B O R E D| Battle[One Opening]

[shinzo-kori]

[Scene]- No rules, two more fighters, IIC 2 days or auto hit.
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[Lost Again 親]—

Lost in what seemed to be a split in space and time, Yuu' would find himself upon a solid metal object. His eyes were closed at the moment for he was in a state of deep meditation, in connection with his body, spirit, and the world around him. Meditation wasn't usually his style, but after getting caught up in some odd drugs, and a long conversation with a drugged up philosopher, he needed no more persuasion. Here he was now, lost in what seemed to be a dream land silent at first, however following the realization of his location as well as clarity being gained through his eyes squinting out into the distance, sound would return to him. Rushing water, coming from the sewer pipe under him.

As he lifted himself up from the pipe, and the two scrolls on his sides bouncing against his hips, he would look out below towards the small village that wait for his entrance so eagerly. Curiousity killed the cat, and he at least had nine more lives left, so why not take on another reckless mission for fun. His mission objectives: Locate a safe house, make connections with the locals below, figure a weakness and need, and then use that to make a profit. As he hopped down onto the water to find he was upon one of the lowest pipes, a sound would catch his ear, one he had never heard. Soon a breeze would blow, the sky being ripped by some airborn creature, so massive its shadow came as a surprise.

Chakra focused into the soles of his feet, leaving but a ripple effect upon the mucky sewer waters surface, he would turn upon his heel and almost stumble to the surface as a colossal structure covered the skies above him. Mouth wide open, arms limp at his sides, he would look upon the massive architecture that lie above him. It was obvious he was in a time not similar to his own, for the village behind him seemed almost too old, but the place before him possesed technology not even known to man kind during his own time. He sighed deeply as he tried to understand what it was he was doing here, and after a few seconds of calming himself mentally for this situation, he would turn to the village.

"What did you get yourself into now?"

A steady pace to get him too shore as those upon boats looked at him like mad men. They looked as if they had never seen a man walk upon water, how absurd, no? Eitherway, he would get to the bottom of this situation he found himself in, and upon reaching the shore, he would turn back towards the city that seemed to be light years ahead of the village he was in, technology wise. Being quite the quick thinker, he knew already how he would make a quick profit in a location such as this. With his shinobi abilities, he would surely maneuver through the city with ease while retrieving information to break the place down piece by piece. It wouldn't be easy, for little did he know, other shinobi would enter his territory.

[Satu Akira]

"An interesting surprise..."

(( I didn’t look at your BIO and I hope you did the same.))


Azrael had just awaken after being sent out a routine mission, a simple patrol of a non-shinobi inhabited village, with a slight stumble in his step he’d yawn slightly, as his sword would rattle at his waste, “Damn, that sound is sure getting annoying…” he murmured to himself as he’d walk in a posture perfect position un-willingly, as the sound disappeared. “Why do I… A Jounin of all things get sent on a flipping C-rank mission… I mean, they’re confident in my abilities, right?” he said in a whining tone, he’d soon toughen up as he’d make his way towards the village, he’d present himself in his regular shinobi attire, his dark green vest signified his status as his navy blue shirt and pants could be appealing to some females, since the clothes weren’t very loose and his muscles and athletic figure really began to show. As he made his way through the village the people stared oddly “Another one of them?” they said as Azrael said to himself Another what? he said looking off to the distance seeing a person walking on water.

“A shinobi?” he said under his breath stopping, “Though why here?” he said as he’d begin to think to himself I got it, they gave me this as a C-rank to not attract attention! See! The village really does love me! he said with a smile as he’d crack his knuckles “I don’t know if I should really be jumping to conclusions… Though the mission says that if I locate any odd fellow, then I should escort them out.” Azrael said calming himself down as he’d jog towards the fellow “He-Hey!” he called off from the distance as his hair seemed to flow through the air with its silver/whitish tone, he was catching up to the shinobi with a light jog, although he was itching for battle, he knew better than to attack those with good intentions or lost fellow.

[shinzo-kori]

[Never do unless my opponent fails to be descriptive...]
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A voice, its direction towards him. Looking up through his yellow shades, he would spot another, one with attire of the upmost familiararity. A shinobi, he wondered why or how this one found himself in such a place. If he were here, this must have meant he wasn't in some sort of dream world, but lost as a normal person would have persumed. With no reason nor knowledge of being lost, he felt a bit curious, but he ignored that and walked ahead as the shinobi's call caught his attention. He never really went against any specific village, for he mostly treated them all the same, but the fact that this man would call him was already becoming a threat. He would stop with five meters in between.

"I don't know if I should happy to find a shinobi here, or not."

His attire was quite different from those seen around him, for he wore an almost transparent shirt over his body causing his chest to seem darker then it was, cut off at his shoulder blades revealing two sets of jagged tattoos upon both shoulders that also went down his chest. His hair, raven black, and though one could not tell with the yellow transparent shades on, his eyes burned an azure color commonly found in the Kikkawa family. A pair of aqua blue shorts fit quite nicely around the waste yet loose at the bottom allowing quick movement without constantly having to shift his clothing around. From the thigh down, he wears black spandex cutting off at the ankle with a pair of black sandals.

His outfit seemed almost outrageous to those who looked at him, but his style and character had reason's for such things. Speaking of those who looked at him, soon the villagers would watch the too strangers approach each other giving but a ten meter diameter of space. This newcomer was different, the headband presenting itself and the attire stating his rank in class. Being from Konoha, Yuujin thought about his feelings towards the village of Rain. From this point on until proven otherwise, this man would be considered a foe. With a brow raise, his hands upon his hips, and both of them resting upon the two scrolls he used on occasion during battle, he wondered if he would have to use them?

"What do you want?"

[Satu Akira]

((Man your family, the Kikkawa devoured Grass. I didn't think you were one of them too.))

"...I suppose we should get to the point

As the person would stop 5 meters away, Azrael wold come to a halt at at the same moment, he wore an odd attire, though that hadn't really been on Azrael's mind at the moment. Azrael presenting himself in a calm asertive look, though a friendly one. He wasn't one to make enemies easily, though he wasn't one to stay neutral for long. "What do you want?" said the person, not seeing a forehead protector, his oponent was wearing a pair of shades as he'd look at them momentarily. Azrael looked a little shocked at the sudden question, without even acknowledging Azrael fully "Hello, I'm Azrael, and by the order of Waterfall village I'm going to have to ask you to leave the area. This area is prohibited to non-locals and judging from the way the people her were looking at you, I'd say that you're not one... So if you'd come with me." Azrael said stepping back with his left foot as he'd as he'd look as though he was ready to escort this person out.


((Sorry for the short post.))

[shinzo-kori]

[The Kikkawa is rather pointless...]
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So, this one was ordered to be here, and for a reason that ironically had to do with him. The people around looked at him, not at the man that gave this order, thus leaving him to believe that his opponent had the whole village backing him up. They were nothing but locals however and posed as no threat. He himself was unsure of how he had found himself in this place, but he didn't intend on causing a big commotion that could end in the death of both the man and the villagers. Sighing deeply to show he was being rather annoyed, he would push on ahead towards the man that gave the odd orders. His face, emotionless, other than the slight look of a bothered mind being forced against his will.

"Tck, man fine."

With his hands already at his sides, he would lightly close his eyes, at least it would look as if his eyes were closed when they were open enough to see the things around him. So sincere, yet with an amount of falacy. With a swift motion, the hand to his left would reach over to his right side grabbing the scroll upon his right hip. Quickly unlatching the paper from its body, he would extend the paper across the man's face before revealing a powerful blinding punch hidden by the scrolls long paper. If all went according to plan, the sudden action would catch the man off guard and young Yuujin would step back before withdrawing his hand and placing his palm upon the long sheet of paper.

[Satu Akira]

((Sorry, I don't really understand the second paragraph of your post, like how you unlatched your school extending it towards my face, then a blinding punch? I really do not understand how thats possible since I'm 5 meters(15 feet) away, is this a jutsu, if so... quote it, please. I don't know if you quote it or not... though I only RP realistically and I do not meta-game.))

[Satu Akira]

((What do you mean by the Kikkawa is pointless?))

"

Violence as usual... I suppose this guy is from a village, they sure embrace it.

"

As he'd await the response of the individual, his right hand rested casually upon the guard of his sword, which was on his right side as well. Never let your guard down, right... Mizuki? he said to himself thinking about his sensei from his childhood. "Tck, man fine." said the person as he'd scan the person for any quick movements, Azrael knew better than to look away, and waited for the person to walk past him, so he could follow him from behind... making sure he didn't leave Azrael's sight.

As the person approached he watched the person closely Alright... Walk past me... and everything should continue smoothly. he said to himself as he'd see the sudden movement of his opponents hand, not really seeing it was a scroll he reached for, he used his superior speed stepping back as there was a blind spot between himself at the opponent at that moment, as the punch came forward with the piece of paper hitting nothing about a foot away, Azrael would duck slightly, with his left foot already brought back he'd brought his right foot to his chest pushing forward with his left foot and extending his right leg out at the same moment he'd move to side-kick his opponent in the stomach before he could return his hand to his arm and the kick unpredictable since the paper is a blind spot for the both of them and the speed of the kick.

[shinzo-kori]

[Because the Kikkawa have been corrupted]
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Thinking that a scroll meant to be a blind spot for the opponent would have an equal effect on Yuujin was a foolish idea. It crossed over their faces, thus covering upper body movement slightly enough to allow Yuujin's punch alone be something of surprise. The footing of both men was different, for that was about one of the few things that were visible. With the left foot pulled back by his opponent, the right foot would quickly lift into the air, a honest waste of ones strength. Though this man may have seemed pretty fast with his feet, he honestly knew little of the ability Yuujin possessed. Knowing full and well that the best way to avoid this was to continue with his already inevitable attack.

Since the opponent did not actually skip back or jump back to avoid the punch, his step would not be enough to avoid the punch aimed for his face as the two danced. The opponents left foot moved back, Yuujin's right foot would mirror that along with the right fist still extended towards the man's face. The fist would without a doubt hit the man in the face. Of course, the foot could not be ignored, it would definitly hit him on his side, but what was more powerful, a blow to the face or a blow to the side. Stumbling to his side from the kick, he would continue to hold the scroll with his left hand as his right leg slide along the dirt spreading each leg from each other. His right hand now upon the scroll.

[Battle Sparked]—"You think I don't see your moves?!"

[Satu Akira]

((Corrupt... What do you mean by that?))

"

You started it!

"

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Azrael had ducked slightly therefore the punch had went directly above his own around two inches away, seeing as the kick successfully landed Azrael wouldn't stop there running forward slightly to get close enough for a kick before his opponent could recover he'd turn his right foot turning directly around with a spin side kick as he made the turn he'd take his right hand and unbuckle his sword which was on his right hip holding it downward in his right hand. The kick however was aimed at the upper chest of his opponent and if connected would undoubtedly cause breathing and balance related trouble.

[shinzo-kori]

[It doesn't matter]
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So the punch would miss some how by a miracle, for this man was able to lower his head while making the motion of a right side kick, though it seemed hard to believe. No matter, the kick would make impact as stated before, but Yuujin intended to end this now. In his left hand was a C rank scroll, and as he slid, the opponent would seem to be in constant motion. Seeing no time to use the scroll, for the right foot would begin to turn around and make impact with Yuujin's chest, he would go to the next open option. With one movement of his right hand, his forearm would block the kick, slowly lifting his elbow so he his arm could lift the man's leg up in the air for a split second, or enough time.

"Gotcha!"

Yuujin's left hand holding the tip of the scroll would quickly pull over and around Yuujin's right hand as well as the man's leg, almost as if he were rapping a gift. Gripping the Jounin's leg tightly to gain him some sort of balance, Yuujin would slide his left foot in to cause his left side to become much closer to the opponent who had placed himself in a comprimising position. This side kick of his forced his back to turn and face Yuujin, so how could he attempt to attack, especially when Yuujin's left foot would quickly lift and step upon the man's left toe pinning him down. With chakra focused in his right hand, he would pull out his Wakizashi, a short blade that had been infused with his scroll long ago.

With his left hand rapped around the side of the man's leg gripping it, his right hand found itself with its open palm upon the scroll as well as being under the man's leg. The blade would slide out with one quick motion as he held the hilt where the blade would face downward. This would rip the man's tendon, causing him to be almost unable to stand on his right leg under this condition, and with Yuujin's tough grip upon the man's leg and speedy action, this was inevitable. He would then lift the blade over the man's back, letting go of the man's right leg, before stabbing him in the back with the blade to add onto the pain, but this attack had a chance of missing unlike the first fatal move.

[Satu Akira]

((Ok... I suppose.))

"Something you hadn't counted on..."

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Azrael's assault would be halted by the elbow his now considered enemy. "You should've just left peacefully!" Azrael would say as his opponent would move to wrap Azrael's leg and in that instant Azrael would turn his sword to face upward aiming underneath the armpit of his opponent slightly left at the heart, bending his leg slightly as he'd push himself forward with his right foot slightly.

((I know...short.))

[shinzo-kori]

The speed of his attack would be quick, though he did not see the blade from his opponent coming. It was kind of odd that this man could focus on a kick, duck to avoid a powerful blow to the face, and retrieve a blade from his hip that would make it difficult to retrieve one's blade with the addition to his hip having to bend to lift his right leg. No matter, it would soon be the end for the opponent. As Yuujin's own blade slit a deep gash into the tendon of his opponent causing blood to splatter upon the ground, a wound would be made towards Yuujin's left armpit. The blade would stab into the flesh under his armpit almost ripping out of the other side, but stopped as the edge grazed his shoulder blade.

Feeling the cold steel of the blade ripping through layers of muscle and tissue, he would groan as it would be expected from his opponent as well. With his left arm now almost useless, he would react full with the intent of killing his opponent. Though his own left hand was damaged badly, the opponent had failed to attack a location that was vital to his victory in this battle. He would move on with his plan, however changing it slightly from stabbing the man's back, to pulling the blade in, allowing the leg to fall to the ground, and lifting the blade back up again to slit the man's wrist holding the blade lodged into Yuu's armpit. Had this been done, he would yank his arm back feeling the cold blade leave his flesh.

He was swift with the blade, and seeing how his opponent was in no position to counter the attack, for Yuujin's left foot still pinned down the opponents own left foot, the man's right side of his body would be practically useless. yuujin's scroll would simply dangle from his waste blowing with the wind. His opponent would no longer be able to stand properly as he would begin to slowly bleed to death by the slit on the wrist. Yuujin suffered damage, for now his deltoid was damaged. He was only able to make the attacks he did through pure adrenaline and hate for the opponent he now had. He was only lucky that the opponent's blade did not touch his artery, or things could have gone real bad, real quick.

[Satu Akira]

((I'm not going to post anymore, I voiced my concerns and facts through PM. I was going to post... Though to be honest... I'm just too frustrated that after all that explanation, I'm going to have to compromise with you on something I feel correct about, with proof. I want to leave this on a note which involves no hurt feelings or being mad at one another. You may look down on me but I do not care, I don't want an altercation. So I hereby forfeit the match.

I hope you understand my reasoning... I learned from this RP about my character, thank you for your time.
))


Reason for Editing: Grammar Fix

[shinzo-kori]

-_-...right, no hard feelings.