He who hits hardest, laughs hardest ~ Training!
Feb 27, 2009 14:29:57 GMT -7
Post by anarchy unbound. on Feb 27, 2009 14:29:57 GMT -7
Training~ Kentoushi: Chouba[/blockquote]??/10Chouba (Taunt)
Rank: "D"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: Brawler may start shouting out insults and such to draw enemies to him. All enemy who hear his insult that may be directed towards them
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Taunt has no defined usage as it is not considered as a NinJutsu or a TaiJutsu. This type of technique is used for gathering purposes, for challenging purposes, or even to get opponents away from the comrades of the Brawler. This technique only works within an area of twenty meters in a radius around the user. The User shouts outwards pushing his voice out towards all that could hear, spitting out insults to draw the enemies near. As the Enemies hear the sounds and the insults a sudden feel to attack the user comes forth as they all rush towards the user attacking violently.
Limit: Must be a Brawler
In hindsight, it probably wasn't a good idea after all. Kekkon, one of the few ninja in the village who was useless with molding chakra, wasn't on a mission. He'd been kicking his heels for a while, trying to find something to do with himself - but, till now, he hadn't. There were barely any taijutsu masters around for him to train under, making advancing his skills a mite tricky.
He did however remember the stories of a fighting style known for it's sheer brutality beyond all else. It used no forms or styles, stances or movements, but was pretty much based entirely around the concept of Learn by Doing - a fighting style which required getting into fights and using them as the theory, practice and refinement in one go. An interesting prospect for sure, as Kekkon was also acutely aware of how strong that style could become. The idea of mastering it and the legendary "Rage" techniques gave him pause for thought.
Which lead him to his current predicament. Kekkon had decided the only real way to train was in doing, and to do that he needed a fight. Walking into the nearest, loudest and dirtiest bar he could find, he crossed over to the bar counter itself and turned to the folk inside with both arms out, taking a deep breath, and shouted
Your mother is a hamster and your father smells of Elderberries!
Beyond getting a few strange looks, a few of the patrons simply laughed and shrugged, throwing him a hand signal to buzz off. Quite defeatedly, Kekkon could feel the sweat trickle down his brow as the remainder of the bars eyes did not leave him however. His obvious attempt at taunting hadn't quite work how he'd expected.
Redoubling himself, he coughed loudly and opened his arms again, shouting this time
This bar has as much taste as a whores arsehole, and the pieces of shit floating in here reflect as much!
That one had done the trick. This time, several of the large burly men (And a large burly woman, by chance) stood from their tables and slots, moving over to Kekkon. Obviously taller than he was, they towered over him with an impressive height whilst he looked weedly and frail in comparison. With a great grin, he took a step back and readied himself for what was to come next - the fight.