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(??/30) Genji slipped back down the tree trunk as five shuriken came up at him, trying to pierce his head, only to be stuck into the cool wood behind him. Genji drew his sword as he neared the mercenary. How mercenaries could fight like ninjas was beyond him, but he still fought. Steel pounded against itself as the two went at it, clashing with blades until they split apart, and Genji was once again hidden in the safety of the forest. It was like a dance of 'Call', and 'Echo'. As the two fighters exchanged blows, they took beats of time away from eachother before going back in, and clashing blades.
Damnit... He's good...
The young boy took a rest on a rather large tree branch of an abnormally huge tree, taking a breather as he awaited to clash with the mercenary. Genji's eyes met the smooth vines, each just calling out to be used, and manipulated. Save us Genji! Save us~~! Genji repeated in his mind in a high pitched tone before quietly chuckling to himself as he mused. Hands twisted in seals again as he brought his concentration to the green foliage, limp, and unmoving. With his mind at it, he felt his chakra string out at the vines, trying to raise the living material into plant-tentacles to move at his bidding.
The long limbs of the plants did not move, only hsaking, as if breaking into the boy's chakra. Still they did not react in any real way. Genji's eyes narrowed as another stream of hand seals went, and his chakra began to concentrate into the plants again, resulting in a similiar shimmy of green, like weak violinist's bow on his string for his first concert. They quivered, giving away Genji's position yet again. With a sigh, he'd notice that footsteps were coming in his direction, fast footsteps of the one he was fighting before.
Post by hanafubuki on Feb 29, 2008 22:38:17 GMT -7
Odo walked a time-consuming path this afternoon, obscured by the landscape's various shades of green. His steps were barely audible when compared to the chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves, or even the busy stream that cut through the meager forest clearing. The serenity of this place disturbed him to no end, like a fly you couldn't kill or an itch you couldn't scratch -- he needed something more to stimulate him, something exciting to get his blood pumping; he was practically starving, yet the sounds of another seemed to bring about the promise of change.
His scarlet eyes looked through a thicket of twigs and branches, resting upon the slender figure of a boy - he was alone, training some unimportant technique in a pitiful attempt of bettering himself. Seeds, he mused, I see - this could prove entertaining.
The Sannin moved casually and almost too calmly, his hands stuffed within the pockets of his egg-white overcoat as he approached the stranger. His presence was catatonic, bringing with him a sudden change in the winds -- the warm breeze turned cold, a gentle whisper turning into a howl of misery. They were all tell-tale hints to the misfortune that would befall this child if he did not flee - but would he notice? Would he heed these warnings?
"You lack discipline," the foreigner cooed, "You lack a reason to better yourself -- you lack inspiration." His words were condescending per usual, and as he spoke his hand had gripped the hilt of his kodachi -- he would give him these necessities to improve one's worth, whether he liked it or not.
In the haze of the battle, the blood lust, and the clashing steel, Genji could make out a figure one of completely different strength, on a whole other level between him, and the mercenary that had chosen to follow him this fall. At first, the boy noticed nothing of him, and payed him no head, but of course, things were never what they seemed to be. Genji would analyze as much of the man as he could from afar, noting the mask, and the white trench coat, which looked as if it could hide just about anything. The mercenary had managed to flee, realizing that he could not win this fight, nor could he over power Genji in terms of Ninjutsu, or taijutsu for that matter.
The Sign of the Grass Devil leaned over the side of the branch, making a quick descent onto the ground behind him, his back to the large tree behind him. His eyes would narrow down to the hand on the blade's hilt, as if teasing him, goading him into an attack. Fighting this man without knowing any bit of his strength would be foolish, so he merely stood against the tree, sword poised at the newcomer. Should this man wish to fight, Genji would reciprocate, not bothered by the subtle warnings that filled the area.
"What?"The boy asked as he could feel the air around him cool, no longer the warmth of his country, but the cold brought on by this stranger. Regardless of his comments, Genji would show to be unwavering, and defiant of the man's gestures, taking mroe time to analyze his next opponent, if that was indeed what the other man came to do. "Name yourself..."
Post by hanafubuki on Feb 29, 2008 23:23:42 GMT -7
He watched how the boy moved, eyes examining his every detail to the 't'. Odo was unimpressed, thoughts of regret coming into play now -- perhaps he was wrong in assuming this person could provide him with anything of substance, anything worth noting. The more he thought, the more he disapproved; ivory digits slunk from the clothed pommel of his sword, falling lazily to their respective side.
"You won't be alive long enough to remember my name..." he said, legs bending at the knees as he slowly brought himself into a crouch.
With a sudden burst of speed, the Sannin's body moved across the distance separating the two (twenty feet) at a rather impressive speed; he'd give the boy one chance to evade - it would be his only chance to strike. He'd be sure to use it wisely.
"You won't be alive long enough to remember my name..."
The word stuck out in his mind, even as the man crouched down oddly. With suspicion already on it's peak, Genji would strafe to the left the split second the man seemed to disappear. It was an easy attack to predict, mainly because the ninja gave Genji the opportunity. There'd be no way for him to attack from behind, and an attack from below was unlikely because there was no indication of any soil being moved. It must've been a flicker straight towards him, all analyzed in the brief second that the man had seemed to zip past.
From his strafe, Genji sent his sword down towards the man's back, aiming at the junction of his neck, and his shoulder. If the attack made contact, it would be awfully close to the jugular vein, which would kill the ninja effectively, but, Genji was not trying to kill him, and the only way he would die from an attack like that, would be if he managed to impale himself into the cool steel.
His opponent seemed to be in a daze or some illusion out of his will, for he moved prior to Odo's arrival and counter-attacked an entity that was not there -- the Sannin did not body flicker to his opponent, but merely started a sprint; however, it was true that he would be linear with his opponent's frontal view. Seeing this moment of opportunity arise, his fingers could come together quickly.
It took merely a sliver of a second to execute the needed handseals, unlocking the foundation of power for his Mokuton Jutsu -- his hands carried the elements, one imbued with the gift of water, the other, earth. Invisible energies leaked through fleshy pores and into the world surrounding him, jet streaming into the landscape and manipulating the molecular structures and combinations through a greater means. It happened almost instantly with his completion of the seal array.
Name: Mokuton Soutei Hashira [Wood Release - Binding Pillars] Rank: A. Skill: Ninjutsu. Effect: A technique where branches is pushed from the ground and wraps around an opponent. Special: "Boar, Dragon, Ram, Boar" Drawback: This technique is the basics of other techniques. The user must learn this technique multiple times in order for the distance of branches can increase. Description: After using the seals the user uses the water and earth release in which branches crushes out of the ground to wrap around the user. When the user first learns this technique the user is capable of creating approximately Six Different branches with a width of six inches, with the distance of Ten Meters From the user. Every time learned the distance may increase by an additional ten Meters. When the distance reaches up to a Hundred Meters the type of training becomes B-Rank Training. When the distance reaches Two Hundred Meters the Training becomes A-Rank. When the user reaches to B-Rank Training the width of branches is Twelve Inches if the user desires. When the Training Reaches A-Rank the width of the branches is Twenty Four Inches if the user desires. Each time learned the user is capable of creating another branch. Limit: Must have the Wood Release.
Exploding from the earth as the boy's blade would cut through nothing but air, branches and roots would seek to envelope his appendages and bind him in his place, rendering him incapable of any movement. It would've taken only a moment to complete, and being as he would be in mid-step of his strafe, the ability of a Shunshin was void - his body was dedicated to a movement and it would need to complete it before beginning anew.
But the Sannin was not done.
He'd be a mere handful of feet away from his opponent now, and his hands had not halted their machinations. Yet another string of handseals burst forth from the intricate workings of his hands, and then another, fingers rolling and folding about one another. This took an even shorter time than the first, and upon its complete one hand rose to cup the underside of his chrome mask - pulling it up and over, he exposed his gorgeous countenance to the world--that is, until his kekkei genkai shone through.
Name: Dokuzetsu Samasu. [Wicked tongue awakening] Type: Kekkei Genkai – Supplementary. Rank: A. Effects: Allows the carrier to utilize their dokuzetsu, lit. "wicked tongue". Special: None. Description: Yadosukisei have the ability to use their needle-like second tongue's in order to depoist poison or withdraw chakra. These abilities are gradually strengthened as the duration of the host and parasite's bond extends.
This is the genetic ability all Yadosukisei clan members are born with. Drawbacks: One has to be relatively close in order to bite and use their dokuzetsu. Limit: Kekkei Genkai.
As a grin broke across his lips, fibrous strands of flesh unwound and retracted, portraying the silhouette of a blooming rose -- grotesque and sickening 'pops' reverberated with a morbid coo; either side of his jaws reared back, free of restraint, his 'mandibles' exposed alongside the other additional enhancements. Perfectly symmetrical and flawless in design, the wicked tongue could easily be seen through the construction of flesh, blood, and teeth.
And now matter how horrible this depiction was to the boy, he could do little to prevent the powerful maw from clamping down upon his throat, easily piercing flesh as the wicked tongue would bore deep into his neck, beginning its long and needed feast upon his chakra reserves; all the while, as if a double-tubed syringe, a steady stream of biologically produced poison would be filtered into the boy's veins, of which the effects would take place immediately.
Name: Kyuugyou [Shutdown] Type: Kekkei Genkai – Ninjutsu. Rank: D. Effects: Allows the user to utilize a self-produced toxin that shuts down all of the body's natural senses except sight. Special: Handseals. Description: The ekichuu secretes a toxin that, if injected, is able to deaden the victim's sense of smell, hearing, taste, and touch. Note: Effects span over five turns, by the victim's third post the effects have almost completely worn off. Drawbacks: One has to be relatively close in order to bite and use their dokuzetsu. Limit: Kekkei Genkai, must learn Boyakeru.
This was the end of their little fight -- he'd lose consciousness soon after this.
The Boy would watch as his attacked failed. His predictions were far off, by an overestimation of the man's moves, another horrible, horrible mistake that one could make as a novice. Nevertheless, Genji was bound by the wood. Genji would look as the man began his advance. With a struggle, he'd try to pull away from the wood, recognizing the technique as one of his own, only turned against him. Furthermore, he couldn't stop the man from advancing towards him.
Eyes widened in sheer terror as his jaw dropped, although not blooming like a flower. For a second, Genji could see the man's delicate, soft face, before seeing something that truly made him shiver, more than his defective master's lackies, more than living on the street, and more than being alone. The sight itself nearly had him fainting in the binds of wood that stopped his body from moving. Of course, this only encouraged the boy's useless struggle against the binding wood. For dear life Genji tried to move his sword arm as the man began to near his neck.
"G-Get... Away..."He managed as the otherworldly terror drew near. "S-Stop-"
The boy fell unconscious after a howl of pain as the wicked tongue pierced his skin, and began to suck the life out of him. Before long, the boy would be unconscious, unmoving, and frozen to the spot, unable to retaliate.
As expected, the boy succumbed to the technique rather swiftly - powerful jaws unlocked their death grip, releasing with a "wet" slip; they were repositioned, the muscles and flesh folding upon itself to accommodate the "average" jaw. He pulled a cloth from the depths of his pocket and cleaned his visage of blood before applying his mask once more.
A single seal relieved the boy's body of branches, letting him fall into the Sannin's arms.
"Interesting, indeed..." he said, hoisting the limp body over his shoulder -- he vanished thereafter.