Guren vs Takai (private)

[takai]

NFRP battle rules apply
Takai starts intro

A school of piranhas peacefully swam through the ocean nearby an abandoned village, searching for the body of the next competitor to be hurled off the boarding docks. None of the fishermen around the village ever dared to sail their boat across the intoxicated waters because the wild animals were savages. A large amount of shattered pieces of glass could be spotted around the outside of the houses from the small group of shinobi initiating a riot. The vigilantes had pledged to never be used as pawns again, commencing their escape plan and altering the peaceful town into a hostile zone. The doors to the entrance of each of these buildings were sliding glass doors and most of the shelters contained unwrapped fishing hooks with blood smeared on the tips of them.

The entrance sign was engraved with a traditional Land of Earth symbol to represent the nation that provided them with food, electric, and furniture. All of the yards of the houses were covered with blossomed roses and the scent of dead fish heavily lingered in the atmosphere. Far away from the location, a small child rested inside of a cave to restore his chakra by positioning his left hand to his chest, meditating with his eyes closed. The light of the lamps attached to the cavern brightened the area, interrupting the long slumber of the bats. Takai's ears twitched as the boy heard the sound of the creatures flying away from their home to search for a better environment with a stronger condition to nurture their children in.

"I can't stay here for long. Today, I have a match with an unknown shinobi," said Takai, directing his comment to the bird because of him being unsociable to others because his main focus was to release his father from the cruel sentence that the judge decided to punish him with. Straying away from the place, The boy rushed towards the abandoned town with his feet creating large gaps to shorten the distance away from the location of the match. The referee awaited the arrival of Takai as he slowly chewed on the plastic toothpick between his teeth. "Late as usual," stated the referee, opening the door for the contestant to enter the old entertainment building of the town. The dome-shaped arena was two hundred meters in radius and surrounded by enormous walls that repel chakra and contained no water source.

The past shinobi of the arena mainly were Doton users because of the town being located in the outskirts of the Land of Earth. Standing at the opposite end of the entrance, Takai gazed at the door with his hand grasping on his scythe to warm up for the battle. He had recently signed up for a chance to earn respect and expected for his opponent to be formidable; The offer from the daimyo was unknown. The clothing of the boy consisted of a black shirt covered in black bird feathers which were a special shirt given from his father and dark black pants. Over his dark, and gothic outfit was a white and blue cloak which contained 100 marbles, 5 kunais, and 30 darts. Anyone could notice that the boy was prepared for a fight by first glance because his cherry painted red hair was tied up in a ponytail.

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Equipment and Weapons
Kunai (Overview)

Rank: "C" Rank

Type: Secondary, 2 per Slot, Piercing/Slashing, Knife

Effect: A kunai is a tool derived from the masonry trowel.

Special: ---

Drawback: ---

Description: A Light Weapon. These weapons do +4 Amour Points of Damage. The Range Increment of this weapon is 5 meters. A kunai has a blade that is about less than 1 foot in length. The user gains a +10 bonus on Sleight of Hand Skill to conceal a knife on their body.

Limit: These items may be bought inside any Weapon Shop.

Cost: 1,000 Ryo per Slot, or 500 Ryo Each.



Marbles (Small) (Overview)

Rank: "B" Rank

Type: Secondary, 50 per Slot, Bludgeoning, Ball

Effect: A small ball of colored glass or similar material used as a toy.

Special: ---

Drawback: ---

Description: A Light Weapon. These weapons do +2 Amour Points of Damage. The Range Increment of this weapon is 10 meters. Sphere weapons. Normally made from glass however they could be made out of harder materials such as steel. Commonly used as a toy, but also useful for checking slopes, or as a nondamaging alternative to caltrops. One Slot covers a 2 meter square area. Creatures moving through or fighting in the area could fall and remain prone for the rest of the round. Normally 1 inch (2.54 cm) in diameter.

Limit: These items may be bought inside any Weapon Shop.

Cost: 5,000 Ryo per Slot, or 100 Ryo Each.



Darts (Overview)

Rank: "C" Rank

Type: Secondary, 15 per Slot, Piercing, Darts

Effect: A small, slender missile that is pointed at one end and usually feathered at the other

Special: ---

Drawback: ---

Description: A Light Weapon. These weapons do +4 Amour Points of Damage. The Range Increment of this weapon is 10 meters. Darts are missile weapons designed to fly such that a sharp, often weighted point will strike first. They can be distinguished from Javelins by fletching, and their size as they are much shorter and more flexible.

Limit: These items may be bought inside any Weapon Shop.

Cost: 1,500 Ryo per Slot, or 100 Ryo Each.


Scythe (Overview)

Rank: "C"

Type: Main, Piercing/Slashing, Scythe

Effect: A large tool used for cutting crops such as grass or wheat, with a long curved blade at the end of a pole attached.

Special: ---

Drawback: ---

Description: A Two-Handed Weapon. These weapons do +8 Amour Points of Damage. A scythe constructed for fighting (as opposed to a standard harvesting scythe) has had its blade transformed so that it extends upright from the staff, and is used much like a halberd. However this does not mean that the more traditional kinds of Scythes cannot be used for combat. Scythes are normally longer than 1.2 m (1 to 4 feet). If the user learns Wield Oversized Weapon the user is able to wield the weapon 1-handed.

Limit: These items may be bought inside any Weapon Shop.

Cost: 8,000 Ryo

[Dr. Neuro, RN]

F

reedom. Most humans seem to take such a word for granted, for they know not what it means to live without such a prerogative. For one to be free they must live without opposition. To be free means to live without obligation. To truly be free means that you are able to go where you please, whenever you please, and do as you please. In a world shinobi, where war is only a stones throw away. A world that training oneself to become proficient at striking down a foe reigns supreme. A world where the strong decide what is righteous, a world where the strong decide what justice is; freedom simply does not exist.

An ideal such as freedom often is seen as trivial and that it goes against what is referred to as the common good of the people. Obligations to pay taxes so that we can send people off to war. Obligations to do back breaking work just so one can have basic accommodations such as food and heat. And to think that such a thing is wrong is to become opposition of what the masses of mindless drones around you think.

In such a town, freedom surely did not exist. A place quarantined and labeled a hostile zone. Many people, both shinobi and citizen, come to this derelict town simply to live out what they believe to be true freedom. To no longer live in the shadow of their superiors and used to help progress those that step on the lower echelons of society. In doing so, they simply became barbaric. With no true authority, it was inevitable that this place would become a hostile. With their freedom, these people started using combat as a way of entertainment. And getting rid of the bodies in again, a barbaric fashion by tossing it into a body of water filled with dangerous sea cretins. These neanderthals actually thought that this way of society was better than carrying out orders to superiors in a civilized setting.

On the outskirts of such an uncivil place a lone figure slowly made its way along the grassy hills of the land of Tsuchi-no-Kuni. The sun was slowly fading into the abyss, darkness slowly creeping over the lands and the town that was now in the figure's sight. The one thing that stood out to the figure was the large rocky hill in what seemed to be the center of the town. On that rock formation was a large manner, seemingly looking over the city. This wasn't the location he was headed for, but it would surely become a place of interest to him. For such a place to even think to boast freedom and have someone live above everyone else was just despicable.

After slowing continuing its trek, the figure finally made it to the edge of the town. From there it's journey wasn't much further. The building where the arena resided was in the center of the town and not much further from where the figure was. Slowly in continued forward. The few humans that caught site of the figure were astounded to see that it didn't seem to have much of a human shape. The head was the way it was supposed to be but the body just looked like a mass with no distinctive form. People avoided the figure, realizing that it had to be a combatant. Especially seeing the direction that it was taking. There was no other reason for this being to come to this forsaken town.

Finally arriving at the combat arena, the figure made its way through the glass doors and its form was finally revealed. The figure had long black hair, tied up in a top knot esque hairstyle. It was a bit personalized in the fact that the hair wasn't in what would normally be a bun. The figure's hair fell to the mid of its back. The figure at this point was revealed to be a man. The body that looked like a dark mass in the dark night was nothing more than a cloak, worn like a cape over the shoulders with no logical way of staying their. Within the opening his clothing can be seen.

A purple kimono with a variation of cross stick design that has the appearance of five leaf flowers on fire in a lighter shade of purple. A pair of grey hakama that seem to have a bright shade of purple even though they don't. A white sash wrapped around his waist twice, two katana resting against his left hip. white socks that go up into his hakama and a pair of black zori. Around his head a headband with the symbol of Kusagakure. The fabric of the headband white in color and is as long as his hair, falling to the mid of his back. The man's face showing a soft smile, making him almost look weak when shown on his delicate features. Though his eyes showed an intensity that did not fit the features and smile he wore.

Though it was hidden beneath the cloak, the man's hands had seals permanently placed on them. These seals would allow him to summon weapons that he placed the seals on for convenience. With this, the man would never go without a weapon. Which was good for someone who was obviously a swordsman. Hidden within the mans cloak were ten slots of kunai and five slots worth of shuriken. Of course these were hidden under the cloak which was meant to conceal his entire body. The man then closed his cloak that was worn like a cape, making it look more like a robe without a hood. Although the white cloak did have a collar on it was half of his neck in height.

The man was shown to the room where he was to face an opposing shinobi. The swordsman had no information on his opponent, which really made no difference. This person was only the first of many opponents in his path. The man simply held on to his smile and looked into the ginger-ale esque green eyes of the young shinobi. He immediately took note of the young age of the shinobi. His age not deterring the swordsman one bit from wanting to fight. He really enjoyed the challenge of combat and would not show an ounce of compassion or mercy. This child was three centimeters taller than he was. The swordsman felt no need to introduce himself, which could have been a result of his Schizoid personality disorder, which made him a bit anti-social.

No actions were made, he simply waited.

[takai]

The matters of problems revolving from the crisis this adbandoned forsaken town had yet to come. Silence. A treasured palace for the ears that governed peace and left civilians bowing before the shinobi which protected it. But, they had spoke in the land that a rebel was most likely to sore through the land. Freedom in this land didn't prevail because of jail inmates shattering dreams and making a rid of goals for anyone that seek a place to roam . The orgins of reign were captured and adbandoned by it's foes that became supreme mighty warriors. But, it was proclamied that only three were left. It was a world where the strong and weak argued for countless of days to learn who ruled as king. Shinobi that trekked the land had hid, slept in, and killed in the burrows of a land that had people known as sharks. For kids who beloved freedom, the land was a fun place when secret adventures was bestowed upon the place. But, other than the time being, parents vowed to never let there children rebuttal upon the land.

With the land of little value of freedom, No one had knew who passed by these land during this time. Long time ago, duties and commitments of this land were to kill for shinobi military purposes on this land and keep other villages ceased of passing their power. Taxes rose late in this period, sending kids to war of finding their fathers. But, without them they were left with jobs of of playful fun killing and stealing from stores. It was like holy massacre that plagued the lands of years of terror.

The orders were fairly never strict in this Barbarian town that turned into a hostile environment with few rules to hover around the land. Tournaments were on the spark of merging with these type of breed of shinobi and warriors if the doubts were to send these beast they nicknamed adbandoned humans of this land. It was farther tunnels of caves in these places that had said to have a man buried inside with his grave name written "Takai's father" engraved on the burial stone. Kids viewed this site as a glorified site because the man was known to be a reaper of Tsuchi no Kuni; His son rumored to be the next murdered that set foot in their giant pile of case crimes logged on the man. His armor always had a black hoodie sheathed with a scythe that was doomed for blood. "The black crow" It was the last signs written on the stone figured site that had a abyss which was from history of a famous killer.

Gazing at the eyes of his opponenet, a feather on his dark animal suit fell onto the ground as he dashed towards his combatant. No words spoke out of the mouth of the kid because his compassion and mercy rating was held low for anyone. With finding his father murdered at the end of a cave, he screamed a war cry as he gripped his scythe with ferocious might and launched a attack at him that aimed to chop off his neck. The move was a swift and moved at the speed of a kid who was drenched in bloodshed of a few kids from before his arrival of entering the stage. His eyes were fierce and marked with scars that led more speed increase to that fuel of his heart rate. He didn't yet know if this was the killer of his father. If the strike would miss, the kid attempt would make him throw another succession of three more strikes for his torso.