Fight Club [T][O]

[The Heron]

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Hiromasa experienced many long moments of emphatic offensive physical output, unrelenting in his assaults upon Kegon. He had engineered the mans current pain, and would only see to create more, seeking to end the fight and name himself the victor.

The crowd, sensing that the end was approaching, surged to their feet, the clamor starting instantly, executing a crescendo as the deluge of sound grew into a cacophony of screaming voices. Hiromasa reviled in the reckless havoc, feeding off of the roaring crowd. They wanted a show? A finale for the ages?

What he would show them... they would think twice before instigating another Tournament

As Kegon took a few stumbling steps to recover from Hiromasa’s most recent barrage, which was soon revisited as the genin struck forth once more, attacking with the same bruising power as a rushing bull. A twisting hook punch was slammed into Kegon’s chest, but the Jounin managed to roll into the blow, avoiding intense damage. This in turn allowed him to quickly pepper Hiromasa with several weak swipes, giving Kegon a brief respite to regain his center.

The jounin managed this feat just in the nick of time, as Hiromasa mounted another attacking sequence, sending his right knee upward into Kegon’s stomach whilst throwing a weaker, yet quicker snaking punch into Kegon’s face. The dual attack, delivered in the space of a single attack, caused quite the dilemma for Kegon, ending in both attacks reeking havoc upon his battered frame, rocking his foundation and shaking his brain around in his head violently.

Kegon’s solid taijutsu capabilities allowed for him to take the blows without yielding the fight, quickly shuffling away from Hiromasa the moment he’d felt the monsters the genin called limbs strike his form. The young genin would not allow his opponent the liberty of rest, immediately blurring to the space mere inches in front of his opponent. Once in place, he leaped high into the air, tucking his body with his forearms pressed tightly to the tops of thighs, delivering both fists and knees into the face and chest of Kegon.

He stumbled back from the contact, feeling bruised and beaten, but the man was not a jounin for nothing. Sure, age had effected his physical capabilities somewhat, but his many years amongst the living had granted him a great deal of experience, especially in dealing with pain.

He was able to keep his stance though his footing was lost to him for a second, and thus could defend his vitals from Hiromasa’s intense pressuring. The man couldn’t gain any time to discern a strategy; he could simply read and react, though it seemed that the longer the fight went on it was his opponent, Hiromasa, who seemed to grow swifter with each exchange.

Hiromasa sent a flurry of elbows and knees into his opponents torso, but most of the attacks were evaded either fully or partially, amounting to little more than a waist of stamina. Kegon was able to finally counter attack after that exchange, drawing forth power from within the depths of his soul.

He struck with two spinning side kicks, pushing Hiromasa back onto the advantage, though he still sported a healthy advantage. Whereas Kegon had sustained several debilitating blows, Hiromasa had avoided the majority of Kegon’s more powerful attacks.

[The Heron]

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The end of the fight was drawing near. Much stamina had been spent by both fighters, but a combination of skill, youth, and deceptive power had granted Hiromasa more stamina than his opponent, and with more fuel left in the engine, he had a better reaction time compared to Kegon’s growing lethargic motions.

Kegon’s short attack ended with little effect, brought to its completion by the speed of Hiromasa’s evasive action. Hiromasa was able to just barely evade each of his opponents punches, using not only logical predictive instances, but his developing Sekondo Sense as well. The man surmised that it was worthless to waste his energy attacking if none of his blows could find their mark. His sudden inactivity invoked Hiromasa to mount another bruising flurry and knees and fists and elbows. He would break Kegon, let him know that he meant nothing; let the spectators know that they were but ants compared to t he grand scheme of things.

His first movement into his opponents range was a lunging feint to the right, drawing Kegon’s waning concentration to a false action. Seeing that his ploy had gained sustenance, Hiromasa would flash to the left, repeating his earlier ploy of leaving an after image to draw his opponents focus. No standing directly to the right of Kegon, he threw a shoulder powered left hook to the jounin’s temple, following swiftly with a straight punch delivered with his right fist to his opponents chin.

His attack didn’t stop there; he dipped his shoulder down, and rammed himself into Kegon’s wavering frame, throwing the both of them to the floor. Hiromasa, with his greater reserve of stamina, was able to return to his feet in nearly half the time of Kegon, allowing him to attack again before the man had even fully regained his feet.

He dashed in very close to Kegon, three lunging steps swallowing the short distance between the two fighter. He slid forward driving the entirety of his momentum into Kegon, unleashing a punch of near unparalleled power, striking the ninja’s temple with a sick crack that sounded more like the breaking of thick wood. Kegon’s body rotated in a full three hundred and six degrees before falling to the ground, limp and lifeless.

Though his opponent was finished, Hiromasa did not halt his attack, climbing upon Kegon’s prone form, pushing the veritable corpse onto its back. He sat atop the jounin’s chest, and then began to rain blows down upon his face, connecting with wet smack after wet smack, spraying blood onto his own flesh and the floor around him.

As if separated by a vast space, he could faintly here Go yelling for him to stop, to cease his actions. For a few seconds at least, he ignored the demands, but finally he relented, regarded KegonÕs swollen face with an utterly unfeeling expression.

Go was wary to stand near the genin now, but he didn’t have to. Hiromasa simply swept the crowed his violet eyes and then left abruptly, leaving a haunting aura in his wake.

[Tenkai]

{Way to forget the link Hiromasa >/}
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Learned, xD

[The Heron]

I try.

|| Exit to Maturation of Hiromasa ||

[The Heron]

|| Enter from Maturation of Hiromasa||

Sensai Kaba (Master Bull Rush)
Rank: "C"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: You become an expert at delivering a Bulrush. One who delivers a devastating blow capable of blowing though concrete, charging forth with such strength that obstacles does not matter. A full power bulrush feels as if it is much stronger then it should be.
Special: ---
Drawback: Must take a running start of ten feet or else the technique does not work.
Description: The user must take the time to make a quick running start of ten feet or else this technique does not work. The user takes the understanding of Bulrush to a newest degree to where whenever they make connect, a rush is more powerful, more dangerous then how most people are capable of using the Bulrush. This technique feels as if the strength of the technique increases depending on the Class level of the user. Whenever the user first learns this as a "D" Class character, the technique feels as if it is a "B" Rank technique. This means that whenever a user bulrushes through a defense, the defense takes the hit as if it is trying to stop a "B" Rank technique. When the user becomes a "C" Class character, the rank of the technique feels that of an "A" Rank technique. Finally when the user reaches "B" Class, the technique feels as if it would be considered as a "S" Rank technique.
Limit: Must be a Brawler

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He was enraptured in darkness, traveling along the underbelly of Kirigakure, amongst the common civilian dregs. Around hidden corners behind doors that didn’t exist, there existed the men and woman who had failed their test of shinobi hood - those who had failed to display the cunning and mental acuity required for the profession. Many of them met weekly, the more powerful monthly, at an establishemnt entitled, The Sleeping Dragon. Underneath the building was a club with members originating from all over Mizu no Kuni, from nobles to sinister criminals. They all existed as one in the club, showing the similar shells that hid underneath their misleading clothing.

Hiromasa happened across the paths of one of the fighters in this wrinkle in time. He was a wrestler, a massive hulking man of rippling muscles and chin. He had shoulder length shaggedly cut dark hair and a distinguished chin. His boulder sized fists slammed repeatedly into the slumped form of another man pinned against an alley wall. Hiromasa knew neither of them, though the wrestler had been witnessed on two separate foray’s into the Fight Club. Further more, he felt not even a kindling of kinship with the man being pummeled, only deciding to attack the wrestler for want of a halfway decent fight. The genin found that his destructive tendencies were rearing their snarling heads, goading him to violence.

He decided to listen.

With quick, quiet steps, the genin started to run towards the two, picking up speed as he went along. He had started about twenty feet away, at the mouth of the alley, whilst the wrestler and the victim convened at the end of the alley, in the cusp of the shadows that clung to the wall of the alley. The distance between Hiromasa and his target closed rapidly, several feet swallowed by his each and every step. Neither of the two noticed him until he was right upon him, and another step delivered his lowered shoulder into the form of the wrestler, hitting the strength of a battering ram administered by raging bulls. Even Hiromasa didn’t understand the source of his strength. It was intrinsic, not born of muscular strength, but strength of soul and mind. His very soul carried within it a ruggedness that allowed for spectacular feats of physical ability. The wrestler couldn’t even let out a yell of pain; he was simply blasted away by the force of the rush, loosing his footing and most likely breaking several bones in his arm and ribs. His victim, the man slumped against the wall, gave a gasp of thanks, but his heavy breathing was swiftly silenced by a vicious backhand delivered by Hiromasa.

The man crashed to the ground in reaction, his body wracked by biting, bruising pain. He coughed up a pool of blood, painfully lifting his head to stare into the genin’s vacant eyes.

“...why?” he croaked, wincing in pain, his voice oddly muffled by the blood oozing out of his broken mouth.

Hiromasa shrugged. “Because I felt like it, I guess.”

[I C H I R O™]

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[The Heron]

Thanks dude. You saved me the trouble of trying to figure out what mod's and assistants are on. This labtop won't show me who's online... it's all "undefined"

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Gekijou Atemi (Fury of Blows)
Rank: "C"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: The user is capable of hurling a flurry of attacks, of strong like blows against the enemy more times then one is capable of within a single movement. The user gains the capability of attacking faster using their speed, but at that rate they also loose great accuracy for they are punching somewhat wildly.
Special: ---
Drawback: The user is capable of using this technique only to the amount of times they are capable of using Tetsu Tekken (Iron Fist)
Description: The user sacrifices what he knows of Tetsu Tekken (Iron Fist) for this technique and attacks in a Fury of Blows. Normally a person is capable of attacking with their left and right hand within one movement one time. With Fury of Blows the user is capable of attacking two times with their left hand, and two times with their right hand per movement equal to that of the whole round. When the user attacks they are capable of attacking faster, but they attack wildly, their attacks are never precise and they are not very accurate as well. Speed is gained but accuracy drops down dramatically. Some believe it is best to pin the opponent down against the wall, or against the ground before the user is capable of attacking correctly.
Limit: Must know Tetsu Tekken (Iron Fist)

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Hiromasa continued to delve into the bowels of Kirigakure, eventually happening upon the Sleeping Dragon. Go had not yet extended another invitation to do battle in Fight Club, but still he decided to enter into the bar. His blood sang for violence, and he would appease its wishes, for he longed to cause destruction as well; to break a man and let him know that nothing he would ever be able to do would save him - that there would forever be a creature above him in the food chain. A creature hidden behind the mask of an adrogynous eleven year old genin.

His entrance went unnoticed at first, as he entered behind a pack of howling men and the whores that hung from their arms. Hiromasa used the opportunity to slip deeper into the bar without being noticed by its denizens. He was able to pick and choose who out of the crowd would recieve his ”punishment”. Several stood out to him, but then a whimsical idea sprouted in his head, and he abandoned his plans of choosing. Whomever crossed him would feel his fury. Any other way would be... unethical.

It was in that moment that a man noticed him, and the fear circulating in his widening eyes fueled the genin to action. There were two tables full of men and woman between the two, but such obstacles mattered little to the shinobi. He leaped atop one, and still only a few had noticed him, but upon his second leap, half the bar had become entranced with the child running across the table tops.

That man who’d first seen him caught several rapidly applicated blows to his face and chest, each punch thrown wildly and recklessly with the intent to cause as much harm and damage in as little time as possible. The unlucky folded like paper under the onslaught, his bones shattering under the strength of Hiromasa’s punches.

One of the braver denizens, accompanied by his equally stupid compatriots, raced towards the genin, they among the group that felt especially threatened and belittled by the eleven year old. Hiromasa allowed a shallow smile to grace his lips, promising pain to whoever dared to attack him.

He met the first with a flurry of punches, but he could not release the full effect of his speedy blows due to several other men seeking to swarm him and bury him under their combined weight. He didn’t allow this reality to gain substance, for when they swarmed him, he stepped back, and applied his blasing punches to all of them, willing himself to move faster and faster to take out all five at once.

The chaotic havoc of the situation goaded other more drunken men into fights of their own, until the atmosphere disintergrated into one massive brawl, begun only by the whims of an eleven year old child. His opponents were downed quickly, with minimal effort, but more would seek to take their place, and brought with them weapons of glass and sharpened wood that would serve to increase the difficulty of Hiromasa’s vision of destruction.

[I C H I R O™]

Ah well its no problem. Continue to post well. {+10}

[The Heron]

I have three more of these written up.

Spanning Swipe
Rank: "C"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: An attack where the user back spin kicks quickly slamming all enemies that are around the user knocking them back into the distance depending on the class level of the user.
Special: Spinning Back Kick.
Drawback: ---
Description: An attack where the user back spin kicks quickly slamming all enemies that are around the user knocking them back into the distance depending on the class level of the user. The Brawler sets up by taking a leg back and pivots along his non kicking leg. Spinning quickly using the momentum he quickly kicks forth doing a round house kick in an area that is in a cone like effect in front of the user. To those that is suddenly hit with this technique the opponents fly off into the distance with a sudden knock back attack. The higher the class is the more devastating the attack will be creating a more sufficient way of breaking one's bones.

* D Class - Five Meters Knock back
* C Class - Fifteen Meters Knock back
* B Class - Twenty Five Meters Knock back - 10% Chance Bones may Break
* A Class - Forty Meters Knock back - 30% Chance Bones may Break
* S Class - Sixty Meters Knock back - 50% Chance Bones may Break

Limit: Must be a Brawler.

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Scores of men sought battle with Hiromasa, but as each sized surge toward him he would simple turn towards it and the advance would halt, each men swallowed by a fear one would accustom to the emotion felt by deer being stalked by wolves. It made for quite a comical sight, but it also made for a dreadfully bored Hiromasa. To abstain of his boredom, he went on the offensive himself, rushing towards one section of the wall, holding back a laugh as the men that made the wall attempted in vain to flee his incoming form.

The men behind him dried to take advantage of the situation, swarming forward to his back, trying to overtake him from the rear, using the distraction of the others to increase the chance of their own attack having success. The men who braved the front line held back their roars to further mask their approach, trying to blend into the ruckus present in every other corner of the bar.

Success would elude them, however. As they surged, closing in from all sides except the front, Hiromasa prepared an attack that would clear the land and allow him space to breath. They men attacked all at once, so the manuever would have to be executed with perfect timing. As the men in the back neared Hiromasa, he bent at the knees, drawing on his stamina to lend bruising strength to his body. He pushed off the ground with his left foot, spinning around and lifting that foot in one smooth motion, extending it outward to deliver a backward spinning roundhouse kick into the men seeking to flank him. He pivoted with his right, but his foot never left the ground, though his foot was stretched so that only the very tip of his floor spinned around on the floor.

His foot slammed into chests and arms and chins, shattering bone and literal causing the wall to crumble and exploded, the strength of his foot pushing the wall of fighters outward just as if they had been scattered by an explosion. Some of them struggled to stand to their feet after the blow,m and others still gave up standing, merely seeking to rest their pained forms along the ground and regain some modicum of functionality.

This display served to halt the other action in the bar, as the sight of dozens of men being smacked away with a mere kick didn’t exist in reality in the minds of te civilians. Not only did the action hald, but no one spoke - not even the quite inaudible muttering of a man speaking his thoughts alone.

Then, as if summoned by the silence, go emerged from the stairs that led to the bowles of the Sleeping Dragon. He appeared exasperated, but certainly not dissapointed. He jerked his head backward indicating that Hiromasa join him in the basement. Still itching for violence, giving in to his baser desires, the genin joined Go as he began his decent down the steps.

[I C H I R O™]

{Learned}

[The Heron]

Thanks!

Kitsui Kaba (Close Bull Rush)
Rank: "C"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: You become an expert at delivering a Bulrush. One who delivers a devastating blow capable of blowing though concrete, charging forth with such strength that obstacles does not matter. A full power bulrush feels as if it is much stronger then it should be. When the user learns this technique they are capable of using Sensai Kaba (Master Bull Rush) without a running start.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: With this technique, the user does not have to rush, or really the user does not need a running start. This technique enables that of the Sensai Kaba (Master Bull Rush) capability without taking a running start. The user takes the understanding of Bulrush to a newest degree to where whenever they make connect, a rush is more powerful, more dangerous then how most people are capable of using the Bulrush. This technique feels as if the strength of the technique increases depending on the Class level of the user. Whenever the user first learns this as a "D" Class character, the technique feels as if it is a "B" Rank technique. This means that whenever a user bulrushes through a defense, the defense takes the hit as if it is trying to stop a "B" Rank technique. When the user becomes a "C" Class character, the rank of the technique feels that of an "A" Rank technique. Finally when the user reaches "B" Class, the technique feels as if it would be considered as a "S" Rank technique.
Limit: Must know Sensai Kaba (Master Bull Rush)

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“You should’ve told me you wanted to fight,” Go complained as they entered into the basement. Two men were already locked in combat in the ring, bleeding and sweating their souls upon the unforgiving, uncaring floor. The crowed booed and cheered at the appropriate times, half rooting for one fighter whilst the remaining half cheered the other.

“I could’ve set something up.” The aging merchant finished, leading Hiromasa to a rather secluded corner of the basement.. He stood before the genin with a look upon his face that implied he wanted an answer.Hiromasa stared at him for a moment, serving to unnerve the man and cause him to avert his eyes. “Er...”

“Set me up for a fight then.” Hiromasa announced. “That upstairs... that was hardly a warm-up.” His voice was void of inflection, carrying with it only the timbre of his tone and the natural rhythm of speaking.

Go smiled, nodded, and immediately retreated to wherever it was the spectators made their bets. Another five wasteful minutes passed while the genin stood there in abject silence, waiting either for Go’s return, or the announcement of his name to enter the ring. He recieved the latter, as the previous ended rather abruptly with one man slipping in his own blood and breaking his forearm. Hiromasa couldn’t see the man from his vantage point, but he’d heard the crack, and he delighted in the violence.

As his name was announced, and the crowd gave a collective startled grasp, with spatterings of wild, raucous cheering, the boy wondered, idly, what it would sound like when he broke his own opponents arm.

As if in a haze, he entered the ring, his eyes entirely unfocused on his opponent. His eyes found the low lying beams of the ceiling, and the peeling paint of the brick walls. This cursory brush-off angered his opponent, a man who would later be eulogized as Ishin Tao. Ishin didn’t react, however, holding in his anger to fuel him against the devil he was about to face. When Hiromasa’s eyes finally found his opponent, the fight had begun and the man was rushing toward him with his fist extended, intent upon crashing into the genin’s face.

His body moved of its own accord, taking him left of the incoming body. He spun to face Ishin, then, without any sort of build up, or indication of what he was about to do, he rushed at Ishin, a sort of crazed rage overcoming him and filling his body with liquid-fire that scorched through his veins and filled him with power. He tilted his shoulder, dipping forward at the waist, and then delivered his entire weight and force into Ishin, carrying with him power that had no purpose being in the body of such a boy. Ishin’s form crumpled near instantly and was blown away by the force of the bullrush. His body landed in a pained heap halfway across the room, many boned in his body clearly broken. The crowd was silent.

“If you don’t move fast,” Hiromasa announced boredly, “he might die from bloodloss.”

[I C H I R O™]

{Learned}

[The Heron]

Thanks again!

Heddo Gachan (Heading Slam)
Rank: "C"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: A Brawler attack that occurs when the opponent takes the user's shirt, or neck, or some sort of clothing first and quickly slams their skull against the opponent's skull. An attack that is capable of causing blindness within the attack as well as deafness.
Special: The user reaches forth taking hold of the opponent's piece of clothing, or even the back of the neck and slams their head against the opponent's head with strong force.
Drawback: ---
Description: The user takes hold of the opponent and quickly slams their head against the opponent's head. When this happens the opponent flies off into the distance by sheer force of the attack. Just as the user slams their head against the opponent's head the user releases the opponent quickly as the opponent flies off into the distance. The pain along the temple is shot towards the opponent's mind that causes a great shock in massive amounts as the opponent becomes shocked.

• D Class - The Opponent is blinded and deaf for Two rounds
  
• C Class - The Opponent is blinded and deaf for Three rounds
  
• B Class - The Opponent is blinded and deaf for Four rounds
  
• A Class - The Opponent is blinded and deaf for Five rounds
  
• S Class - The Opponent is blinded and deaf for Six rounds
  

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 then the reduction goes up by one. After three classes or more then the technique is incapable of working\
Limit: Must be a Brawler

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The silence didn’t last long, as the crowd came to life, roaring in approval of the sheer violence present in the short fight. It had only lasted for a few seconds, but the sheer power in Hiromasa’s bullrush would forever sit in their minds, festering until the legend of him would grow to epic proportions.

Go didn’t bother to announce the winner, or announce the next challenger. And no one moved to help poor Ishin, either. He’d signed up for the program - had known the probability of death. As such, he laid on the floor, bleeding his life away, while the patrons of the establisment just stepped around his body as if it was a simple piece of trash - negligible and discardable. Nothing worth preserving.

Hiromasa’s next opponent was a man named Quilong. His head more leveled, the genin actuallly afforded his opponent a glance, however languid it was. Quiling was tall and long, with thin, wiry arms and legs and long black hair that hung down his back. His face was sharp and angular, with high-arching eyebrows and an aquiline nose. Hiromasa longed to break it.

Go gave no indication of the start of the fight. The two fighters shared a glance, and then Quiling attempted to go on the offensive, but Hiromasa moved before he could attain the chance to. The speedy genin took three quick steps to close the distance between them, each long reaching stride swalling two meters.

To defend himself from the genin barreling towards him, Quiling unleashed a furry of blows to direct Hiromasa away from him. His punches were quick and wild, yet lacked the massive bone shattering power of Hiromasa’s own blows. Quiling wasn’t a true brawler, then. The speed and strength of his blows indicated a style more focused on finesse and speed.

The attacks were horribly telegraphed, however, so that when he released the first punch, Hiromasa had already moved aside, the punch sailing harmlessly passed his head. The next punch too was easily avoided, as the genin simply ducked under the blow, and slapped another punch away with his forearm. Then, all in one motion, he leaped upward, taking two quick punches to the chest, and grabbed ahold of Quiling’s neck. With a growl, he slammed his head into his adversary’s nose, directly between both eyes. Quiling’s head felt as if it had been struck by a tree, as his vision became a mask of white and the sounds of the room became muffled as if he was underwater, before fading away into complete deafness. The sensory deprivation left him disoriented, and the blow left him pained. He wobbled to and fro for several teetering steps, as Hiromasa had stepped back to allow him space to fall, as well as to survey the damage to the man’s massive hawk nose.

Just as he’d hoped, it was broken - Quiling now gave off the appearance of a true Brawler. It was bloodied as well, running thick rivulets of blood down his face. He looked hopeless and dejected, probably believing himself to be permanantly disabled. His hopelessness didn’t last, however, as the pain overcame him, and he fell to the ground, the blissful blankness of oblivious unconciousness consuming him.

[I C H I R O™]

{Learned}

[The Heron]

|| EXIT to MATURATION OF HIROMASA||