" it exclaimed. The clone would then birth forth four spheres of great circumference, the skies lighting as all would come to fruition before their very eyes. The large flaming orbs of red and orange spiraled, beginning to descend rather quickly toward Atsuhiro's very form.
The Chuunin simply stood there now, watching as each of the spheres began to line up and descend toward him. His doppleganger shunshined away from his eyesight, which would inevitably leave him to his own devices as he prepared the blade. As if on cue, the sword itself would spring forward into action by way of his right hand. Outstretched, the limb would cut cleanly into the jutsu in an attempt to deprive it of its power. However, nothing would come of it. Passing through his attack completely, the fireball was left to freely crash into the ground and rage with full force. Luckily, the Chuunin had not noticed such an occurence before repeating the process with the remaining orbs of fire, effectively escaping being consumed within the clone's fire.
As he turned toward the flames, he could sense the chakra flow around his blade beginning to emanate in a stronger, more radiant fashion. Though it was not physically visible, its power appeared to be growing stronger, forcing him to accomodate such a tenacity. However, the fatigue settling in was a sudden caution that this was to be used sparingly. Raising the blade to eye's level, the Chuunin nodded in understanding before spinning it a couple of times. The powerful Apashi slammed into scabbard thereafter, the throat clicking as the handguard met it.