Like Riding a Bike [Training]
Apr 8, 2015 13:17:19 GMT -7
Post by Lexi on Apr 8, 2015 13:17:19 GMT -7
The Stance
Rank: "E"
Skill: TaiJutsu/Supplementary
Effect: Stance is a crucial part of using any weapon. This is the basic stance technique.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Begin with the feet in a 90° comfortably separated at about half a shoulder's width apart. Center the weight on the rear leg. When throwing the user shifts their weight to the front. This causes the hips and shoulders to twist into the throw forcing the body's power into the throwing arm. After the throw is complete recover by returning to the original stance to ready the next throw.
Limit: Must be a Throwing Specialist.
Rank: "E"
Skill: TaiJutsu/Supplementary
Effect: Stance is a crucial part of using any weapon. This is the basic stance technique.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Begin with the feet in a 90° comfortably separated at about half a shoulder's width apart. Center the weight on the rear leg. When throwing the user shifts their weight to the front. This causes the hips and shoulders to twist into the throw forcing the body's power into the throwing arm. After the throw is complete recover by returning to the original stance to ready the next throw.
Limit: Must be a Throwing Specialist.
[The Stance] 0/5
The academy was a complicated place. Between teaching kids to kill people twice their size, figure out when people are in their heads and use chakra to turn into anything they wanted, it was easy to let one or two slip by without the basics.
Ranako knew that between the Tateesha that grew in the forest, and the renown her own condition had been getting her, lately, it was only a matter of time before someone tried to ransack the place. It would be best to know how to aim.
She stood in one of the shack's two rooms, with a dart in her hand, nine more in her skirt pocket. Mould grew on the wooden walls, and there was a slightly sweet smell permeating the home. Furniture was sparse, with a rickety chair in one corner, a table in another, and several shelves, boxes and baskets filled with trinkets, tools and cooking utensils.
The little mark she'd etched on the wall seemed small and far away, not comparable to a human at all. She tried to aim: standing sideways, right foot in front of the left, she held the dart level with her eyes; picturing it was another shinobi, a monster, an enemy, but her head could conjure nothing. Maybe, maybe, if I had some incentive, I could make the shot. Incentive. .. yeah.
She had an idea.
Ten minutes and five oil crayons later, she had a crudely-drawn image of her old teacher tacked onto the wall with a rusty nail, right over the mark; her new target. Whatever dull clothes he had worn back at school escaped her, so Ran had sketched on an eye-catchingly bright, flamingo-pink jacket with a fuzzy collar, instead.
Again, she stepped back, imagining a line on the floor that would be her point of reference. She stood sideways, adjusting her legs so the area between them was rectangular to the imaginary line. Weight on her back leg, she held the dart up to her eyes and staring intently at the bright pink target and grinned.
The dart flew out of her hand, whizzing to the crayon picture, embedding itself a good three inches next to Takahashi-sensei's smiling maw. Ran bristled. "I was distracted, distracted. You know?"
Taking one more dart out of her pocket, she assumed the position once again- sideways, feet triangular to the imaginary line, dart at eye level. That was when she realised- it felt off. Wrong. Unbalanced. She settled back into an even position and stared evenly at the drawing.
What was it they'd said at school? Front, or back leg? ...Back leg? Slowly, cautiously, like a trap would go off if she moved too quickly, she settled onto the leg furthest from the wall and rocked herself forward, resting her weight on the front leg. Her left kept balance, nearly vertical and just barely on the floor. With her weight centered forward, she aimed her throw at his eye. It landed in right below his nose. A victorious thrill went through her. Without pause, she grabbed another from her skirt and let it fly. It missed his cheek by an inch. Not perfect, but better, and her stance felt natural.
From there, kunai were easy pickins. Frontwards instead of sideways, and the legs were farther apart, but the principal was the same. She plucked some kunai out of a chest on the floor and chucked a couple, trying variations in her stance. 45 degrees apart, 90, lean forward, lean back, until it was just as comfortable. She chucked them at the drawing- two in his coat.
Satisfied, Ran walked up to the picture and patted it appreciatively on the chest. "Thanks, Teacher Sir."