Atsuhiro's Training

[Umehara]

The Genin stood in the distance yet again, watching as Aya took a leap into the air above his head. She bent her arms until the forearms were pushed onto her chest, releasing them rather quickly afterward to burst forth with the barrage of kunai yet again. Atsuhiro would do the same, though leaning back only slightly so as to lift his arms skyward and force the Dai Kamaitachi into the skies above him. The forceful jutsu mixed once more into the gather of kunai, seperating them and tossing them aside before she began to descend. He lowered himself to the ground and planted his right palm against gaia, using it to push his weight up and over to force a flip to the side.

The woman's weight was shifted downward as she landed, standing before brushing herself off with a smirk. "How was that?" she asked. Atsu turned toward her general direction, a small chuckle released from deep within. "Improvised." he stated. Aya began to swiftly maneuver about, picking the kunai up before jumping to stand near him. Atsu's mind began to whirl with her landing, figuring that the intensity of the training was about to increase. "Well, then...let's stop playing these games."

Aya quirked a brow at his vague proposal, the young Genin ambling slightly a few yards away before turning and getting into no particular stance. "Come. We will spar and apply my jutsu to true, intense combat." he gave. Aya hesitantly bit her lower lip, unsure of the Uchiha's power. If he was able to deflect those kunai so increasingly easy, just what would he do to her small frame when she came into contact with one of his powerful arms? Releasing the small amount of fear, she readied herself and hardened her appearance in courage.

"You seem unsure." he said. Not responding, she remained in that position. Was she so sure of simply attacking him without regard for her own life? Either way, it did not matter to him. Atsu dashed forth at a medium pace now, even those light movements enough to confuse his would-be opponent. He thrust all his weight onto the left foot as it crashed mid-run, jumping high into the air above her head. "Release them now!" he yelled. Following up tentatively, Aya thrust multiple kunai in a random fashion toward his very body..

Closer they appeared to him. "Dai--!" he began, though Aya was dashing up the tree and toward his frame. "You forgot one!" she screamed. Pushing off with her right foot and jumping to the side, she released the last kunai toward his hip. "Hmph..." Atsuhiro returned. Turning his body upside down, he once again called on the jutsu. "Dai Kamaitachi!" he roared. In a brusque fashion did the chakra flow fulfill his wishes, the gusts of wind spread out as his arms waved out in a straight horizontal line. He manipulated each kunai and deflected their path, earning himself no harm as the two descended to land.

"Just a little something I'd include." she admitted, standing to full height when she reached terra...Atsu did not look pleased...

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The night had proven to be eventful, but Atsuhiro's mood was ever constant. His disposition unshifted, the truth behind his seemingly blank nature was shrouded in a mystery unraveled even by the deities of life itself. The nuisance of having to socialize with those that were inferior to his thought processes began to grow increasingly difficult to ignore. If ever he was gritting his teeth to obtain something vital to his training, this was one of those very situations.

Aya, on the other hand, seemed rather pleased with the Genin's company. "How naive..", he thought, watching her expressions shift all too easily into various ranges of contentment to satisfaction. She took no particular stance on a complete stranger analyzing her every move, nor did she plot out any type of restraint to put on the Genin should he have chosen to betray her. No...she was too busy with the exterior, thinking only of that she could obtain with him by her side. To better her training? How could she have been so blind to believe that he would befriend her to assist her, when in fact he had been studying her very training and the force and velocity of every movement made.

The calculations nearly complete, Atsuhiro beckoned her advance yet again by moving into a rather inconspicuous fighting stance. "We have been at this for hours, now.." Aya admitted, sighing softly. "Perhaps we should begin some other time." Atsuhiro narrowed his eyes, scoffing in front of her in the most disrespectful of tones. "Your endurance is pathetic." he began. "If your opponent were hardened for days of combat, you would fall prey to his conditioning. You should never give them that type of advantage."

The woman's brows furrowed at his statements. "But there is also the need to rest." she quipped. Uchiha lowered his head for a moment, now casting his gaze downward as his "trump card" came flying out of his mouth. "I see why your inexperienced father sends you out to play with toys. He hopes that perhaps one day, you'll actually know what you're doing." The gloves slipped from his hands mentally, dropping heavily against the floor..so forceful, in fact, that one could almost hear the temper in her spirit rage against his blatant insult.

"How DARE you!" she screamed. Atsuhiro relaxed, her anger clouding her rather quickly as she dashed forward with each kunai clutched to a seperate finger. Releasing the first handful, she aimed for the vital organs of his flesh. "Interesting." he muttered. The Genin once again performed his jutsu, the Dai Kamaitachi wind technique utilized to full effect as it tossed them to and fro in the simple wave of a hand. He vaulted to the left side of her body now, quickly sidestepping as she met his position and came to an abrupt halt. "You know nothing of what you speak!" the furious Aya shouted.

Her opponent stopped with one more step of his feet, sliding to a halt before he threw his arms up in defense. "Hmph. If you manage to hit me, perhaps I'll consider that opinion." he returned. Aya once again assaulted him with the metal projectiles, only to have them turned away with the jutsu yet again. "Damn you!" she screamed, lunging forth with her fingers curled to create fists. An attempt at a jab failed as he ducked below her, her knee rising to strike his chin with an immediate second attempt...but to no avail. Atsuhiro proved to be exponentially quicker, dodging her blow and vanishing from sight at the twinkling of an eye.

Reappearing a few feet above, he landed upon the ground before standing and folding his arms. "Now that you've actually got some adrenaline...pick those kunai up and attack again." he demanded. She walked brusquely toward every one, snatching them from the ground and placing them inside her attire. Concealing them, she settled herself back into what appeared to be an offensive stance, one foreign to him. Her legs spread apart, she allowed her weight to be fully balanced between the two limbs as her arms spread out to either side of herself. "You don't have to tell me twice." she bit out, eyes narrowed.

"For one who is a stranger, you change your attitude fast." she admitted. Atsuhiro tilted his head upward, a sinister smirk appearing across his features. "If you only knew what the true one was.." he thought..

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The intensity of the battle was beginning to increase, more-so than Atsuhiro had thought as his opponent charged him once more. Aya managed to increase her speed this time, hair flowing about rather violently as she carefully measured the distance between herself and the Genin. "Now!" she bit out. Allowing her right arm to extend in a wide arc, she allowed a single kunai to fly into the area where his right shoulder lay. Carefully stepping in a full circle, she picked up the graceful steps until she was fully capable of circling his body and throwing each kunai after a few steps, launching the instruments until they were approaching from a wide arc into his very vicinity.

"Hmph.." was all she would get from her opponent. The force of each kunai thrown seemed to have increased with her frustration, the blindness of her charge leaving her absent-minded of the truth behind Atsuhiro's jutsu: no matter how many attempts she made, he would simply gather the force of gale to knock her kunai into the air and off the original destination they were intended to travel. Gathering and magnificently shifting all of his weight onto the center of the sole of his foot, Atsuhiro quickly leaped backward for a great distance as he suppressed his chakra flow enough to exert a more concentrated blast.

He allowed his arms to bend inward for only a second, before yet again he would release the power of his jutsu...this time, more maliciously than before. "Dai...Kamaitachi!" he exclaimed. The jutsu roared to life yet again, a multitude of winds caressing his very form before violently twisting and contorting to meet her projectiles head on. Terra unearthed, his own technique tore her kunai from the atmosphere, thrusting them upward until they clashed and danced, smacking into each other and allowing sparks to fly from the shear power of the collision. Landing on a knee, Atsu did not even bother to look at her.

The amount of shock was nothing new to a person of his ability. The sensitivity of his senses had been honed and trained to obtain every detail to the smallest notion, her clothing frantically rubbing against her frame; she was shaking, he concluded. The kunai thudded lifeless against the ground below, his full height obtained yet again as he pushed himself to stand in front of her. "Now, then...shall we try again?" he mocked. His former "comrade" was growing more irritated...her eyes were narrowed, the glimmer of determination fresh within her cold stare. But as he turned his head to meet that gaze..it was brought to a screeching halt.

The indigo orbs seemed to reduce into more of an oblivion..an empty tomb for any who were foolish enough to meet his stare prepared, one could only wonder just what machinations he had going on. The dark bangs of hair would sometimes spare one from such a horrific glare, though the thought of one's hair playing a role in keeping a person's sanity was an astonishing factor, all in itself. Aya's once frozen form now took up yet another stance, her legs and arms outstretched and bent at a comfortable degree.

"You said that we would both gain something out of this...but you have truly awakened me." she confessed. Atsuhiro scoffed once more, turning away from her. "It won't matter in the end..." he returned. The sound of metal against metal pervaded the ears, his attention brought to the woman's left arm reaching into her clothing and withdrawing a foreign item. In the darkness, Atsuhiro could only make out a handle grasped tightly, the pink hue of her palm a testament to just how determined she was to prove her point.

Wakizashi. The weapon glimmered against the luminescence of the night, held forward in an offensive position at the young Genin. He had absent-mindedly left Apashi at home, though that would not matter to him..his main weapon would be the jutsu at hand, and increasing its power...no matter the cost. All became silent as Atsuhiro readied himself again mentally, but remained statuesque on the outside...

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Aya lowered herself to the ground for only a moment, before vaulting backward for a great distance between herself and Atsu. Hovering for just a second, she landed gracefully and positioned the wakizashi so that it was facing a diagonal position across her abdomen. "No more games!" she screamed. The Genin remained passive to her emotions as he stood there, though a sudden notion crossed him that he could not refuse. "Perhaps this will be of use.." he muttered. Ambling toward the kunai he had just deflected, he gathered them up one by one in a casual manner.

The woman started upon her left foot before presenting an unusual burst of speed, rushing once more (and rather blindly, at that) into the battle with the youth that had appeared from the depths of nowhere. Atsu's arms extended forth, the kunai he had retrieved spiraling extremely quickly toward her. However, little force was applied..he relaxed his arms as they remained poised, preparing himself for the very setup that he had granted. If he could not get her to throw the kunai in a more dangerous fashion, he would simply have to provoke it by other means.

So had it been...Aya's blade sliced across the air less skillfully than expected, though she turned the kunai back at the origin of their throwing. The beauty of this maneuver allowed the force to almost double, air pulsing and heaving as the resistance was lowered. "Perfect.." Atsuhiro thought. He once again suppressed his chakra flow and manipulated it expertly, the energy travelling to the front of his hands and creating the jutsu once more to extend from his appendages. "Dai Kamaitachi!"

The words came from his mouth and created the nightmare for Aya once again, though her own body was caught in the path of such a powerful jutsu. "What..how is--!" she began, only to be silenced by the raging storm of gale that assaulted the proximity between she and her opponent. Atsuhiro could only smirk in satisfaction as the kunai were resistant to the winds, finally shaken from place as his gale forces whipped about and sliced them into randomized directions. Aya's body was riddled with small cuts upon her attire, her feet leaving the ground involuntarily as it carried her backward, slamming her down onto the ground with a bit of pressure applied before perishing.

Yet another victory for the Genin. He lowered his head now, eyes intent on proving a point here...on this night. Finally, the closure to this training was beginning to come to a close...and his true nature was boiling to the surface. The hell on earth broken loose when he was finally released of his stoic cage was almost unimaginable...but in due time, she would realize that this "training" session had become real..her life dangling from his fingers. "Get up...we're not through." he commanded.

Aya stood to her feet as she was told, though her form was in rough condition. Small cuts and bruises lined her body, the back of her hand swiping at a small trail of blood that threatened to run down the right corner of her lips. "Just what do you think you're doing!?" she exclaimed. Atsu said nothing, only allowing his thoughts to roam. This, however, was not acceptable by any means to the woman. She had created a breakthrough earlier...but at this moment, she was back at square one...that, she concluded, was not a place that she wanted to be.

Too bad she could not change it...

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There were no more words to be had...there were no more convenient conversations, no more mutual understands, no more pretending to care about something that he had never given a damn about in the first place; the two combatants stood and stared at each other, though Atsuhiro's gaze was much more intent than her own. She could have dwelled on her thoughts, attempting to piece together the puzzle of his untimely arrival, his inconspicous gestures, and his will to "help" her achieve greatness...but she did not. Time was too precious to do so, and with that resolve she gathered her will and turned it into the motivation to fight this "demon."

The young woman broke out into a full force dash now, her sandals beating against the ground with the closure of their distance. She shifted her weight constantly now, zig-zagging in her pattern should he have chosen to attack her with a projectile. She grasped the wakizashi and extended it forward now, the pristine white of the moon casting a reflection off of the simple weapon with every advance. At this point, her intentions to survive had been cast aside. Perhaps the blindness of her father had influenced her to attempt to prove herself worthy in his eyes, nullifying the need to live in order to see another day. If her integrity and pride were to be compromised, the regrets in death would have been even greater. With every step, she accepted her fate...though none could have prepared her for the end she was rushing to meet at the hands of the Genin...

"Dai...Kamaitachi!" he roared. Atsuhiro forced his breath now, exhaling every bit of his lung's capacity as the air shook and trembled against the power of his jutsu's exclamation. His right arm extended to the side of him, he let the alternate limb dangle lifelessly at his side. Aya vaulted into the air at a small degree, anticipating his attack...or believing that there was some way to escape the horrible power that he had come to acquire. With one final plan, she unleashed the Wakizashi in a straight line from her hand into his cranium. "For my father!" she yelled. Atsuhiro smirked maliciously in the presence of such folly, the quest for approval...for love...for one's appreciation costing so many their lives in the endless battle for acceptance. But this was his choice...to shatter those dreams, and to leave his own legacy drawn in the blood of others upon reality itself.

His arm swiped in a horizontal fashion to the left, sealing her death within the gates of what was to come. A storm rose to its master's call, a large quantity of air wrapping itself around his form before bursting forth in pure power, engulfing the wakizashi...and the attacker, between the jaws of the relentless force. This jutsu focused on deflecting the projectile of the opponent while causing a great disturbance, proving the worth of such a technique by swallowing the victim in a sea of razor winds. Aya's body was torn asunder by the very jutsu..their proximity allowing for a much more lethal attack than usually granted by the use of the technique.

Her most astonishing downfall was the will to draw closer, believing that she could counter..or even evade...such a powerful force. She had not seized the true grasp of the jutsu, though in a way...Atsuhiro was subtly trying to give her that bit of knowledge. To her unfortunate end, learning this important lesson would cost her her very life. Atsuhiro was not willing to give it back. Strips of fabric from her clothing danced about in the wind as she was lifted high into the air, turning gracefully in her lifeless state before being dropped to the ground in a heap of flesh and bone. Her weapon was embedded somewhat deeply into the ground beside her, the winds able to cease and desist after performing the task given by the Genin...to snatch her very life from her body.

Atsuhiro pondered approaching, catching the last glimpse of what her face may have looked like. The village would surely weep, thrown into a state of chaos and motivated by bloodlust to find the murderer of one of its own. He couldn't help but laugh, his throat vibrating from such a deep, malicious tone. "I will show you all the pain of the Uchiha clan..." he muttered, turning away from the sight of her body and moving into the shadows once more. To some extent of irony, her kunai lay in a circular pile around her...the sharp edges pointed toward her freshly destroyed form.

Chaos...anguish..pain. These three, Atsuhiro would gladly sacrifice whatever the cost to obtain. And in that single morning, as the sun began to show just barely in the distance...he had claimed the rights to all three. "If I'm lucky, they will come looking for me...and the fun shall continue." Uchiha, thought, vanishing into what shadows were left of the morning's darkness....

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(( Lol. No whining here. What the assistants/mods want, they get. ))

Atsuhiro moved into the distance now, travelling through the very forest that would allow him to reach his home. Before his stop there, he simply had to measure the power of the newfound jutsu. The final tree before he reached the abode was set off to the side, rather large in size compared to those that he had recently passed.

"Hmm.." The Genin stepped back, before his arm was released in the general direction of the bark. "Dai Kamaitachi.." he muttered. The winds once again tore forth from the use of the jutsu, his chakra control fairly light here. However, the results had proven to be astonishing still, tearing the bark off of the tree and leaving a great chunk to be launched in a random direction. He lifted himself to stand now, yet again satisfied with the jutsu's power. The small gashes created in the ground had given his thought processes more ideas for its use...though this would have to come at a later time. He had expended too much chakra in the first place...and he had to rest before attempting such strenuous training again.

Finally, he stepped up and to the door. Turning the handle and moving inside, Atsuhiro felt the comfort of his seclusion once more. "Until next time, then.." he muttered, in reference to the wandering soul now released. One might have mistaken it for some type of compassion...but Atsu took it as a future reference to combat. It was never-ending...and even in death, he would continue to fight the eternal war waged against all who did not know the Uchiha Clan's power.

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Double Vision Jutsu
Rank: C
Skill: Genjutsu
Effect: Upon looking into the eyes of the opponent, the caster can force an illusion upon their foe. Aided by the Sharingan, this genjutsu can cause the opponent to have "double vision" where in fact the victim can see up to 20 illusional copies of the caster around him/her
Special: Boar, Snake, Dragon
Drawback:If Chakra is not focused into the Sharingan correctly can cause dizziness in the user and may become blind. Ineffective against other users of the Sharingan
Description: Upon activating the Sharingan, the caster can focus chakra into their eyes. This chakra is collected and then upon usage of the handsigns is used as a Genjutsu. The opponent must look at the Sharingan within the Uchiha's eyes. Upon seeing this they are confused by multiple illusions of the Uchiha attacking from different angles. Only one of these is the real Uchiha but the victim can not know while within the genjutsu's hold. This will make dodging attacks, hitting accurately, and generally fighting difficult for the victim.
Limit: Uchiha only, must have Sharingan

The long and winding road to obtaining his Sharingan had cost him a great deal of temperance and patience. However, the reward that he had acquired was even greater. Parallel to how one would normally feel, the ministrations he had suffered through had only given him even more motivation to pursue power in all its shapes, forms, and fashions. The afternoon came slowly for him, his full recovery granted after a week of nothing but rest. Now wearing casual attire, the shinobi travelled back to the village where he had put his "acquaintance" to rest. How amusing...no emotions truly covered him, the pain of loss almost non-existent within the foundations of the village as his footfall lead him a bit farther than last time.

"Hmph...as if nothing even happened." he muttered as he passed the spot where her body was last seen by his eyes. Atsu felt a small similarity between the village and himself, though the question of just why nothing had come about also simmered somewhere beneath the layers of alternate thought processes and machinations. Ambling forth, he came into view of what appeared to be a middle-aged man standing upon the porch of a rather feeble-looking abode. Clothed in a simple gray robe, his hair matched the hue almost perfectly. Green eyes stared forward as if in deep analyzation...though it was probably nothing more than reflections of old age and the past, wishing that something could have been done differently.

As the young Genin approached, he was immediately greeted by the old one's assertive voice. "If you want something, then all you need is ask." he muttered. Atsu smirked, vanishing for a split second before materializing behind the elderly-looking patron. Folding his arms, he casually leaned back against the house door and smirked coyly. "Not as friendly as the others, old man. Why not?" the young Uchiha clan member returned. Fixing a straw hat that rested atop his head, the geezer paused for a minute.

"My name is Kyouken. Most around here would call me Kyou, but you are not one an ordinary sight. In that regard, you may keep it formal and refer to me in my full name." Atsu closed his eyes, seemingly delegating with himself on whether he should have expressed the fact that he didn't give a damn or not. Believing it more productive to simply comply without what defiance he had, he continued their hasty conversation. "My name is of no importance. You seem to be clinging onto your last thread of existence, old man. I am here to help you cut it." The man turned and chuckled softly, the rise and fall of his shoulders a rapid succession as he took into account the words of this newcomer.

"Believe me, young one. I am fully aware of what you are capable of. I did not see combat for many years only to grow this old and any more foolish than the youngest of my kin. You seek answers...and they can only be found by combat. Am I correct..?" he asked. Atsu stood straight up, cracking his knuckles. "Well, well...you catch on quickly." he returned. Kyouken gave a wry expression, staring straight into those darkened eyes...not even he was impervious to the deep void, the oblivion swallowing him whole..almost as if beckoning him to try to fit himself into Atsu's eyes to be torn apart and compressed by his death-like gaze alone.

"Sharingan!" Atsuhiro spoke. Instantaneously did his eyes change their shape, the shift of the tomo and the blood red engaged as he blinked and stared even deeper than before. All was becoming clearer...each individual detail of actions performed by the entity standing before him calculated and thoroughly noted as he stood there. Paralysis would ensue for Kyouken at that instant...Atsuhiro standing upright. Luckily, none seemed to have notice the shift in mood. They carried on..commoners, bustling in business and going about with the usual pursuit of commerce...happiness...desire.

Kyouken stepped back a few paces, his hands raising in confusion. "Wha...what are you doing!?" he exclaimed. Atsu approached slowly. "We're going to play a game; I know that you are Aya's father. The physical features...the traits..they match perfectly. You made her suffer the training because you didn't have a son...and now it is my turn to put you through a bit of 'training' of your own." the Genin remarked. His words were as empty as Kyouken's seemed to be..the next step to deprive him of his sense of being.

Atsuhiro's fingers once again weaved their signs...Boar...Snake...Dragon. Each of these were formulated within only a moment's notice, his jutsu coming to fruition as he forced his eyesight to meet the geezer's. "Uchiha Clan Secret Art...Double Vision Jutsu!" The jutsu took effect immediately...a multitude of himself spreading forth as Kyouken's confusion seemed to rise even further. They seemed to approach from every angle, causing him to snatch himself away from his home, dashing in the only direction that they did not seem hostile at...toward the forest.

"Well, then...let the games begin." Atsuhiro stated. He folded his arms over his abdomen, casually walking in the same direction...he would torture Kyouken before eventually...well, killing him.

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The dense forest contained thick foliage that loomed overhead, almost bowing in homage to the Uchiha roaming its decadent wilderness. If there had been any sign of life, one would have truly had to search to find it. The shadows and bone-chilling winds cast a coalescence of gloom over the gathering of flora and fauna...eerie if one would stop and listen to the howls of the gale. Truth be told, it sounded as a distant whisper..beckoning the listener to grant just a shard of their sanity. Usually, that was all most entities had when entering such a place, hunted..tracked by the predators thirsty for sanguine measure.

Kyouken's legs beat against the ground hastily as he trekked deeper into the emerald prison, leaves rustling heavily with every footfall that was created. Panic...terror...fear...they were running rampant through his very frame, a fit of shuddering cast down upon him. To have looked into the eyes of the Uchiha and not be cast into the lake of crimson Purgatory was damn near impossible for anyone short of a trained mind; this older male did not possess such a talent. Perhaps the death of his own daughter had stirred an unease, breaking what would have normally been a solid sense of security. But no...he did not even so much as express discontentment...sympathy...sadness. Simply continuing to live, one could only wonder if he realized the anguish felt by the soul lifted into the heavens to watch such an insulting departure and memory.

"Where am I going..!?" Kyouken thought, frantically searching for an exit as he stopped to catch his bearings. His vision blurred multiple times as his head snapped back and forth rather quickly, eyes darting to and fro to assure himself that Atsuhiro was not present. The sound of footfall all around him; Kyouken barely had the will to run anymore, thus turning and planting his back against a nearby tree. How futile it was to simply run away. He, of all people, should have known the true force of combat. From what Aya had explained to the Genin prior to their engagement, Kyouken should have excelled at combat tactics. Why, then, would a man of his physical caliber tremble in fear?

His thoughts were interrupted as an entire flooding of Atsuhiro's clones came spilling out of every nook and cranny of the forest. Countenances of pure porcelain and indigo eyes glared maliciously in his direction as they jumped, ran, and walked from what appeared to be every angle of his eyesight. This was the Double Vision Jutsu at its worst, poisoning the senses in an immaculate Genjutsu to confuse and disorient all who would be so foolish as to meet the eyes of the Sharingan user. The Uchiha clan were ruthless in their tactics when applying such a deadly mind game: One false movement, and the victim would be coaxed to commit suicide damn near related to suicide, if not grasping insanity in all its meaning.

"Which one of you is real!?" Kyouken exclaimed, stepping backward before falling flat onto his back. Grunting with the thud that accompanied his fall, he crawled away until bumping into a pair of appendages behind him. Time almost stopped for the older patron as his eyes widened beyond normal human capability, pupils contracting a few times in utter dismay. "I could ask the same about your emotions toward your own daughter." a deep voice echoed. Turning, Kyouken looked up to find Atsuhiro standing tall, arms folded with a disgusted look upon his visage. The Genin lifted his right foot and kicked him in the shoulder, which took nothing but a split second, sending him rolling across the ground before being in a nearly collapsed state, a heap of flesh upon the foliage that had fallen from above.

The air seemed to thicken all too soon for Kyouken at that moment. Trapped...hunted like an animal, and then kicked in the same manner as one. He grit his teeth, casting the only tinge of courage and bravery he had to attempt to dispel the Genjutsu. "What do you know of my daughter!?" he shouted, narrowing his eyes in defiance. "Hmph...and here I thought I was simply going to have to run him through for the most efficient form of fun. He's opposing me...so I will motivate him to continue.. Atsu thought. "I know that I am her murderer." he returned. The sinking of Kyouken's heart into his stomach was almost audible at that very instant; a pale hue to his flesh, the Genin chuckled under his breath. "Surprised, are we?"

The clones that surrounded Kyouken were now making random actions, manipulated to stand or sit, lean against a tree or pull kunai from their holsters to further their seemingly real existence. They would even go so far as to exchange low laughter amongst their ranks, sound travelling for yards at varying angles for the man to hear. They looked to be so real...replicas, perhaps, but every detail was accurately traced and applied. There was no difference! The legion of Genin surely could rend him apart without hesitation, each katana drawn and colored to mimic the original. The Sharingan eye was fresh within each one, the thought of so many keeping their eyesight on him at once sending a sickening chill down the entire length of the spine.

"Y-you!" Kyouken began. "You are a demon!". Atsu could not help but smirk wryly, unsheathing Apashi. The katana screamed from the black scabbard that rested upon his back, a sliver of sunlight casting a gleaming sensation from the multiple-times folded steel of the katana. Letting it drop down to his side, Atsu dug the kissaki into the gaia beside him. His palm slid upward, fingers clasped lightly about the black handle of the instrument of destruction. "You could say that." he returned. The Genjutsu's full effect now activated, the foolish ministrations of Kyouken to not realize retaliate in any fashion almost enough for this "session" to be too easy for the Genin.

"And with that knowledge, you still have no desire to combat me? ...What, did you lose all of your solidity when you saw the inward truth? ...That you let your daughter perish without any happiness before she took her last breath!?" Atsu spoke with such conviction that Kyouken almost choked mid-swallow. The man got to his feet quickly, at least in an attempt to be level with the Genin who had thrown him so easily into a state of disarray. "You know nothing of my daughter and I! I trained her to be strong! Don't attempt to justify your own murderous purposes by judging me!" he retorted. Atsuhiro lowered his head for a few moments, obsidian bangs shielding his view of the man. The clones continued to weave their own ministrations throughout the course of their conversation, responding and creating facial expressions even..

"I know enough to know that you're cannon fodder just waiting to realize that you're expendable." Atsu stated. Kyouken took a single step back, narrowing his eyes. He dared not to fixate his gaze on the Uchiha's gaze, so instead he eyed the very fabric of his attire. "Hmph...you're a fool, young one. Truly, you do not think that I will allow my life to be taken without a fight?" Kyouken questioned. "You seek to find solace in killing me for my choice on how to take the matter...then you pay the consequences of your actions." he finished. As the last syllable slipped out of his mouth, a nihontou blade careened from the heavens and landed on the ground afront him.

Atsuhiro's clones all circled about before surrounding him. One frame stepped forward, Apashi withdrawn from the soil and held intently in front of him. The razor sharp edge looked to be enough to be able to cut entire mountains in half..the nihontou could not have hoped to stand up to it. But Kyouken would damn sure try. "You have the wrong idea, geezer.." Atsu admitted. Pursing his lips together, he concluded internally that he would reveal the truth at a later interval; for now, he would enjoy the carving of flesh and bone...

[Yun.]

>_> Dude...YOU DEMON!

+10

[Umehara]

(( LOL. Thanks for the compliment. ^_^ Don't worry, you'll be writing like that in no time. ))

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Dirt and the like were all uprooted from the earth as Atsuhiro dashed forward now, sprinting only at a moderate velocity; there was an insatiable desire to allow his opponent to see his movements, before ultimately being struck with the devastating blow that was surely heralded thereafter. Surely enough, Apashi's guard was immediately turned onto the gut of Kyouken, slamming hard against his internal organs. A great thud resounded about the environment, the man's breath forcefully knocked from his lungs as if God himself had demanded it back. "You fool.." Atsuhiro muttered. He reached out with his left hand and slammed the palm hard onto Kyouken's back. This would prevent him from moving, instead being pinned up against the blade that was digging into his stomach rather maliciously.

Kyouken struggled to even speak at that moment. The agony presented from the steel of the blade striking him in the stomach had rendered him almost unconscious, the pain too great to hold the man's frame. He had been in countless battles before, but never..never had he experienced something as fierce as the attack he had received. To have moved from position and to have striked all at a moment's notice..it was astonishing..terrifying..and impressive all in the same description. Struggling, Kyouken clutched onto Atsuhiro's body. The katana almost slipped from his grasp, though he realized its importance and held onto it as if it were a lifeline. "I...I couldn't even see you clearly.." he gasped.

Atsuhiro allowed the man to touch him, though he despised any form of that particular verb. No matter...his death would be a satisfaction all in itself, though a small testament to the chaos the Genin was capable of raising. "That is the Sharingan's ability; in all your ignorance, you failed to divert your gaze. The Uchiha are practically infamous for the ability in DouJutsu...it's your folly that got you here." he returned. In a swift motion, Atsuhiro's right hand released his sword and slammed a palm onto his chest. The fingers curled, he launched Kyouken for a good four yards before watching his body crumple against the ground. Amazingly enough, he had caught his blade before it had reached anywhere close to hitting the ground. His speed was insane...demonic, almost.

"I am not here to exact revenge for anyone. I am not a mediator...I am not an avenger...I am not a savior." Atsu began. Slowly ambling toward Kyouken, his clones moved flawlessly about, giving Kyouken the implication that the Genin was moving at an incredible pace while returning to the standing spot for only split seconds, vanishing once more after he had spoken each syllable; such a thought could not be accepted...comprehended..the likes of such physics highly improbable. Then again...this very man's existence was highly unbelievable. Speed...strength..jutsu beyond comparison...did he stand upon the highest edifice of that which could be called ninja? Or further...a weapon?

Kyouken continued to struggle for breath, clutching his chest before he withdrew the blade from its scabbard. The hollow wood knocked against bark as the floored opponent threw scabbard against the tree, finding no use in delaying the inevitable: He would, indeed, have to stand and defend himself..or die trying. The determination was rather minute for someone of his standing against a Genin of immense power like this...and it was all becoming clearer to him now. For all these years he had pushed his daughter...turned her away from what she desired and made her enter training situations that were unsuitable for someone of her mindset. But at this very moment..he understood the fear..the prospect of losing one's life in a situation that they did not want to be in...this is the lesson that she had been trying to get him to understand. But now it was much too late, and much too impossible to turn back the hands of time to attempt to atone for such a thing...his life, he thought, would suffice.

"...I am simply here to kill." The Genin finished. Kyouken chuckled softly at those words, managing to stand yet again. He presented a facade of courage, lifting the sword and holding it as he lifted his right foot and planted it at a balanced degree. His left hand hovering just over the blade, he actually smiled in pain. "You may stop your act." he quipped. "You put my daughter out of her misery because she wanted to teach me a lesson: I should not have pushed her so hard. She was precious to me, but I didn't want anything more than my own selfish accomplishments fulfilled through her." At that moment, Kyouken's eyes began to well up. "Tears..?" Atsu thought. The Genjutsu of the Sharingan was still in full effect, though Kyouken kept gazing directly into the eyes of the Uchiha clan member. What purpose would be served by forcing suicide on one's self?

Kyouken licked his lips rather slowly, his chest rising and falling more heavily than normally as he continued to present his explanation. "You brought me out here..to show me just what I was doing to her. I truly do appreciate your kindness, albeit that it is a brutal honesty--" Kyouken began. A sickening crossing of gale and blade pierced the air, the man's eyes widening at the sudden display of murderous action against his very life. Atsuhiro had closed the distance between the two, Kyouken's nihontou now resting lightly..useless..against the left shoulder of the Genin.

"I've had enough of your ranting. Just how stupid could you possibly be?" The Genin bit out. Apashi was embedded deep within the neck, piercing the jugular vein and cutting through bone and sinew to extend out of the back of said part of the body. Crimson began to burst forth, staining the air with its foul stench as Atsu pushed the tsuba until it disrespecfully pressed up against the bloody jawline of his victim. "Listen closely, old man...I'll only go through this with you once." Every one of the apparitions had their blades pointed toward Kyouken. Even with the blade embedded deeply into the jugular, his final moments of life were spent attempting to figure out just which entity he was.

Atsuhiro chuckled rather maniacally in the face of the soon-to-be corpse. It was not a sickening laugh...not a twisted sense of humor..not some sort of cliche' banter created through evil purpose; this was the chuckle of a man who had inadvertently taught a lesson that didn't make a bit of a difference to him. "You believe that there was purpose...that there was some reason for me targeting you specifically. In all actuality...I simply grew annoyed with how wrong you were, and how idiotic you proved to be by forcing your own daughter into a world that she did not belong in. But more-so than that...I was looking for an irony in which to destroy you with."

Kyouken's eyes diverted their gaze, looking upward and into the heavens to try and find some sort of sign of peace...tranquility for his final moments. He tried to speak...but blood..the taste of iron..they ruined his senses, pervading his mouth and pouring out in the form of a crimson waterfall over his lips. Atsuhiro was not particularly careful so as to keep his attire clean: He killed, after all. The stains of battle were to be expected..and on some occasions, to be reflected upon. But on a different token...Kyouken's blood wasn't worth wearing.

"In the end, you were just another body. Another corpse to add to the pile I have made for myself thus far..my existence will continually mark despair...chaos..rebellion. You, my friend, were merely blessed..or cursed...whichever way you take it...to witness it." Atsuhiro finished. Kyouken dropped the nihontou, watching it roll off of Atsu's shoulders and hit the ground. He hadn't even used it...hadn't even defended himself..hadn't even...

Lifeless. His body limp now, Atsuhiro's Sharingan eye disengaged. The clones dispersed thereafter, the Genin standing before lifting Kyouken's body up into the air by the power of his sword alone. Normally, such human feats would not be possible...but the adrenal glands were pumping. The intensity of his god-forsaken actions had proved to sedate him..but only for the moment. Thrusting his blade to the right, Kyouken's corpse lay flying through the atmosphere before landing against a large tree. "You were nothing but useless space taking up room for bigger things, anyway." Atsu muttered.

[/ Toki /]

+ 10

{29/30}

You do realize, I never give 10 TP.
My god, you inspire me to begin training more. When I get a chance, hell shall RAIN!!!

[Umehara]

(( Man, I seriously appreciate the props. And believe me, training like this isn't possible without you all to help grade and give me motivation with your words. Yes..chaos and hell are to be raised. Haha, can't wait to see ya in action. :D ))

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Atsuhiro raised his blade slightly, thrusting it downward to clear it of most of the blood that dripped down from kissaki to the guard. Pondering the burial of Kyouken, he ambled toward the man and stood over him..hovering as the reaper did a freshly cut soul from the mortal realm. Would it have been fitting to place him underground? ...Or perhaps to simply drop him at the outskirts of the village so that he was able to be picked up and buried properly by the village folk?

The aspect of pondering this brought a quirked eyebrow to Atsu's countenance, a rare happening indeed. Just where were the village people when they had realized that Kyouken had left? Was he important at all? Or had he been like the outcast, left to wade through the eyes that gave no attention..the bodies that didn't stop to consider his existence for more than a brief instant? It was undeniable that one of these brainstormed ideas was the correct one...either that, or Atsuhiro's tactics were more strategically placed than he thought, his stealth ability as a shinobi aiding him in carrying out the slaughter of this imbecile.

Deciding against all of this, the young Genin performed a Body Flicker Jutsu, materializing yards away from Kyouken. "Katon no jutsu! Great Fireball Technique!" he roared. The jutsu's requirements met, Atsu breathed a great sphere of flame onto Kyouken and all that surrounded him. If the death of two would not catch the village's attention...the burning blaze which threatened to burn their entire foundation to the ground would. Not only this, but Atsu saw it fitting for Kyouken. Turning away, Atsuhiro ambled off into the distance with only two words cast.

"Burn, bastard."

[Yun.]

Add it.

[Umehara]

Sharingan Stage 2
Rank: "B" Rank
Type: NinJutsu
Effect: With this technique it allows a user the capability of observing and understanding as well as predicting movements and techniques of the B Rank Range.
Special: ---
Drawback: The user does not get the capability of following or understanding the concepts of randomized TaiJutsu techniques, or specialized techniques. Techniques that may consist of instruments or multiple components may not be copied, but they may be predicted to use at that moment, and never to be copied. In order to learn or copy the techniques the user must have knowledge of the release in which the technique the user wishes to get into.
Description: The eyes grow red as two black dots appears along with the eye of the eyes. When activated the user is capable of predicting the movements of user's techniques that consist of TaiJutsu Movements as well as GenJutsu Movements. At this stage the user is capable of viewing through GenJutsu Techniques to where the user is capable of seeing what is real and what is fake. When activated the user gains the capability of extending their training by an extra training points. This means that when the user uses their eye, they are capable of learning an additional twenty points. This does not mean that the points will be automatic, but an extention. One must realize though, if watching the technique, the user does NOT know the technique and can not perform the technique until they actually know the technique. With this Rank, a user can only copy C-Rank Techniques that does NOT need Prerequisites. Also you must follow the movements of the techniques if GenJutsu or NinJutsu. Every Training Point equals Two Sharingan Training Points.
Limit: Only part of the Uchiha Bloodlimit

(( Tired..))

Atsuhiro slowly ambled out into the clearing of his training the day after Kyouken's death, now convinced that it was necessary to take up yet another training session. The Sharingan had proven how useful it could be to the Genin, but more was desired. Such was the will of the Uchiha Clan member; power meant more of a control over all that was going on around a person..it meant that he could move freely, executing what moves he chose and suffering little to no consequences. Indeed..he embodied the definition of lust, greedily seeking much more than what he possessed so as to add it to his arsenal...and ultimately, deliver more of a brutal blow to his opponents.

As he passed where he had trained the Double Decapitation Suicide technique, the Genin could not help but notice the clash of swords in the distance. Halting abruptly, his right hand moved upward to grasp Apashi without a moment of hesitation. The blade clicked for only an instant, his eyes sliding to the south direction of where he stood. "Who's stupid enough to interrupt me.." he thought, the Body Flicker Jutsu delivering him to an area safe from being viewed. The tangible clash of steel upon steel edged him on silently...almost to the point where he desired combat with whomever it was swinging the weapons. Judging by the speed and the time it took for each clang to happen, the Genin could discern that fatigue was not a problem with the two..nor was the swinging of weapons that could have been heavier than what they were most likely using.

Turning his head slightly, he could also make out the tones that were being used every time an over-exertion of breath was taken. Both belonged to men, he concluded. They were no more than around the age of eighteen with the depth of the audible tone. Atsu stood slowly, finally convinced that it was time to approach...and possibly slaughter..those dumb enough to have made their way into his "territory". He could not use that as a literal reason, of course..for the place did not belong to him. It was simply mother nature at her best, providing isolation for those who wished to train and better themselves in the art of focus and determination. Somewhat making the task of training easier, Atsuhiro could remain here without interruption; apparently, the unwanted visitors had no idea that he would object to them joining him...let alone knowing that he was there.

As he stepped into the clearing, the sight of both of the young men came into view. They wore nothing fancy...baggy black pants on both, white shirts adorning their abdomens. Atsuhiro did not pay too much attention to detail here: This was not a combat situation. Outside of that aspect, Atsuhiro went against judging men by all means. If not for some type of analyzation and understanding of his opponent, he preferred to simply leave the advanced details to the wind. Needless to say, such decisions would not prove wise for any man who easily let his guard down. Obviously, this was not the case for Atsuhiro. "Sharingan!" he stated. Closing his eyes for only a moment, the eyes snapped open again. He could feel the insatiable desire for strength coming upon him, which was perhaps why he had managed to advance a stage further...

Two tomo rested in his gaze now. The crimson spilled forth as he glared down into the vicinity of his soon-to-be opponents, analyzing and taking in every one of their movements. It was almost as if he could predict their movements, effectively rendering each one useless by the time his own actions would come into fruition. Drawing his katana, he began to approach them...yet still picking apart and being able to analyze every clash of blade...every foot movement.

"You're getting better!" one of the males stated. The other laughed a bit, the two now dropping their weapons in unison and proceeding to participate in unarmed combat. To have been caught up so deeply in the training and not notice Atsu's arrival, they must have been of a Taijutsu specialist nature; who else would have such a thorough focus on the task at hand, using the physical prowess and agility to overpower one's opponent? Atsuhiro stopped yards away from them, eventually being caught in the peripheral vision of one of the newcomers. The other had almost connected what looked to be a haymaker to the face, though stopping action and staring at the Genin as well.

"Who's that, Tetsuya?" one voice gave. "So...Tetsuya. Atsu thought. Easy enough to remember, the Genin hadn't even had to ask a single question before half of his inquiries were already concluded. If only the other would have been so foolish as to have dropped a name without thinking closely about who would hear it. Suppressing a laugh was hard as his wish was granted. "Don't be rude, Kamui." the man named Tetsuya replied. Both seemed to clutch their weapons, keeping them at the ready as they stared into the gaze of Atsuhiro's cold and brutal eyes. "I'm sorry about my friend here. He doesn't know when to introduce himself...as a formality, of course." Tetsuya continued. Atsuhiro slowly lifted Apashi, allowing the blade to fall into the scabbard once more before he brought his hands to rest at his sides.

Following suit, the two sheathed their weapons as well. No sense in brandishing a weapon when the opponent had surrendered his in confidence, was there? "Foolish move..but I'll play your game for now." the Genin thought. The facade of being sociable now plastered against his true persona, he was willing to converse until emotionally influenced to do otherwise. "I see. My name is Atsuhiro." he gave. "Ah, well then! Nice to meet you! My name is--" Kamui began. "Tetsuya and Kamui." Atsu finished for them. The two looked at each other and laughed lightly, random movements of arm and body implying that they had inwardly kicked themselves for not realizing that he, indeed, had caught wind of their names.

The entire time, the Sharingan was easily still manipulating the sight of the user to read and predict the movements of the fighters. From the way they stepped from point to point, down to the very detail of how they curled and let loose their fingers, Atsu could write page after page in detail of how their actions played out. Some of them were more habitual than the other, but this was too great a detail for Atsu to even elaborate on. He could certainly use these two as guinea pigs for his training...a repeat of the "Kyouken and Aya" incident causing a glint of hatred to cross his features. Were the naivities of these men the same as Kyouken's? If he hoped to have fun, Atsuhiro sure didn't hope so...