Street Fighter Dojo [Round 1] Fight!
Mar 26, 2017 21:28:46 GMT -7
Post by Tetsu on Mar 26, 2017 21:28:46 GMT -7
Inner City Dojo [Land of Lightning]
IC Rules
-All Combatants must wear Gi when within the Dojo
-Weapons are allowed, but all are Bokken, Wooden Tanto, and Nagitana. You must use one of these rather than a lethal weapon.
-Death Enabled, People die while training, it happens.
-No Chakra Jutsu, Taijutsu only!
-Passive Ninjutsu however is allowed (since some people need it to see or function)
The Dojo was a small and rather comforting, as it was just about 10 PM as the street lamps could be seen just beyond the open doorframe. Amira had spent a few hours cleaning up as she scanned over the 10 meter by 10 meter dojo. It was a simple room that was right across the street to what was an old dry dock in the small port town in the Land of Lightning. She had been making an expedition out this way to speak with the Raikage, but alas she had spent a few days being held down by the storm that had just passed only a day prior. She donned a blue Judogi Styled Gi with her black Nidan belt and thick quilting at the bottom showing as she slipped her shoes off, storing her cloths in the locker at the front of the dojo. The Tami mat felt comfortable on the feet as she walked over to the center, looking to her right as she noticed the wooden Bokken, Tanto, and Nagitana lining the wall. She had only been visiting this dojo for a few days now, but it had become a fairly familiar sight.
The streets outside had begun to quiet down as she exhaled, relaxing a bit as she tied her hair back into pony tail preparing to do the finishing drill before going back to the inn that she had been staying at with her entourage. She was a Nidan Judoka, so she was familiar with being inside of a dojo, but it was hard to focus with the smell of the tea house down the street and the flickering candles that were still light around the four pillars that held the dojo up. She knelt down at the center of the said poles, thinking about everything that had happened the past few weeks, keeping a calm mind as she listened and waited for whatever might be coming.
IC Rules
-All Combatants must wear Gi when within the Dojo
-Weapons are allowed, but all are Bokken, Wooden Tanto, and Nagitana. You must use one of these rather than a lethal weapon.
-Death Enabled, People die while training, it happens.
-No Chakra Jutsu, Taijutsu only!
-Passive Ninjutsu however is allowed (since some people need it to see or function)
The Dojo was a small and rather comforting, as it was just about 10 PM as the street lamps could be seen just beyond the open doorframe. Amira had spent a few hours cleaning up as she scanned over the 10 meter by 10 meter dojo. It was a simple room that was right across the street to what was an old dry dock in the small port town in the Land of Lightning. She had been making an expedition out this way to speak with the Raikage, but alas she had spent a few days being held down by the storm that had just passed only a day prior. She donned a blue Judogi Styled Gi with her black Nidan belt and thick quilting at the bottom showing as she slipped her shoes off, storing her cloths in the locker at the front of the dojo. The Tami mat felt comfortable on the feet as she walked over to the center, looking to her right as she noticed the wooden Bokken, Tanto, and Nagitana lining the wall. She had only been visiting this dojo for a few days now, but it had become a fairly familiar sight.
The streets outside had begun to quiet down as she exhaled, relaxing a bit as she tied her hair back into pony tail preparing to do the finishing drill before going back to the inn that she had been staying at with her entourage. She was a Nidan Judoka, so she was familiar with being inside of a dojo, but it was hard to focus with the smell of the tea house down the street and the flickering candles that were still light around the four pillars that held the dojo up. She knelt down at the center of the said poles, thinking about everything that had happened the past few weeks, keeping a calm mind as she listened and waited for whatever might be coming.