Senbon Taitoku Dojo [T][P]
Mar 23, 2009 20:49:22 GMT -7
Post by The Heron on Mar 23, 2009 20:49:22 GMT -7
- Hana(Female) of the Hidden Village of the Mist - A whisp of smoke is the best way to describe this trainer. Her long gray and black hair mixed with her short and slender body she seems to be ethereal. She is quiet and patient with students only speaking when needed. She is young and youthful but something in her past makes her quiet. Maybe the scar on her face has something to do with it. A long scar down her right cheek is the most interesting feature. It is said Daichi asked her about it once, she refused to answer and he respected her wish. It must be something important.
Dojo - A massive enclosed area of lush greenery.
Senbon Taitoku Stance
Rank: E Rank
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: A way of holding senbon that adds to all attacks made with them.
Special:None
Drawback: Required to know for ALL other Senbon Taitoku jutsu
Description: Holding the senbon between knuckles but also holding their wrist back and the senbon farther up then most senbon users hold it. This adds to power and accuracy and allows the Senbon Taitoku to master their craft.
Limit: Must be of the Senbon Taitoku
Rank: E Rank
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: A way of holding senbon that adds to all attacks made with them.
Special:None
Drawback: Required to know for ALL other Senbon Taitoku jutsu
Description: Holding the senbon between knuckles but also holding their wrist back and the senbon farther up then most senbon users hold it. This adds to power and accuracy and allows the Senbon Taitoku to master their craft.
Limit: Must be of the Senbon Taitoku
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He had never before seen a young woman with gray hair, though the gray was broken by streaks of black. She seemed demure almost, speaking very softly, talking only as much was necessary - nothing more. Her face was soft and welcoming, save for the jagged scar that ran down the length of her cheek. She stood before a class of one; only Hiromasa.
“Mimic my stance,” were the only words she spoke, and the only instructions given.
He studied her for a few moments before attempting to rebuild what she had showed him. He studied the exact tilt to her harm, the placement of hand versus body - anything and everything he saw was catalogued, processed, and analyzed.
Holding his senbon between knuckles upon his middle and index fingers, the senbon wedged between the digits securely, though loose enough to allow him to throw the projectile if need be. He moved his left arm so that it was positioned across his chest, angling upward from his left ribs to his right shoulder. His wrist was curled exaggeratedly, just as Hana-sensei’s was. He appeared as if at any moment he would let the senbon fly forth from his hand with a simple sweep of his arm.