We're making snowangels x2

[strength]

Corkscrew Punch

Rank: "B"

Skill: TaiJutsu

Effect: A punch that looks and feels as if the user is hitting like a Corkscrew.

Special: ---

Drawback: Can only be used once per movement.

Description: Kid McCoy is universally given credit for creating this punch which was well known for the cutting damage that it would inflict on his opponent's faces. It is punch that is in the same league as the Counter so far as power is concerned. It most closely resembles a Straight, but is thrown inward while twisting the shoulder, elbow, and wrist. The Corkscrew uses the same science as that of a bullet firing out of a gun, where the combination of a spinning projectile and excessive force causes a greater impact. The motions involved are similar to that of a Screwball in Baseball and this analogy is fitting as the punch has a noticeable "wind-up" sequence that makes it somewhat foreseeable. When the user hits with this technique the opponent gets cuts along their bodies and begins to bleed from the cuts.

Limit: Must learn in a gym that teaches Bokushingu (Boxing), Must know the Four Punching Basics

0/60

The snow bit so hard out here in the dark of the rising sun, washing over the active body of Miska and her practicing form. Punch. Turn. Pivot. Punch. Turn. Pivot. The perfect form for throwing punches was the hardest to come up with but it started at the bend of the elbow and up to the shoulder when throwing a proper punch. Snapping a jab was easy, the muscles in the shoulder needing to engage and a twist on the instep extended the shoulder far as well as a lean for maximum coverage. 

The jab she was working out was worse than that, much more damaging. To pivot at the hips and drive the shoulder down in a twisting motion. With nothing but air to hit she whiffed it often and her shoulder tweaked, pains set in but despite it all she was still out in the snow practicing as best she knew how. A solid block of ice formed over the decades from a once hot spring geyser before the frigid temps and change in climate finally won over and left this tower of flash frozen water for her to hack down with her fists.

One. Two. Three. Turn. Pivot. Twist the hips into the punch and the knuckles will crave a groove into the ice. She kept punching with her heavy gauntlet, trying her best to hack it down but finding that she could only really cause a nasty swipe, the ice cracking and threatening to give away before she could finally see the beginnings of progress. Exhausted but determined she looked up and swung another whiffing punch that ended up missing entirely and propelled her into headbutting the frozen pillar.


"Ahh jeez!" Covering her face she rubbed at the throb to lessen the sting, eyes watering. "Man I hope no one saw that! I cant go back to the village like this! I'm still too weak."

[Defiant]

Mimicry
Rank: "S"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: This ability allows the user to copy techniques using the Sharingan's precognitive ability, and its ability to See Chakra.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A Sharingan based technique. The user readies a movement. Any technique the user sees performed within 7 meters + 6 meters per Class Level may copy using their readied movement. The user must meet the requirements of the technique to copy it, and if the user does not, the readied movement is wasted. The technique must be a GenJutsu or NinJutsu technique performed with handseals or half-seals, or is a Strike, or Stance TaiJutsu technique. A Chakra control technique, a technique performed with no handseals, or an Enhancement TaiJutsu technique cannot be copied. To copy a technique, user must succeed a check to identify it. If the user's check succeeds, the maneuver can be initiated. If the user succeeds, the user must pay the same Chakra cost as the technique that was performed. If the opponent performs a technique with a Jutsu Enhancement, the user can still perform the Jutsu with an added +20 difficulty to Identify the Jutsu. The user can choose to Copy, Memorize, or Nullify.
Copy: The character performs the technique as it was performed by the opponent the user copied from, and it has the same effects. The user gains a +1 Enchantment Bonus to Training Points per Post made to develop the technique for 2 weeks. If unused, the bonus fades.
Memorize: The character gains a +2 Enchantment Bonus to Training Points per Post made to develop the technique for 1 month. If unused, the bonus fades. User regains 1/2 the Chakra cost they used to initiate this maneuver.
Nullify (GenJutsu or NinJutsu only): The character counters the creature performing the technique, and the technique has no effect. The character gains a +1 Enchantment Bonus to Training Points per post made to develop the technique for 2 weeks. If unused, the bonus fades. A technique with a Personal range cannot be nullified.

Limit: Must be an Uchiha. Must know Sharingan (2nd Tomoe).

0/110

Gwyn's crimson eyes watched the young woman move with a practiced precision that could only come with years of experience. The tomoe in her eyes rotated lazily as she watched and took in information from her hiding place a few meters away. The information was all things she could have known without the sharingan, but the clarity they brought could not be denied. She could have figured out she was a few inches shorter than Gwyn herself, and she could have figured out her stance was Boxing all on her own, she was sure of it.

The sharingan brought it too a new level though, as if she was looking at her through a telescope, and she was moving right in front of her in slow motion. She could see the concentration on her face, and the fluidity of her training routine. This was a girl who had dedication. Gwyn wished she had that kind of drive to train like she used to, but now she was content with simply watching others. But something about this girl was truly sparking a desire for her to train as well, and Gwyn decided that she would train whatever this girl was training.

Gwyn had always been a visual learner after all, and with the help of the sharingan, it might even be easier to learn this way instead of through the repeated actions that the one she was observing was burdened with. Gwyn layed on her side, mostly hidden behind a small snowbank only 6 meters away from the girl with her head, peering out from the side. If not for her snow white hair, she probably would have been spotted immediately, but the combination of the color and the younger girl's enthusiastic work was the perfect cover for Gwyn.

Until she laughed. The girl's motions, which had gotten sluggish around her last few punches, were moving as if underwater already. She was getting tired, and Gwyn could tell, but her determination was admirable. But when her metal fist whizzed past the column, Gwyn couldn't help but begin laughing even before the poor kid's face thwacked off the unyielding ice in perfect slow-motion.

[strength]

??/60

Like a bolt of lightning her head snapped up when she heard laughing, jumping up to her feet. "Hey- uh- I don't know what you're laughing at! I slipped! Shut up!" Up on her feet she put her hands up in the guard stand and advanced. Shadow boxing. Step, punch. Step, punch. The jagged curve of that heavy metal fist cut the air so much more crisp but she knew the power wasn't there and the ache in her right shoulder was beginning to make training difficult.

So. To the left arm instead. Step, jap. Step, pivot, jab. Most boxers only had one power side and the other was for jabs and set ups. Weaker but still there. Mishka didn't want a weak side. All of it was power! In her modified hoodie she sweated under it's hood and the cold of Yuki froze it to her skin in an endless repeat, rolling further and further down to her brow with every step she took. The shoulder was carrying the stress but when she turned in to the punch the drill of it was much much easier to control. She could dip her punches with ease.

The gauntlets were heavy too and put stress on joints but these she'd had her whole life damn near. nothing to slung these around. Winging another punch she... well she tripped. She wiped out completely and ate snow and ice. However the punch connected with the frozen ground and it had enough force to leave an indent, which her gauntlet then caught on and she went tumbling head over heel into a back sprawl to find herself looking up at the clouds.

"Wonderful..." Whatever snow devil was out here was never going to let her live this down.

[Defiant]

??/110

Gwyn's smile was filled with genuine admiration. She wanted to reply, but she was practically entranced by the girl's sudden burst of energy. She went right into shadowboxing with movements precise and practiced. Her movements were graceful and fast. Gwyn sat up and watched openly now, seeing the girl's focus once again. Gwyn watched the girl's graceful footwork. She was good, but with her sharingan fully focused Gwyn saw her flaws.

She saw that her top and bottom weren't working in harmony. Her legs were moving her, but not supporting her, and Gwyn began to realize that she may not be as experienced as Gwyn had initially assumed. Too much emphasis on the upper body, on throwing power and not enough on controlling it. If she didn't reign it in, she'd be likely to- Gwyn laughed again, though this time not as loudly, as the girl practically threw herself to the ice.

Gwyn stood up then, and strolled over to the prone girl and looked down at her, blocking her view of the sky with a warm smile.

"Need a hand?"

[strength]

??/60

Staring up at the clouds again. Wonderful.

When a hand cut into her view she looked up and took it without concern just annoyance. "Yeah, thanks.." Head full of snow so removed herself from the snowangel imprint and stomped her way back towards the ice sculpture. "How can I return home when this is the smallest bit of progress I can even offer up?"

Irritated she stepped in and twisted at the waist. The gauntlet landed hard enough to split ice but even then that was what? One punch out of how many she'd thrown and yet none of them FELT right in her body and soul. "I've been gone forever practically- longer than I've actually be PART of the village! Ace said I could train out here and I've just been stuck in place SPINNING my training wheels."

The meaty thunk of her gauntlets chipping off ice made her feel good deep down in her core. Something primal and visceral shined bright when her fist connected. The flex of muscle, the clench of her core driving that violent force into the ice. Again. Again. Harder. The tremors of each punch shook her body and she could feel it like pushing the very breath out of her lungs. Delicious but nothing she hadn't felt before when she mastered the vicious art of iron fist.

"They send you out here to find me and bring me back? Is Ace mad at me for taking so long?" Her fists bore outlines into the ice, tore down the thing like it were made of wet paper and empty dreams. Her grunts of effort echoed loud into that empty field but the punches landed hard. By the time she stopped she was winded and panting.

"Maybe they listed me as missing and now I have a bounty... great."

[Defiant]

??/110

Up close, Gwyn could see the complex swirl of emotions in her eyes and on her face clear as day. She wouldn't have needed the sharingan for that, the girl made no attempts to hide it, but with the heightened detail the eye provided, it was like reading a book. Gwyn helped her to her feet, and continued to watch her. She shrugged at the girl's first question, unsure if she was even really asking Gwyn, a complete stranger, or herself.

The girl's punches were so forceful Gwyn didn't just hear them, she felt them. Like small earthquakes running through the ice and into her bones. Gwyn circled around to her left to get a better view of her form, and narrowed her eyes as she tried to discern what exactly it was she was trying to do. This wasn't just simple training, Gwyn had begun to realize, but possibly the development of a new technique, and she'd be here to witness it. Gwyn's tomoe continued to spin lazily and take in the girl's movements as she listened to the girl's words.

"Who's Ace?" Gwyn asked in response. It was the only response Gwyn could think of that would probably answer both of her questions, and get some information. She couldn't mean the old kage Ace...that'd be crazy. He's been gone for years. Vanished and let the village collapse in on itself. Who's Ace indeed.

[ᖫᖭØMNÏᖫᖭ]

Strength
+60/Technique: "Corkscrew Punch" Learned

Gwynevir
+60

[strength]

Solar Plexus Blow
Rank: "C"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: An attack aimed to the Solar Plexus.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: While a punch aimed at the Solar Plexus in and of itself is not illegal, to accomplish this is considered a foul. Using the return path of a missed punch, the boxer pushes one of the opponent's arms to one side, compromising their guard to completely expose the Solar Plexus. The blow affects the diaphragm and can cause the opponent to momentarily lose function of their lower body. When the user hits the opponent along the Solar Plexus, the user is unable to move their lower legs for a full round of six seconds. This technique takes precision and time to hit accurately as the Solar Plexus is not exactly an easy spot to hit. With this technique it quickly bypasses all endurance abilities. Reasons why is because of the severity that follows of getting hit in such a location. The hit is so harsh that there have been times that an opponent is able to throw up, or hack violently.
Limit: Must learn in a gym that teaches Bokushingu (Boxing), Must know the Four Punching Basics.

0/10

Flashback Trainin!!!

Back in Yukigakure Mishka was the runt of the gym. Towel-girl. Just... run of the mill and simple. They made her carry the water and fetch errands till she had enough and one of the older patrons had her cornered. The boxing trainer was so wrapped up in their star of the gym no one paid much attention. It wasn't words just punches. Wild, inaccurate at times but they still hurt. Still left bruises. Made her choke on her own tongue at times and when she wanted to double over they just poured it on a little harder.

During these beatings she always remembered the first one. The reason she clutched her stomach even now. That one to the plexus that had her seeing stars for hours. That kind of pain had been unreal and left her head ringing with pressure. Her gauntlets were hard but there guys had hands that left dents in steel. Her arms weren't as strong as theirs; The uppercuts always rattled her with fear that one would slip through again and she'd be left puking up her breakfast. But her moment came... that sweet glorious second the jackass pullback low and far on his right to deliver her a punch and she stepped in to his leading foot, slipping the punch and sinking that metal fist into his plexus. She'd never forget the way it felt when the body was shutting down and the muscles went lax.

------

The woman's question pulled her through and she blinked. "Ace Debutler. The Kage. Who else?"

[Defiant]

60/110

She stopped moving, Gwyn noticed, and was staring at her with a bewildered expression. How could you not know who that is, it seemed to say to her loudly. Gwyn frowned in response, and resentful of the fact that she had to be the one to break news she was uncertain of to a child. "Sorry kid," she began solemnly, "he's been gone a long time. I don't even know who's kage right now," she wanted to add the fact that she didn't care either, but she thought better than to redirect the conversation to herself.

---

Her eyes were starting to ache. The rotating tomoe was a thing that happened without her notice only for a short time, then she had to focus on it to keep it active. This time she didn't even realize she had her eyes active, and that it was helping her subconsciously storing the movements of this young girl. Gwyn closed one eye, and rubbed it furiously, trying to massage away the irritation. It felt hot, like small matches were very slowly burning closer and closer to the surface of her eyeballs, and she knew in time the pain would become unbearable. But the simple fact was, if these eyes were going to be any use to her, she would have to get used to them.

She thought back to the fight she had in the jail cell when she had first unlocked her sharingan. The ease with which she had overcome her captor, how she had been able to take their weapons and easily turn them against them. It was like her sharingan had recorded the event and was playing it back for her right now in HD. She was fairly sure, but not certain, that she would have been able to even use that fancy little slash that the jailor had used right back on them if she had a sword in her hand at the moment. She was certain that she'd be able to make a hell of a go at it right now, however. Unfortunately, the increased pace of her tomoe's rotation was like a fan on the invisible flame that inched closer to her eyes.

[Christoff]

Strength: +10 TP
Defiant: +20 TP

[strength]

The Footbreaker
Rank: "C"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: A foot stomping technique.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A foot stomping technique. The Footbreaker is a technique in which the user slams their foot into the opponent
D Class - The Opponent is unable to move that foot for two rounds - 10% chance of the foot breaking
C Class - The Opponent is unable to move that foot for three rounds - 20% chance of the foot breaking
B Class - The Opponent is unable to move that foot for four rounds - 30% chance of the foot breaking
A Class - The Opponent is unable to move that foot for five rounds - 40% chance of the foot breaking
S Class - The Opponent is unable to move that foot for six rounds - 50% chance of the foot breaking

If the opponent is one class higher to that of the user then the amount of rounds is reduced by one round for "C" Class, Two rounds for "B" Class, Three rounds for "A" Class, and Four Rounds for "S" Class. If the opponent is two classes or higher than the reduction goes up by one. After three classes or more then the technique is incapable of working. The Chances of Foot Breaking however does not increase or reduce.
Limit: Must learn in a gym that teaches Bokushingu (Boxing), Must know the Four Punching Basics.

0/10

A look passed across her face and she licked her teeth. Cold. "What do you MEAN he's gone?" Irritation crept in and without really thinking she set her sights and posture forward. Her heel sent snow crunching underfoot and lifting her heel to drive it into the ice harshly. "Ace wouldn't just leave- something must have happened." All her time out here int he snow and the same man who'd let her out to hone herself wasn't even around?

The iced over permafrost splintered with each strike of her heel, stomping, thundering forward with heavy steps with an accusing finger pointed as Gwyn. "You better know what you're talking about. This is not a light accusation." Like an aimless worry wart she was back off course, her heavy steps kicking ice, snow and frozen ground around in clumps.

[Defiant]

80/110

A cold flame lit up behind the girl's eyes. Gwyn half expected the girl to attack her just based on the look, but the sharingan was showing her differently. She leaned forward to put weight behind a stomp of tremendous force. Ice shattered under the girl's foot, and Gwyn looked on with surprise.

"Now hang on," Gwyn raised her hands submissively, "I don't know what happened, all I know one day he was here, then he wasn't. We've had at least two kages since then," Gwyn's crimzon eyes raced across the girl's body, trying to note any change in her pace that would suggest one of those dangerous stomps may be headed her way. Gwyn took a step back herself, and then considered something. She shifted her posture forward, raised her right foot, and drove her heel down into the ice just as the girl had. Infact, her form was essentially a mirror of the girls, even filled with it's flaws.

Gwyn took a step back from the new divot in the permafrost that now stood between herself and the girl. Gwyn hoped the girl wouldn't have noticed that her step back had been more of a stumble, and the serious expression on her face at the moment had more to do with the shooting pain that was flying up her right leg.

"Now, calm down," she said through gritted teeth and unbroken eye contact, "We can go back to the village and talk to someone who knows more, Or..." she could no longer resist the urge to drop down and clutch her ankle and wince. Gwyn's eyes clenched shut, and the pain made spots appear in the darkness. But also in that darkness was an image of the girl, stomping away with abandon. Gwyn hadn't been paying enough attention, she realized then, and her eyes snapped back open. She stood up quickly, and casually shifted her weight to her left side and cleared her throat as if nothing had happened in the last few seconds.

"Or you can stay out here alone and forgotten by everyone,"

[Flower]

Isley: +10 tp, Learned!
Defiant: +20 tp, [100/110]

[strength]

Left Rear hand Counters for a Straight Left Rear Lead By Sidestepping
Rank: "C" + "D" for variations
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: A series of counters with a straight left rear lead against a left rear lead hand
Special: ---
Drawback: If user does not counter correctly they will get hurt.
Description: When the opponent attacks with a left rear lead hand lead the user must sidestep to the outside guard position and hook the left to the opponent's chin or body.
When the opponent attacks with a left rear lead hand lead the user must sidestep to the outside and drive a left uppercut to the opponent's solar plexus.

Limit: Must learn in a gym that teaches Bokushingu (Boxing).

0/10

In her mind she eyed the woman with that kind of analytical quick of the eye that didn't need a dojutsu. Just experience. What if Mishka attacked her now? Baited out the left hook or jab? She didn't look much bigger than herself and tacking on the length of her arms it could be done right. Pivot hook. Pivot hook. In her mind she played the scenario over and over and over without flaw. There was potential to be a counter fighter.

Some of the things Gwyn said stuck home and she was right, she missed the ineffective stomp but hit her in the pride with her words. "No one even knows I'm out here anymore." Pivot hook. Pivot hook. A punch to her mouth would shut her righ tup-- at least in Mishka's head it would but that didn't make anything she said less true. But what if she turned at the waist and leaned her bodyweight into a shot? Really dug her plated fist into her kidney and made her rupture? Cripple over in pain? Wouldn't bring Ace back or her pardon out of the village.

"I wasn't even worth a BINGO.."

[Defiant]

100/110

Gwyn laughed genuinely and loudly; an exclamation of how ridiculous she believed the girl's statement was. "Not many people are worth a BINGO, kiddo," Gwyn stuffed her hands into her pockets and smiled warmly at the sad girl. "And you should be glad you're not," she began as her crimson eyes looked her up and down. Gwyn knew that being in the BINGO book either meant you needed to disappear, or be so dangerous that no one can touch you. Gwyn's sharingan, coupled with her own knowledge of martial arts showed quite clearly that she was not the latter.

"Looking over your shoulder is no way to live, y'know?" Gwyn replayed the motions that the girl had preformed over and over. Every flex, snap, and slip replayed simultaneously at slow motion, fast speed, and three times speed all at once. Every minute detail of every movement was being recorded and memorized without Gwyn even fully realizing.

[Flower]

Isley: +10 tp, Learned!
Gwyn: +10 tp, Learned!