The Blades of Grass Tickle My Nose {Training}

[The Care Bear!!]

Bukase was in these familiar fields again, a place he hadn't seen in years. Well, aside from the time he was dragged back to the village, literally, by Lash, kicking and screaming incoherent nonsense; mixed in also were a few sentences of propaganda from the Great Squirrel. He had spent his time since getting back getting un-brainwashed, since he had felt the need to scamper about in trees and munch on nuts. That ordeal was over, now, and at least he knew he hadn't missed much of an opportunity to train; he was in combat almost constantly before the eventual destruction of the squirrel cult left him to wander, fortunately, into Lash. That combat allowed him to master the mechanics of his bloodlimit; unfortunately, he didn't have much time to learn anything else. That was what he planned on doing now. He felt he could use a partner, though...

Bukase took out a kunai, making a small cut on his forefinger, and put his hand on the ground after making his handseals. "Kuchiyose no Jutsu." With a puff of smoke, his mirror appeared, as bright and glamorous as it had been the first day, seven years ago, that it had been summoned. After all the time he had been using it, though, the chakra drain no longer disturbed him. The next technique, though, was always a hard one to handle. He began his next set of handseals, Rat, Tiger, Horse, Ram, Goat, and Tiger, and began focusing on the mirror. He merely muttered the name of this jutsu, the Kagame no Jibun, and watched as his reflection in the mirror began to move on its own, stepping out directly in front of the original, everything exactly matching. Both pairs of eyes were blank and slightly glazed over; their facial hair looked appropriately ragged for the hair they both wore, as Bukase had a problem stepping close enough to any razors. Lightning struck a ways behind the two, reflected in the mirror, and the two nodded at each other, the copy walking out past the original. He took the original's wakizashi with him, distributing all four in equal spaces between the two. They would be working on that which was very common around the land of thunder, that which had struck behind them only a moment ago, and the wakizashi were to serve as grounding points as the techniques clashed. Bukase was planning for a long day of training, and this was just the beginning.

Learning:

Raiton - Raikyuu (Lightning Ball)
Skill: Ninjutsu
Rank: D Rank
Description: Raikyuu is a ninjutsu technique that utilizes the Lightning Element. By concentrating chakra into the palm of their hand, the user can hurl a sphere of lightning towards an opponent.

The chuunin and his copy stared at one another, then began making identical movements. They both made handseals and raised their palms to face the other, and began forming chakra in them. At first a few sparks were all that manifested, but eventually some electricity, though only a small amount, stayed there. Once they both had a small amount, they made thrusting motions at one another. The electricity leapt from each hand, however they quickly spiraled down and grounded at the first wakizashi that they got to. Undaunted, Bukase tried again. Chakra was molded in both his and his copy's hands and fused with electricity. A larger charge held this time and was thrown out, except this time the charge unraveled and ended up sparking at each wakizashi. The two charges also missed each other, landing a sizable shock on both Bukase and his copy.

He sighed, looking at his copy, his eyes shifting between the cold stare he had held since the beginning and the bright, spacey look that was his norm. "Might as well have a little fun with this, eh, copycat?" A grasshopper chirped somewhere nearby, another lightning strike hit a couple miles away to the left of his copy, which slowly nodded. Each Bukase then stood on the closest of the protruding wakizashi hilts. Chakra formed in both hands of the real and copy this time, a charge coming to each of them, all approximately the same. They simultaneously threw one of the charges at the opposing body and leapt up toward one another, the charges staying intact for about three feet before coming apart and singeing a few blades of grass. Bukase and his replica met in the air, both hefting their other creation. The charged struck each other at close range resulting in a slight explosion, knocking the two back. After simultaneous flips, they both made more handseals, finishing just in time for them to rebound off the wakizashi hilts at an angle to the side. The spheres of lightning came to them faster this time, and when the two were in a line perpendicular to the line of wakizashis, they released the orbs. The distance they traveled was shorter than at the beginning, and only had started to unravel by the time they made contact with each other. The result was a sporadic burst of electricity, most of which shot down into the wakizashi below them.

Bukase stared at his replica again. The wind was blowing smoothly, as his hair told him. A grasshopper had leapt from a few inches away shortly before he landed and was now beginning to chirp again. The wind smelled faintly of rain, of a thunderstorm, and the grass seemed to enjoy it as much as him. The blades danced ever so softly, and he felt the urge to join them. He kneeled down, making his handseals, his replica copying of course, though he was still standing, the blank stare having not melted from the artificial face. The copy even took about tend steps back as the spheres of lightning formed in their hands, stronger than they had been even the last time. The sound they made was a light crackle, and a mild tingly feeling was on his hand. On his other was the feel of the swaying grass, and a ladybug; it had crawled up on its own accord. The copy threw his sphere first, Bukase still partially lost in his own world, but the cold look snapped back and his copy's action was quickly returned with barely a glance to aim. The two met once again above a wakizashi, both in pretty good shape, and resulted in a small bolt of lightning, causing a mild crack of thunder.

0/10

[lash]

8/10

[The Care Bear!!]

"We are almost there. Let us reset the training field."

Both Bukase and his replica walked up to the wakizashis and picked two up, then walked away from each other perpendicular to the mirror, still gleaming. At five paces, they each dropped a wakizashi into the ground, then planted the last one after ten more paces. They both stood a little ways from the last weapon they put into the ground, making their handseals and holding a sphere of lightning in the ready. They focused on each other, on their sphere, on each other's shpere, then finally on where the sphere would be going. With a snap, they were thrown in a collision course directly over the wakizashi, colliding exactly in the place they had met before pacing it out. A sporadic explosion came from the collision, lightning leaping everywhere and singeing some of the surrounding grass.

"Hmm... Ten paces should be good for now." Without turning their backs, the two Bukases took ten steps away from each other, and performed the handseals. More effort on tightening the spheres of lightning could be seen on both their faces, in the form of a slightly graver look in their eyes. The spheres once again lept from their hands at the same time and collided in the same place. Once again, the sporadic explosion was seen, singeing more grass. "Still unstable.... Once again." Handseals flew again, closely followed by the balls of lightning. This time, the reaction of the two meeting was less sporadic; it seemed to point more toward opposite ends.

The man and his copy took ten more steps back, preparing the attack once again. The grass was still dancing to the coming storm. The smell of singed grass caught and cut at the nostrils, it kind of itched even. The wind was slightly harsher, the rain slightly more aparent. Thunder rolled, low and drawn out, there was a lightning strike before their last attempt at this skill, and that was the result. Bukase suddenly snapped back to his focused state, finding the sphere his double made already halfway to him, and not decaying at all. He waited a short moment and launched his, the two colliding directly above a wakizashi, a rather significant amount of electricity discharging from the two, forming a fine arc in both directions of the men before tracing back and striking the hilt of the wakizashi.

"Let's take a break, my mirror twin." Bukase's eyes were gleaming and hazy. The grasshoppers were being loud today, and the grasses rather jovial. He sat where he was, his breathing heavier than normal, stroking his hand through the grass around him.

8/10

[lash]

10/10

[The Care Bear!!]

Learning:

Shunshin no Jutsu (Body Flicker Technique)
Type: D-rank, Supplementary
Users: Hatake Kakashi, Gaara, etc.
A high-speed movement technique. It is described as 'appearing with the wind and disappearing like the wind.' It's a very basic jutsu and it appears that most shinobi above Genin-rank know it.
Using chakra to activate the body, the user is able to move from one point to another with extreme speeds. This super-fast movement is almost impossible to see with the naked eye. To a normal person, it would seem as if the user has teleported. The amount of Chakra used depends on the distance and elevation between the user and the destination.

The wind swept through Bukase's hair like it did in the morning, blowing a loose piece of grass from it. He remembered then something Ryoka told him at that time, when he visited the dojo about his taijutsu training.


"Bukase, before you can advance in the Wakizashi Kagame training style, you must first learn a technique called Shunshin no Justu. As it stands, you should be able to learn this technique in almost no time. Before you go out for training, I'll show you the basics." Without another word, Ryoka seemed to disappear from where he stood in front of Bukase, and appear behind him. "The technique is based on rapid movement. It is nothing more than moving really fast. Focus your chakra to speed up your movements, then go."


Bukase stood up quickly from where he sat, and looked at the oncoming storm. His replica was still standing there, looking blankly into the storm as well. He began to focus the chakra in his legs into the muscles, working it in to begin the technique. He nodded to himself when he felt there was enough worked in, and set his destination behind his double. He took off, but promptly found himself laying flat on the ground, looking at a partly cloudy sky. He picked himself up, the wind blowing off a few pieces of grass, and thought for a moment about what had happened. He nodded to himself after the moment, and began again.

He worked his chakra into his legs again, but didn't stop there. He did the same thing to all the muscles in his body, feeling a rush of energy sweep about him, already feeling the speed of the technique. He set his sights behind his replica again and took off. He saw the world blur about him, unable to actually lock his eyes on anything. The technique wore out only a split second later, and he found himself tumbling on the ground, having overshot his target place by about twice the distance he should have traveled.

Undaunted, he got back up, channeling his chakra throughout his body again, only this time he focused less if it in. He took aim once again, behind his still blankly staring replica, and set off. Once again, everything blurred, but it was gone faster this time. He skidded to a stop, stumbling a bit from the momentum he had built up, and found himself about ten feet shy of his double.

"Bukase, you have to stop at the place you wish to be before the technique fades." Bukase blinked and turned toward where he heard the voice to be met with the face of Hitogoroshi Ryoka, only inches away. "Had I been as clumsy as you, we'd both be tumbling right now. Now get back."

Bukase didn't need to be explained what was going to happen next; he had been through it enough times already. He focused his chakra once again, seeing out of the corner of his eyes Ryoka beginning to draw his wakizashi. It all seemed to be in slow motion, like the first time his gut was smashed in with the hilt of that very weapon. He pushed back with his legs, feeling himself leap far, much farther than he expected, and landed, stumbling slightly and stepping back to keep his balance.

"Better. But not good enough." Bukase was already preparing for his next movement; Ryoka's teaching style had left him writhing on the ground many times before, and he knew the man wouldn't stop until either he was on the ground again, or had mastered the technique he was working on. He stepped to the side, activating the technique to launch himself toward where he originally stood, and managed to stop there almost perfectly. He smiled and turned to where he was, expecting to see his sensei, but only saw a shift in the grass where he once stood. A split second later, a hilt was in his abdomen, and his knees were buckled. As the hilt was withdrawn, he hunched over and fell to one knee, starting to catch his breath.

"Come on, Bukase. You can do better than that."

0/10

[lash]

6/10

[The Care Bear!!]

It was a game Ryoka liked to play. It tested the endurance of his pupil while also giving him a bit of sadistic pleasure at watching them approach their physical limit. Bukase was determined to win, every time this situation came to him, even though there really was no way he could. He had recovered himself though in the few seconds his sensei stood over him chuckling. He was acting his fatigue and pain; Ryoka was cold, he occasionally had to be stopped in the dojo by the other senior members of the clan to keep from killing the people he was teaching. He normally would only be near the new students once before they Started their B rank training, and that is the time they come of age, where he is fully allowed to beat them to an inch of their lives if they could not stand against his comparatively slow movements. Even now, he was holding back on Bukase.

Chakra was swiftly molded, as subtly as he could manage, jumping once again to the side. Bukase didn't quite know where it was going, but he knew it was more important to hold his eyes on his sensei. He just seemed to disappear, and that was his cue to start charging himself. He landed a little more fluently on his feet this time, and pushed himself backward in a flip, just in time to see another hilt strike go right where he was a fraction of a second ago. He landed, skidding, molding his chakra once again. A swift breeze went past him, perpendicular to the natural wind. He needed his weapons, a blow laid upon the hunter by the hunted would probably end this; he was still a teacher, if a sadistic one, and that would say that he was ready for the next phase.

Before using Shunshin again, though, he pushed himself up, letting the remainder of his momentum carry him over his sensei, who was watching him with a smirk. Bukase took off the moment the balls of his feet hit the ground. Everything blurred and he was by his first wakizashi. He quickly pulled it from the ground, holding it backwards, and raised it up in a circular motion, the hilt of his sword intercepting his sensei's. He had positioned himself between him and his other wakizashi.

"Bukase, you must know that the traditional style you should be practicing calls for only one blade. Your father did not advance far because of his insistence of two. You should abandon your second wakizashi if you wish to be more than what you are now."

Bukase did not glorify that with an answer, his blank eyes looking at his sensei for a moment. He worked his chakra into his muscles again. This game of cat and mouse was about to pick up, now that he had a weapon in one. He began runing to his left, and, ad he expected, saw his sensei right next to him, running at his speed, then shifted to be in front of him, holding out his wakizashi hilt for Bukase to hit it. Instead, he jumped, pushing himself up on the hilt, and finally back, doing an elegant flip to reverse his direction. He futilely hoped it would throw Ryoka off balance, enough for him to retrieve his second wakizashi. Instead he met his sensei's hilt, once again in the gut, halfway to his other weapon. He buckled and fell over again, coughing, thanks to the great speed he was caught in the middle of.

(change of perspective, FYI)
"It seems you're starting to get this down. I wonder what else I'll be able to beat into you..." Ryoka chuckled again, but once again saw Bukase take off again. A backwards movement, he was beginning to get predictible. Instead of chasing after him, Ryoka jumped into the air, knowing his pupil would be frantic in finding where he had gone, and probably run in a circle. He saw a few brief flashes here and there, and made sure to check again at the position of Bukase's double, still standing there, with a wakizashi in hand, eyes blank and staring at the oncoming storm. Bukase had developed a zig-zag pattern now, the technique he was taught was draining him from all the activity and the inefficiency at which he was using it. He landed on his feet, laughing. Bukase had coincidentally stopped right where he was. He must think I was following him the entire time... He made a swift movement to hit at his gut once again, which was parried, as he had expected. He rolled his hilt over the hilt of Bukase's wakizashi and held it out to Bukase's right, watching him try to use shunshin only to collide with it. He fell down, looking straight up, blank eyes like that of a doll. Ryoka frowned, "Congratulations," he took a half step forward and turned to a slightly smiling Bukase, with an outstretched wakizashi hilt, "you know how to use one of the most basic of ninja strategies. Maybe you might still surpass your father." His quick glance made him notice that he had that second wakizashi held in his hand. This entire family is hopeless...

6/10

[lash]

4 tp, 10/10, add jutsu to your bio.

[The Care Bear!!]

Learning:

Kamaitachi (Cutting Whirlwind)
Skill: Ninjutsu
Rank: C Rank
Description: The shinobi uses a fan or the correct elemental affinity to blow a concussive wind that is imbued with their Chakra. When the opponent is caught in the wind, a tornado will raise them into the air and hold them with the Chakra. The wind will then begin to cut the target like a sickle.
Limits: Fan Type Weapon or Elemental to Fuuton.

Ryoka nodded to Bukase. "It seems you are ready for your next level of training. Come to the dojo when you are ready; you'll have a lot of training to do."

With that, Ryoka turned to the village and disappeared. Bukase looked at his double and nodded, signaling that he was going to be continuing what he was planning on training before the... interruption. The wind was picking up from the oncoming storm. It seemed to be increasing in force, and the smell was delightful. He could almost feel the grasses through his pants, but the wind would soon be his aid. Both his double and he sheathed their swords and faced each other. "There are no dummies to practice on, my mirror twin, so I hope you don't mind if I use you..." The double nodded, his expression unchanged, and stood calm and static as ever. Bukase began his handseals, his eyes shifting back to their empty stare; it was harder for him to keep focus, he had used a good amount of chakra so far today. He finished the handseals, and swung his hand across, a broad sweeping motion. What came of it was nothing spectacular, though. He was fighting the wind with the technique as it was, and only barely overcame the oncoming gusts.

As with any technique, to master this one he needed repitition. He formed the handseals again and focused on his target, making the sweeping motion again. The wind had died down a bit, and his technique advanced much further. Right as it would have reached his double, though, a massive gust came from behind and knocked it away. From all the running around and molding chakra, Bukase was starting to breathe heavily, but he wasn't about to quit. Looking past his replica, toward the storm, he could see the stronger winds coming through the ripples of the grass. He wanted to best them.

Bukase formed his handseals again, concentrating heavily on molding and forming the chakra, waiting until one of the strong gusts was near. When it reached his double, he released the maneuver, the force ripping the nearest grass up by the roots. The two winds met and and the technique broke through, pulling up grass that whipped around almost erratically as the gust filled the void that was left and continued moving. The attack finally managed to reach its target, picking him up off the ground and causing him to spin a few times rather violently before being dropped to the ground.

0/20

[lash]

OOC: 6 TP, 6/20.

[The Care Bear!!]

Bukase watched as his replica stood back up, grudgingly, from the blow, looking back at him with its blank eyes. Bukase began the necessary handseals, intent on hitting his double again, but before he was done drops of rain began to fall. Grudgingly, he decided that this was no longer the place to practice, and dismissing the double and mirror, began to walk back to the gates. The rain was coming in a deluge, soaking him to the bone, but the grass stood upright still, swaying in the windgusts, dancing in delight for the water they were getting. Lightning filled the air with low rumbles like boulders falling down an inifinitely long cliffside, though no particular end was in sight. It lit the sky up in brilliant flashes, reflecting the chaos that the world around him had fallen into. He remembered some sage advice about walking in a thunderstorm, the wind and rain beating down on the side of his face, that one should avoid flat areas. He was dripping with the product of these clouds he had seen roll in over his day of training, he could feel the water fall off of his fingertips. There wasn't a tree in sight, though he estimated the gates were about a mile. He looked back at the grass, dancing to the rhythm the water and wind made, odd shadows flying about as lightning flew through the sky. Like the grasses, he danced. (OOC: Just wanted to smoothly go to the village)

[The Care Bear!!]

Bukase stepped out from the town gates in the morning, carrying a bag of provisions that would last him until he reached the Hidden Village of Sound. It had only been a few months since he got back from training and the squirrel escapade. It was still early and the grass was damp with dew and the rain that had fallen the day before. The wind was calmer, too, and everything seemed at peace. Insects were jumping, flying, buzzing, and birds were out as well to find their dinners, which was making istelf very apparent in the area. Bukase was so pleased with the image that he decided a little training before he began his journey south. After setting his pack down and asking the bugs around it to keep a close guard over it, he began to think about where he left off. He was standing there, making his handseals and about to send the attack he was learning...

His eyes had landed on a large log, one that conveniently would be able to be used as a target for what he was learning. After a little effort, he had managed to prop it up so it would stand upright. He took about twenty paces away and turned, facing the block of wood. He formed the handseals again, and, imagining that he was facing that gust again, released the jutsu. The wind flew from his hands in a massive shockwave, once again picking up grass, flinging bugs around into awkward acrobatics. The blow hit the log swiftly and with force enough to knock it back, so when it was picked up in a small tornado its rotation was off balanced and was rather unstable. A few chinks of wood came flying off of it like a dull blade had hit it, then it was finally flung out, rolling and skidding about twenty-five feet. Bukase walked to the wood, shifting it back upright and examining it. The strikes were obviously fleeting and lop-sided. He knew what he had to work on. The tornado had to be able to stabilize the target enough so that the second part of the attack can strike cleanly. He took twenty paces back again, turned to face the log, and made the handseals again.

The attack hit the log much more evenly this time, and a less varied tilt was on the log. It spun in the air, raising off the ground, and once again a few chunks of wood bursting from its sides. When the whirlwind subsided, the log once again launched away, this time backward, but it wasn’t as far. When Bukase stood it back up and examined it, he found that the cuts looked more like blunt strikes with a pipe. He took about five paces away, deciding to work solely on that aspect of the move. He began to make this particular element of the attack one blade at a time, sending it at the wood. The first one, upon striking, merely disappeared and left barely a scratch on the log. There were at least a dozen of these marks around the log as well, hinting that this was no odd occurrence. He focused more on the image of what he was trying to make as he moved his chakra to his hands, performing a few handseals and then letting go another blade. The contact and damage was visible this time, but still minimal. This time it was more like a dull axe plade was lazily swung at it.

He focused again on the shape of what was supposed to be cutting in this attack as he made more handseals. They should be sharp, quick, and painful if possible. He released the full attack again, the concussive wind knocking the log back a short ways before pulling it into the air. Its rotation was off; Bukase began manipulating the chakra ever so slightly, trying to set the spin to be perfectly vertical. He overcompensated a few times, setting it to spinning on two axes, but had just managed to get it vertical when the wind dissipated, dropping the log, still spinning, where it was above, setting it a little into the ground. Bukase smiled slightly and tried again. The wind knocked it back and up, setting its rotation tilted again, but he manipulated the charka again ever so subtly to set it spinning on its vertical axis. He then unleashed the sicle-like attacks on it, watching as half a dozen scrapes and a couple true gashed appeared on the log. The attack was released and it fell to the ground roughly, flattening a small area of grass.

Bukase stood it up again and took out his wakizashi, striking the log with it. He marked the gash he made to define it later, and then compared it to the ones the attack made. His was much cleaner and at least twice as deep. He nodded to himself, taking a few paces back, and practiced the sickle blades again that were supposed to be in the whirlwind, two at a time. Each blow knocked off a small bit of wood, honing with each shot. He noticed, though, that one strike was always weaker than the other when they both hit. He started throwing five out at a time, paying attention to which ones made the best cuts and which ones made mere scratches in the log. There was a pattern that correlated to the strength of the attack; the first were always the strongest. He made the handseals for the attack again, moving the log into proper rotation, and released the sickles, making sure to focus on each one evenly. Half a dozen struck the log, making even cuts all over it, and then a dozen more, hitting at different angles to help with mastering control of the technique. The piece of wood hit the ground roughly again, leaving a small indention in the softened dirt. Bukase looked over all the strikes, nodding to himself; they were beginning to be a little cleaner and deeper. One had landed across the cut he made with his wakizashi, and he noted that the sword had made a cut only a little deeper. He returned to his bag and sat down beside it. It was still early; he decided a break was in order before doing anything else. The dew was beginning to dry; the birds were chirping merrily, and a ladybug was resting as well on his pack. With a yawn, he laid on his back, looking to the clouds absently.

6/20

[The Care Bear!!]

6/20
After a short while Bukase got back up from his break, holding an apple core. Normally he would just toss it aside, but he was training, and so he decided to practice with it first. He tossed it as high into the air as he could, making his handseals for Kamaitachi and releasing it toward the remains of the apple. After the wind hit it, the core was in a dozen pieces in under a second. Bukase watched the small rain of apple and applejuice spread across the area, then walked back to the log, setting it up for practice. It was beginning to look a little beat up, and he wondered how long it would take for him to completely deface the block of wood. He made his handseals and pushed out, his chakra leaving his hands and charging the air around him.”Fuuton: Kamaitachi!” With his uttering of the words, the charged air rushed forward with more speed than ever. It was a wind, hard to control, but he at least began it just above the grass. However, as it moved, it spread out gradually and created air currents that whipped about in all directions. Initially, the grass was untouched, but quickly the currents were uprooting even the sturdiest of blades.

The attack was quick; he was about twenty feet away and the attack took a mere second to reach the log, sending a shower of damp, fresh grass in all directions. When the attack struck the log, the sheer force of the wind picked it up, and spinning it on a perpendicular axis, carried it away about ten feet before wrapping around the block of wood. Bukase then altered the air currents ever so subtly, stopping that particular rotation of the log and causing it to spin with the current whirlwind that was surrounding it.

Blades then started coming out of the wind, formed by chakra already in the attack. They whirled around, colliding with the log occasionally, breaking off splinters where they struck. The blades were thin and fast, and fractured wood quickly filled the whirlwind, the splinters occasionally escaping the torrent to fly off in a random direction. Bukase was steadily pumping in chakra to keep the attack going, maintaining the wind, holding the log up, and forming the blades, at times controlling them as best he could to hit specific places at certain angles. The blades struck time and time again, cutting into it at never the same place. All the bark and soft, wet wood was chipping away piece by piece, and since the whirlwind was slowing, the pieces of chipped wood were showering out in all directions. When the log had seemed to be stripped completely of bark, the bottom was specifically targeted. The sickle-like blades began striking it in all directions, taking off occasionally chunks of wood at a time. Even as they became weaker, the blades hit with plenty of force, always knocking off parts of the log.

After about a minute of attacking the bottom, a well-defined point could be seen even as it spun. A moment of relative calm passed before a final push was made. The blades were seen to strike every part of the log again, but with varying strengths. They started off being as strong as the strikes at the bottom, and ended being small and almost insignificant, making scratches in the wood. The product was let down very tenderly, drilling it into the ground about eight inches, and finally settled, the wind calm again. There, standing in the midst of clumps of wood shavings, stood a crude sculpture, one of a squirrel, standing erect and wearing a crown.

[hotoka]

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{20/20}

[The Care Bear!!]

(OOC: for the next while, this thread is going to be set 8-10 years into the past to properly fill in a few plotholes; since Bukase is, in his storyline, ready to do "B" rank training in Wakizashi Kagame fighting style, it would make sense that he knows all the "D" and "C" rank jutsus in the style. My revamping and adding of almost two dozen jutsus total makes this inconsistent.)

Learning:

Name: Amejisutobubi Sukedachi (Amythest Defensive Stance)
Rank: “D”
Skill: Taijutsu
Description: Mostly used when being attacked by more than one opponent. Chakra is imbued into the user’s body to improve movement and speed, allowing the user to evade and deflect most normal attacks with ease. The user is also in constant motion during this time to be a harder target and to better notice any oncoming attack.
Drawbacks: Causes a drain on the user proportional to their overall skill. “D” rank users of the Wakizashi Kagame style normally cannot sustain this stance for more than 10 turns, while “S” rank users can hold the stance almost indefinitely.
Limit: Wakizashi Kagame Style, “D” Rank

Bukase awoke from his normal restful slumber with the smell of breakfast wafting through the door, as he had gotten used to. He had been going to the academy for some time now, and in all his spare time he had been practicing his meditation to keep focus in combat situations. Without that, he could not graduate from the academy; without that, he couldn't even learn his clan's fighting style.

He had been told last night by his father that he should be ready for his first lesson in Wakizashi Kagame. When he sat down to eat, the table was silent; for the clan, especially his family, the first lesson in the style made famous by Hitogoroshi Ryoka was held in reverence as one of the coming of age rituals. The very first lesson was always given by the man, then the student never saw him again until his true coming-of-age ceremony, when he attempts his first summoning of the Kagame no Tenshu. Normal families would be encouraging their child; this family meant to keep as many distractions from their child as possble, for the first lesson could be deadly.

Bukase walked to the Hitogoroshi dojo after his breakfast, tetermined in his mind to make a good impression. As he walked, his eyes flashed from building to building, face to face, and it was difficult for him to so much as remember where he was going. He finally got there, and was ushered into a large room with a few racks of wooden wakizashis. Standing in front of them was Ryoka.

"Welcome, Bukase. I'll spare you words, because I know you'e been waiting some time for this moment. Please, pick your wakizashi." With that, he stepped aside and motioned toward the racks.

There really wasn't anything much difference between the wooden swords; some had merely less dents than others. He remembered seeing his father practice his movements, that he held two swords, and so he picked up a couple in well shape, walking out to the floor without a word and trying to mimick the stance he saw his father use.

"Two swords? Boy, you're crazy. You will not be successful at this style with two wakizashi. Just as crazy as your father..." Ryoka shook his head, grabbing a wakizashi off the rack. "First, you will learn how to stand with this style. This stance is used for every advanced move, and for basic defending against multiple opponents. the way you are standing is close to that, but not exact." Ryoka showed him the stance then. Bukase shifted eer so slightly to get to the proper pose. Ryoka sighed. "No, that's not quite it. Here." Ryoka used his wakizashi to correct Bukase, hitting his feet, knees, elbows and wrists slightly harder than necessary. Bukase didn't flinch; his father told him that was one thing he must never do around Ryoka.

"Ok, that's good. but there's one more thing about this stance. It requires a lot of chakra control, and you need to weave it through your entire body. This is what makes it different from every other style." Bukase nodded, closing his eyes and focusing for a bit. Slowly, he let out his chakra, reinforcing his entire body with it. Instantly he could feel the strain that came along with holding it, but still he opened his eyes and faced Ryoka, uttering simply, "I am ready." This is where the sadistic side of the master was let out.

"Oh? You're ready? I think I'll be the judge of that. We'll start slow." And with that, Ryoka adanced on Bukase making simple, but quick strikes. He knew that Bukase had already known simple blocks, for he played outside all the time with sticks that he found on the ground. Bukase went from parry to parry, moving back and staying perfectly true to the stance he had been positioned in. after a moment of this, Ryoka executed a quick side-step and slammed his wakizashi hard onto Bukase's back, causing him to stumble. "You must be prepared to vary your stance as you see necesary, and to always follow your opponent with your eyes. See what he is doing, know what he is about to do. You must be able to think quickly to avoid attacks, and if you manage that, you can be invincible."

Bukase nodded, turning to face Ryoka again. He grasped the wakizashis tightly, a determined face painted on, his eyes cold and vacant. Ryoka began a string of attacks again, this time slightly faster. Bukase still handled them with little difficulty, but the strain that the stance was putting on him was begninning to be visible. Ryoka tried the move he did before, to see Bukase turn with him this time and block the blow. "Good. Now let's step it up."

Ryoka began to go faster, Bukase beggining to struggle with keeping up. He started adding quick side movements and feints, hitting Bukase with the blows occasionally, but he didn't let up. Bukase was sweating now, moing frantically and almost breaking the basic stance occasionally to keep the piece of wood getting swung at him from making another bruise. Finally, he stepped wrong to block a sideways blow from Ryoka and tripped oer himself, falling over and breaking his concentration. "Come on, boy, I've seen people much younger than you do better with that. Get back up."

By now, Bukase was panting, sweating, obiously a little worn from the events that had really only covered less than five minutes. He got back up though, assuming the stance again, letting his chakra expand in his body, trying to be as efficient as he could. When he opened his eyes, he found Ryoka already coming at him, as fast as when he left off. He began blocking again, spinning with the movements of his opponent and finding the best positions of his weapons by himself. After a while, Ryoka stopped. "Okay, Bukase, those are the basics... Now, you'll be taught to manage two people at once." He nodded, and the adanced student walked to the rack and grabbed a wakizashi, standing next to Ryoka. "Well, let's begin. Bukase, only use one hand."

They both came at Bukase then, though slow at first. Bukase held one hand behind his back, moving his front hand as fast as he could to keep up with both weapons. He got hit a few times, hard enough that bruises would definitely form, but not hard enough to break bones. After another five minutes, Bukase was panting, obiously exhausted, but Ryoka wasn't done yet. "Ok, you can use two now. We'll see how far you can go, then you can take a break. Your training will start where your ability right now leaves off."

Bukase moed his arm out from behind him, but before it was out both of his opponents were charging at the speed Ryoka had used before the other man joined. Bukase was weak already, and barely managed to block nine tenths of the blows at the speed. After a couple moments they sped up, finally reaching Bukase's limit. He blocked about three quarters of the blows first, but slipped after about forty seconds, getting hit a dozen times in a row by each man before they stopped. Bukase fell to the ground, gasping for air and curled partly into a ball, before rolling over on his back. "Well, I must say you're better than the average beginner, but you're also a year older. Take a break, but be back an hour after noon. You'll be drilled to perfect your blocks." With that, he was left alone, both men going to do other things. It took ten minutes for Bukase to even stand again, and he took his time walking back to his house. It was ten o'clock.

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Learning:

Name: Tata Opa-ru (Opal Shield)
Rank: “D”
Skill: Taijutsu
Description: The user spins his wakizashi at high speeds in order to deflect incoming projectiles. Can also be used at close range as an offensive move for advanced users. It is normally used in short bursts, though sustained use is taught and possible.
Drawbacks: While performing this move, the user’s weapon can more easily be knocked out of hand.
Drawback: Must be using Amejisutobubi Sukedachi.
Limit: Wakizashi Kagame Style, “D” Rank

It was several weeks after Bukase's original training. His days had been packed lately, between the academy, meditation, and fighting practice. He spent the majority of the weekends either training on his projectiles or at the dojo, mastering his blocks and sidesteps. Bukase walked to the dojo that day, carrying his two wooden wakizashi, he had been allowed to keep the ones he selected, but saw a small entourage of senior members, each carrying a box a dull metal projectiles of various shapes and sizes. The leader of the group walked toward Bukase when he saw him and held out his hand to tell him to stop. "Today, we're training somewhere else. WE've been told to teach you a new technique." He also handed him a metal wakizashi. "You'll need this."

Bukase followed the group of older people out to an abandoned area of the city. It was designated a training area after being shut down to help shinobi prepare for police missions or raids into towns. Here, all but the eader and Bukase dispersed. They turned to face each other. "This technique is used to deflect projectiles away from you. You set yourself into Amythest, and focus extra chakra into your hand. That'll allow you the control you need to spin your blade fast enough to create a sheild that will keep objects from hitting you." The older boy demonstrated. "You try now. The metal wakizashi is necessary for this exercise, and you should get used to it as soon as possibe anyway."

Bukase fell into his stance holding the metal wakizashi. It was heavier than the wooden ones, and its balance was different. He let his chakra expand into his body, putting more into his hand than the rest. He always felt lighter when he did this, faster too, and with the technique his hand felt even more so. He started spinning the wakizashi in his hand. Under normal circumstances, this was hard -- he had tried to copy his father a fair amount of times while he was practicing -- but now, it seemed almost easy. The blade was still visible as he spun it though, a sign he was spinning too slowly.

"Okay, lets test it out, now." The older boy took out a shuriken from the box. "We'll start slow." The boy threw it at Bukase. He flinched a little, moving the blade to intercept, and the two made contact, sending the shuriken down next to his foot. "You need to speed the rotation, or things could still very easily get through. Try again"

Bukase tried spinning the blade as fast as he could, focusing more chakra into his hands. He finally managed to get it to spin about as fast as the other boy did. "Good. Remember how you did that. You'll mostly be using this in short bursts. Lets try."

He took out a few more shurikens out of his box and looked at Bukase, whos was clearly ready, holding the wakizashi. He threw the two at him and watched as they were deflected at seemingly random angles. "Ok, time for the real training. WE'll stop throwing when you look like you can't keep up. Just keep a look out for things coming and you won't get hurt."

With that, the older boy disappeared with his box. Bukase stayed standing where he was, in his stance, looking around cautionsly. A moment later, the first kunai came at him. He turned to face it, spinning his wakizashi and knocking it down. A second later anothe came from the left, followed by two from the right at different places, all of which he deflected with ease. Four came in rapid succession from the same place then one from an area barely in his line of sight. He deflected the first four, but the fifth almost struck; he managed to block it with the hilt of the sword.

Training like this continued for about 40 minutes. It was really a wonder that someone so inexperienced had lasted this long, and compliments were shouted at him from all angles. He then heard the voice of the leader. "Ok, we're gonna keep a constant stream going at you until can't take any more. These'll be wood, you can use your training wakizashi now."

Bukase nodded to himself and dropped the metal wakizashi, picking up his wooden ones. The shurikens came a moment later, constantly and from all anlges as promised. Bukase was actually exhausted, but he bagan the technique with both of his hands. Deflecting the projectiles was easier this way, yet his chakra drain was much more. His vision was began to blur as he seemed to dance around the street out of sheer exhaustion. He managed to keep blocking the flow of kunai and shuriken for only a couple minutes, not getting touched once, but finally passed out, collapsing flat on his face. A moment later the older boys showed up and began cleaning up.They collected all the practice projectiles, and the leader slung Bukase over his back, carrying him to his house to rest the remainder of the day.

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Learning:

Name: Ryouude no Seigyoku (Arms of Sapphire)
Rank: “C”
Skill: Taijutsu
Description: One of the few fully offensive techniques outside of “A” rank training in the Wakizashi Kagame style, used when the opponent is holding a defensive stance with a one-handed weapon, or has none. The user’s weapon is held backwards and thrust blade first at the opponent’s chest. If the opponent attempts to parry the attack, it is dropped at the last second and the user quickly maneuvers the wakizashi to the outside of the opponent’s arm and uses it to lock his/her wrist in place. The user then makes three quick strikes with their off hand, one to the lower rib cage or kidney, one to the middle to upper rib cage, just below the armpit if possible, and another to the neck, temple, or one of the other places again. As the user releases his/her opponent’s wrist, a side kick will occasionally be added in to distance the two fighters.
Limit: Wakizashi Kagame Style, Rank “C” training

It was a couple of years since Bukase had started his training at the dojo, and he was pretty confident in his abilities to defend from basic attacks. During the monthly school trials and tournaments, he always managed to finish around the top, except the one time he lost focus for a moment and woke up with a large gash on his forehead. He had just finished his initial C-rank training in the Wakizashi Kagame style, and knew today he was going to be learning the first initial techniques that make the heart of the style.

When he turned the corner to the dojo, he saw someone he vaguely recognized from watching the higher-level classes holding a wooden wakizashi. “You must be Bukase. You’re not getting to the dojo unless you can get through me.” He recognized the characteristic defensive stance that he held, and remembered the technique he was taught just yesterday. He took out his training swords, and charged, making sure he would be in a closed stance with his opponent when striking. When he reached his opponent, he thrust out at him with the hilt of the sword. The older student yelled “Wrong!” and did a quick spin, landing a kick on the back of Bukase’s head as he passed. He stumbled and fell, his vision for a moment doubling and fracturing, making specks of black and white dance across his vision, slowly fading back to normal. He stood back up and instinctively fell into a defensive stance, which the other man instantly jumped on. he held his wakizashi backwards, but still thrust it at Bukase’s chest with the blade. Bukase moved his front hand to parry it, but hit only air, quickly noticing that his arm had been locked up. Three quick punches to his body followed, and then were finished with a push kick to knock him back, putting the man between him and the dojo once again.

He holds his blade in the rear hand… but the technique I was shown requires the weapon in the front hand… Bukase charged the man again, doing exactly what he did before, except he stopped his forward movement shortly before the elder, then thrusting with his forward hand. His opponent stepped to the side and struck at his outstretched arm’s elbow with a spear finger. Bukase wanted exactly this, and the moment his opponent committed to the strike, he shifted to the side of him, maneuvering his forward arm around, locking his blade across his opponent’s wrist. He was about to make the first of his strikes when he felt a sharp pain in the hand that was locking the wrist. It was the hilt of his opponent’s wakizashi, and it felt like he had just broken his fingers. He dropped the wakizashi and disengaged, drawing his hand back and setting himself into his defensive stance. The older student chuckled, “The point of the locking is to ensure that your enemy cannot attack or defend while you carry out your strikes. Remember that, and go home. Maybe your mother can put something on those fingers before they bruise and swell.”

Bukase picked up his dropped practice sword and walked away. Instead of going home, though, he went to the hospital, asking a nurse to heal his fingers. Luckily, they weren’t broken, and the medic was able to halt and mostly heal the swelling. She gave him wise advice: rest for the rest of the day. Unfortunately, he was too headstrong, young, and for that matter distracted to really hear the wisdom. In another ten minutes he was standing before the dojo again, in his defensive stance, waiting for the person that was to challenge him today to get back up. “Persistent little bugger…” He stood up, picking up his practice wakizashi, and stepped in front of Bukase. “Alright then, come on… Let’s get this over with.”

Bukase lunged at the man, spinning his wakizashi around in his hands, making a few quick, calculated strikes toward the older boy’s sides and chest. Each one was deflected by the defender, and then on Bukase’s final approach, he countered finally with a side kick. Bukase was knocked back from the blow, and cringing slightly from the pain, he got up and lunged again, turning his right wakizashi backwards. The feint... Bukase made a quick stab with his straight weapon towards his stomach, quickly deflected to the side as he had expected. The strike… As it was deflected, he stabbed again with the other weapon, form slightly off, showing the novelty of the move. His opponent, barely thinking, rose his weapon to deflect it, realizing what was happening a moment too late. Bukase shifted the blade back and down at the last second, pulling it to the side slightly, and locked onto his opponent’s wrist, pinching it between the thick edge of the blade and his own wrist. He shifted his own weapon again behind his opponent’s wakizashi and noted the odd form he had to use. This lock was anything but permanent, he noticed; it was only to lengthen the time the opponent was open to make a few quick, damaging strikes. Without further hesitation, Bukase dropped the weapon in his left hand and brought his bare fist back, throwing three very quick punches into the side of his opponent, then disengaging just as swiftly. His opponent grunted slightly from the blows, but other than that he merely nodded, then bowed. Bukase returned the gesture, thinking through the attack. His wrist was actually positioned wrong in the attack, he figured; in the future, it would have to be locked at a low angle in order to more comfortably lock the opponent’s weapon from retaliation.

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