Atsuhiro's Training
Oct 12, 2007 20:45:55 GMT -7
Post by Umehara on Oct 12, 2007 20:45:55 GMT -7
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Atsuhiro swiftly moved inward this time, bringing the right hand forward and attempting to smash his clone's temple with the powerful attack. Appendage stretched to its full extent, he was only denied as it skillfully bent its legs and performed his trademark pirouette maneuver to the outside range of the strike. "Impressive!" Atsuhiro managed. A devious smirk now caressing their features for only moments, the two seemed to be in a dance..caught in a whirlwind of attack, the arms and legs utilized for multiple purposes. It was as if he were facing off against himself, prone to shy away from the norm just to catch the would-be attacker off guard. Was the thought of his variable functions allowing him to comprehend more easily? Perhaps...but for now, he would play all by ear.
The Kage of Sand finally ducked below a well-aimed knee for the waist, lunging forward with an outstretched arm to take out the only grounded leg that his shadow clone possessed. Success: It toppled over, landing on its side and clutching the leg whilst biting his lower lip. A few grunts escaped the mouth, before it vanished in a cloud of smoke altogether. The Uchiha stood his ground in light of this, and used a single hand to wipe the perspiration from his forehead. A single bead of sweat threatened to run down the right cheek, disappearing as it fell from the jaw...he had been fighting strenuously...and the chakra loss was irregular for a man of his stature. There were many who would have failed to create these clones more than twice in a day...but this particular fellow was more stubborn than any shinobi could have hoped to fathom. The Iron Fist stance was resumed, the Kage now summoning two to do battle with him upon those very grounds.
So had it been..the two clones approached from the sidelines, carrying the perfect replica of Apashi in either hand. Most effectively it would prove to be in the right hand, clutched tightly and turned upside down to perform even more cadaverous attacks to their Kage should he have not been on his toes the entire match. A small distribution of chakra was forced to keep him at the efficiency that he possessed...but the Uchiha, along with every other ninja, had their limits. His limbs were feeling heavy to him..and he wished that it was nothing more than a genjutsu. Apparently, finding himself dabbling in the problems of the sand village had not left him much time to sleep..and he would pay for it dearly with the training of the Kage Bunshin No Jutsu.
Atsu was bombarded with a flurry of slashes in the initial dash of his now twin opponents, each one tearing small cracks in the ground as he jumped away from their brutal onslaught. There was no choice but to unsheathe Apashi..and that, he would do. The "dragon's tooth" screamed across the air as he brought his thoughts to fruition, easily beginning to parry the weapons that his clones were swinging so blindly at him. Apparently, there was a flaw with these as well: Atsuhiro was nothing short of skeptic when it came to all out brute force, but he would never attack an opponent in such a blind manner. Such would be the conclusion to a person's life..and they'd regret their movements while laying in a casket, uncared for and remembered for idiocy in the midst of combat. As he thought upon these things, Atsuhiro was able to knock both blades from his opponents and render them without the ability to defend against his now superior reach. The swords now jutting forth from the ground in opposite directions, the stand off would be most interesting if they were to attempt to claim their weapons..
"Touche.." he mocked.
Atsuhiro swiftly moved inward this time, bringing the right hand forward and attempting to smash his clone's temple with the powerful attack. Appendage stretched to its full extent, he was only denied as it skillfully bent its legs and performed his trademark pirouette maneuver to the outside range of the strike. "Impressive!" Atsuhiro managed. A devious smirk now caressing their features for only moments, the two seemed to be in a dance..caught in a whirlwind of attack, the arms and legs utilized for multiple purposes. It was as if he were facing off against himself, prone to shy away from the norm just to catch the would-be attacker off guard. Was the thought of his variable functions allowing him to comprehend more easily? Perhaps...but for now, he would play all by ear.
The Kage of Sand finally ducked below a well-aimed knee for the waist, lunging forward with an outstretched arm to take out the only grounded leg that his shadow clone possessed. Success: It toppled over, landing on its side and clutching the leg whilst biting his lower lip. A few grunts escaped the mouth, before it vanished in a cloud of smoke altogether. The Uchiha stood his ground in light of this, and used a single hand to wipe the perspiration from his forehead. A single bead of sweat threatened to run down the right cheek, disappearing as it fell from the jaw...he had been fighting strenuously...and the chakra loss was irregular for a man of his stature. There were many who would have failed to create these clones more than twice in a day...but this particular fellow was more stubborn than any shinobi could have hoped to fathom. The Iron Fist stance was resumed, the Kage now summoning two to do battle with him upon those very grounds.
So had it been..the two clones approached from the sidelines, carrying the perfect replica of Apashi in either hand. Most effectively it would prove to be in the right hand, clutched tightly and turned upside down to perform even more cadaverous attacks to their Kage should he have not been on his toes the entire match. A small distribution of chakra was forced to keep him at the efficiency that he possessed...but the Uchiha, along with every other ninja, had their limits. His limbs were feeling heavy to him..and he wished that it was nothing more than a genjutsu. Apparently, finding himself dabbling in the problems of the sand village had not left him much time to sleep..and he would pay for it dearly with the training of the Kage Bunshin No Jutsu.
Atsu was bombarded with a flurry of slashes in the initial dash of his now twin opponents, each one tearing small cracks in the ground as he jumped away from their brutal onslaught. There was no choice but to unsheathe Apashi..and that, he would do. The "dragon's tooth" screamed across the air as he brought his thoughts to fruition, easily beginning to parry the weapons that his clones were swinging so blindly at him. Apparently, there was a flaw with these as well: Atsuhiro was nothing short of skeptic when it came to all out brute force, but he would never attack an opponent in such a blind manner. Such would be the conclusion to a person's life..and they'd regret their movements while laying in a casket, uncared for and remembered for idiocy in the midst of combat. As he thought upon these things, Atsuhiro was able to knock both blades from his opponents and render them without the ability to defend against his now superior reach. The swords now jutting forth from the ground in opposite directions, the stand off would be most interesting if they were to attempt to claim their weapons..
"Touche.." he mocked.