blood in the Water.

[seppuku]

Sharingan Copy Technique
Rank: A-rank.
Skill: Ninjutsu.
Effect: This technique simply allows the user to copy every movement the opponent makes. If the opponent uses a jutsu the user can use the exact same jutsu to negate or counter his/her opponent.
Special: Must perform Sharingan Hypnosis State upon the opponent.
Drawback: User must have Visibility with the opponent while performing the technique.
Description: The user stares at the opponent in question. When the opponent begins their technique the user takes the understanding of prediction as well as Sight of Chakra Nature in which they know what source of Elemental Release the opponent may be performing. When the user stares at the opponent the user is capable of copying every movement the target makes at the same time as that of the opponent by predicting. This technique though does not automatically allow the user the capability of learning a technique. The user must still take the time to learn the technique if they wish to continue to pursue in the technique they have seen.
Limit: Must have Sharingan 3rd Tomoe. Must know the same requirements as the Technique being copied for the brief moment. Must know Sharingan Hypnosis State.

0 | 90

“C’mon, kid. Just hand over your Sound Wave Amplifier and Shodai armor, and we’ll let you go.” a voice wheezed, his eyes fierce as they watched Kouketsu.

The Uchiha was hindered not by these verbal warning, having dealt with far more potent beings than a mere bandit; truth be told, be it arrogance or raw confidence, Kouketsu was in no shape or form worried. He knew full well the extent of his powers, and regardless of the shinobi that accompanied the lone speaking figure, knew they were no match for him. He would, however, honor them with the sight of his fully evolved Sharingan – their deaths would be, after all, a splendid display of blood and gore. The Creator held no mercy for those that preyed off of the weak.

Their prey’s silence had obviously aggravated the unruly group, as they readied their weapons with utmost haste. Still, the Uchiha stayed his ground.

“Fine,” one screamed. “We’ll just take them from your corpse!”

Synchronized laughter and cheers erupted from the others of the group as they all charged in, having circled around the lone warrior and enclosed him within the vicinity. Several of them, however, stayed back and prepped (he could tell from their handseals) various forms of Ninjutsu and the like. Even those that charged, he took note, had some kind of fighting style; this was almost an entire band of rogue ninja. Scum, the Uchiha remarked. Yes, he would truly show these fools no mercy – none at all. They would be for their lives, gravel at his feet until he was ready to smite them.

With but a mere ‘blink’ onyx chasms were set ablaze by the deep crimson of his Sharingan, the three tomoe more visible than ever. It was a detail that went unnoticed as his opponents continued their ignorant onslaught, brandishing their weapons higher than ever at this point; they were within feet of him, their swords, spears, axes and the like glistening in the shining rays of light. Kouketsu’s eyes swirled hungrily, absorbing all the ripe knowledge their movements had to offer him; he saw their next step before they even made it – he could read them all like a book.

The first to reach him was a practitioner of the goken fighting style, one which he was vaguely familiar with. Demonstrating what was known as the dynamic entry, Kouketsu easily side-stepped the assault only to pivot upon the hell of his feet, his hand lightly tapping the small of the man’s back. It knocked him off balance to say the least, bringing him down to earth rather easily – he stammered in his step, pivoting just enough to bring into view the figure of the man he’d attacked just moments before; what he saw next was, without a doubt, shocking to the core.

Kouketsu had taken stance in that of the goken, his body crouched low as he moved forward with haste. Into the air he went, legs and arms bending to mimic that of the bandit’s exact form; it was the dynamic entry, flawlessly redone by that of the Uchiha. Chakra surged through the other’s body as his muscles tensed, increasing the power and effective damage to be dealt directly to the bandit’s jaw. A bone-cracking snap was heard as the sole of the foot smashed into the bandit’s skull, dislocating his jaw and sending him spiraling into the dirt.

[seppuku]

?? | 90

Kouketsu’s foot touched down almost immediately after he’d leveled the first bandit, who’d be skewered by kindred of his own—the man had tripped over the other’s body, thrusting his sword down and through his throat. Blood had already been spilled, but oh, there was so much more to come. The gruesome display did little to hinder the adamant resolve of the other handful of bandits, their weapons still high as they ran headlong toward the lone Uchiha. He had not problem with the odds, either, and simply remained still after he’d done his duties. Hands at his side, he waited.

But he would not wait long as yet another came within his danger zone, his sword held tightly within both of his hands. He swung horizontally at first, seeking to cleave the man’s head right from his shoulders; he was prepared for an evasion, however, guiding his blade to strike twice more were his assault not to be fatal. The second would come diagonally from the right shoulder to the left hip, and then double-back across the gut to spill his innards clean across the floor. His movements were swift; it was obvious he was a skilled swordsman, but it was folly before the Sharingan.

Kouketsu’s tomoe swirled once more as his crimson orbs absorbed all that was, funneling the millions of information directly into his mind – he could see it all, much like a play-by-play book. Through the pages he casually strolled, his fingers effortlessly turning one to the other. There was little he had to do in order to evade this assault, despite his mentality of “speed”, his feet taking the initiative to bring the Creator from harm’s grasp. With fleeting steps he effectively dodged each and ever slices leaning and tilting just beyond the tip of the blade’s metallic edge. And then, with his own hand, it happened.

Like a chemical reaction he exploded forward, a single hand reaching out from the depths of his cloak. In the exact motion of each slice his opponent had recently shown him the hand moved, bearing a single kunai, splitting the flesh effortlessly. Of course, he moved with far greater speed and accuracy than the swordsman; the kunai was but a silver blur as it cut open his throat, dashed open his torso, and gutted his belly. A maelstrom of torn flesh and blood slung out into the air, raining down on the corpse as it fell lifeless before Kouketsu’s feet.

He’d not waste any time after this though, his eyes skimming for the next victim of the many he had to choose from. Rather than wait, for their charge had slowed since the slaughtering of two of their kin, he would rush headlong to meet them mid-way. A bloody kunai still gripped tightly in his hand, they would not—no, could not comprehend the slaughter that was to come. It was the killing time, every murderers dream; lord, have mercy on these poor fools’ souls, for I shall have none!

[seppuku]

?? | 90

A bloody kunai in hand, Kouketsu quickly made his way toward the pack of fiends in front of him. On his way one managed to chuck a shuriken forward at his cranium, but those crimson eyes easily saw the movement and allowed him to formulate a quick and nimble dodge. Tomoe still swirling, his own arm would branch forward in the exact same manner as he threw his kunai afterward; it soared through the air before encroaching the boundaries of the man’s forehead, buried almost to the hilt. Blood squirted from the tightly fitted wound, running down the contours of his face as he fell back.

But this was not what Kouketsu sought on his latest adventure toward the bandits, no; one of the many shinobi that had stayed toward the rear of the group had finished prepping his technique, handseals coming to a pause. From there his hands parted and from the tips of his western hand a long whip of water elongated, cracking against the earth as he reared his hand back. Perhaps he would’ve struck were he fighting a normal foe, but as the Uchiha neared he saw something that not many could believe – the Uchiha began copying him, tomoe swirling.

Kouketsu’s hands fell into a medley of handseals, all of which he’d assimilated from the rouge shinobi before him. Holding with the last one, though the speed was far too great for his opponent to view, his tenketsu points released a steady amount of chakra into his blood stream. Against the walls of his muscle and vein did the invisible energy travel, tensing his lithe figure as he drew night. It was then that water coagulate about his fingertips as well, growing in length and girth until fashioned into a perfectly sized whip; it was identical to that of the bandit, though Kouketsu would be far more proficient with it.

There was a splash as both whips clashed in the middle of a wide thrust, the result of two identical actions going opposed to one another. Kouketsu was, however, the better fighter. With a roll of his wrist the whip twirled around that of the other’s, spinning closer and closer to the bandit who was paralyzed with fear. The water whip wrapped around his neck firmly, holding the muscle and bone on a thin line; Kouketsu’s eyes gave way to what he’d planned, and the bandit would’ve screamed out in protest were he able to manage a breath. However, asphyxiated so tightly, he could do nothing but whimper.

Snap! Blood spilled from the bandit’s mouth as his eyes rolled back, remaining white. His neck had been broken in two pieces with the sudden jerk of the whip, causing the crown to hang limply backward; the body collapsed almost instantly against the ground. Kouketsu wasted no time in continuing on with his journey, moving to the next of the many bandits littering the scenery. He was in a state of sheer murder, caring little for their lives; they’d all be punished for their crimes, here and now!

[tetsu]

+10
+10
+10
= +30 Total.

30/90

[seppuku]

The others would flee for the time being, leaving to lick their wounds as Kouketsu took rest.

Soon, he was gone again.

[ exit ]