training?! [P]

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Area is nothing special, just a simplistic area in the land of moon. Nicely leveled earth and what not, covered with plants. The area is far off, so there shouldn't be too many people around.

Yay!

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Odoriko Onchou (Dancers Grace)
Rank: "D", "C", "B", "A", "S"
Skill: Tai
Effect: Becoming more aware of their surroundings the user is unable to be caught flat footed or be flanked.
Special: ---
Drawback: The user may only learn this technique by the class that they are. This means that in order to learn the "C" Rank version they must be "C" Class, if they wish to learn the "B" Rank version they must be "B" Class.
Description: Training to heighten their senses in the heat of combat, the Senbon Taitoku user under goes training to become more prepared then ever. They slowly become aware of their surroundings on the battle field, to the point they become similar with it like their own back yard. With this natural sense of their surroundings the user can't be caught flat footed or be flanked. Which means if the user was walking down the road minding their business, and a ambush party burst out from the bushes. The user wouldn't be caught of guard and would most likely except it, and will sense someone was coming up from behind to attack and will act quickly and either attack first or get out the way. This works on whenever they are being attacked. This technique however has a major flaw. The user is capable of dodging only whenever the opponent's class is equal or lower to that of the rank of the technique they know. This means that a "D" Class user that knows this technique can not use this against an opponent that is "C" Class or higher.
Limit: Must be a Senbon Taitoku user

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In battle had one always had to held a higher guard upon the forces of the contradicting force- even those that were unviewable by the naked eye, and once spotted would ones body be left only tattered and bruised due to ones reflexes only dragging them out so far. The technique known as dancers grace had been a vixen of a higher caliber as it would grow with the one who learned it- those who had been of the 'A-rank' group had been those who would be gifted by the god like power of being able to detect the problem directly underneath them, rather then being back-handed by trickeries iron gauntlet. Takeshi would be one in need of such strengths- so how would he go about learning it? T'was a thing of spiraling conflict that would be put to an abrupt stop like a spinning top.


Convincing the locals to assist him in his greater leap for strength had the floor underneath him be rigged with various traps; each of which held some form of killing potential- whether it had been of blood loss, shock, or simple explosions which would do more then halve his limbs- they would be blown off by both immense force which would only be accompanied by a quick burp of hells inferno. Quiet the murderous object, no? So with a deep breath would the Hyuuga force himself to belittle his very own eyes- he had to be able to fight what couldn't be seen; though traps weren't the only problems, sneak attacks would be of high numbers as well. So lifting his leg into the air and moving it forward would he feel a strain on his gut causing him to propel backwards with a jump- a bear trap he had just avoided.


Though the tale of his determination hadn't been one cut short as he would now continue to press forward with both might, and determination to what he would achieve at the end of this. Underneath him had been earth leveled properly by the Doton release, and underneath the earth had there been an array of traps, each of which were undetectable by the Snake eye; though that hadn't meant Takeshi lacked the ability to be able to avoid such things. Though as he would jump in the air would he feel a powerful knock to his back side, and the knock to be carried forward by momentum of mass amounts would send the Hyuuga nearly barreling in mid air as he'd collect his body in time to properly land, and then quickly jump to the left to avoid a small explosion.


Regaining his composure upon a safe patch of land would his eyes meet with he who caused such shock- a male of about his size, but larger all around; most likely an akamichi? His attack had been one unpredicted to him on all degrees... if maybe the Hyuuga could sense the strike of his tubby friend would he have mastered the next, and near the last step of this gracious technique. It was a step to victory that had been slightly damaged, yet one to be traveled if the Hyuuga was careful with his weight- his weight to be his ego. This man held the upper hand, knowing there everything had been set would he be safe, and reeking of McDonalds Bigmac special sauce would the Hyuuga know of future problems if this wasn't to be mastered quick enough.

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Feet to be use to the rough conditions of the earth underneath him would be swift to pick themselves up every single step he would take; resting like a sitting duck upon a booby-trapped field would be the most idiotic of thoughts possible, as well as that, it was a thing to perform if one was most likely lacking in the weight department- most people who had been thin had never needed to worry of weight triggers, which most traps were, but, what was the safe weight? Didn't matter now, Takeshi knew he had weighted that of norm, and more due to the fact he had of the muscle wrapped tightly underneath his body- it was really time to work more on tactics then simply brain and brawn.


Taking another swift step would he quickly jump once more as the same intoxicating feeling would force itself into his gut; t'was the sense of knowing that something had been wrong, regardless of what it had truly been, though its nature had been that of another small explosive, luckily avoided to keep his leg intact, there was no time to mess around with the simplistic traps that'd only gift one a jolt of pain, nope, it was live or die with all of this due to the fact that battle had been more then a cruel dominatrix; she was a bitch of the highest degree, and then some. So being quick on his feet would he continued his powerful leaps upon areas, each and every single jump to rescue his life that had been in deaths grasp without a problem.


Though with peripherals would the Hyuuga male see the the cannon ball rolling towards him, and with one quick jump would he avoid a powerful strike; one strong enough to send the Hyuuga back several feet- though the male of a brown mane would be swift enough to avoid the tackle as white optics would rest securely on the large man, though doing so would be but another downfall in his attack as he'd feel pain swipe across his back, his eyes to open up slightly, and his body to be flung across the air like a Frisbee would due to the sheer force he had been stricken with. It would appear as if the male had still needed practice as he'd fly through the air, once again regaining himself and landing to jump to a safe spot- what a bitch!


A few deep breaths would be token as anger would swipe itself across him; he had been beaten left and right and hadn't even a chance to strikebreak; fighting while at the same time avoiding traps? It was going to be a difficult thing, though obviously had it all be possible, and now would it be done. Jumping into the air and twisting his body as a spinning top would turn would he power a mid-air kick with both momentum and his very own strength and speed, his strike would be near deadly to the man of norm, but these two were far from it- their bodies had been made of lipids all over his body, and quickly would it be one thing he would need to keep check of. A powerful enough kick would be enough to send the man to the floor, and most likely activate a painful trap.

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The leg would connect with the breasts of the exaggerating large male, though no damage would be inflicted upon him, if anything, he only laughed as he would now make a powerful grab upon the leg of the well sculpted Hyuuga, and once the grab would be made would he be brought high into the air in an attempt to slam him down upon the earth- which would succeed, damn it the pain, but the Hyuuga wasn't done yet. Using his own strength would he dangerously twist his body once more, strength of the 7th gate to be with in his muscles, but not activated, the sheer fact that his muscles would allow themselves to stay in one piece for a limited amount of time had appeared to only back up the testament of strength which the Hyuuga had.


With the twist would the large man be sent to the ground, and Takeshi would be swift to prop himself up and begin movement before the male had a chance to strike and or the traps that had a chance of being set off, it was all a frightful thing, really. Landing on safe earth would the Hyuuga fall back and take a deep breath- he hadn't held enemies so there was no need to worry of any possible dangers, yet he had felt as if he lost- his opponent had been an undetectable force unless he had known they were there, and if he hadn't would the man of white Optics be hurdled several feet through the air as an immense pain would rush through his body; it would hurt, but it would be a thing that would only allow him to get stronger; no pain, no game, right?


You gotta concentrate more, boy.” The greasy Akamichi would speak to the Hyuuga male as he'd walk over taking a seat a few paces away from him. In all truth concentration had been needed- not being aware of the possible fact that an attack could come from anywhere at anytime had been a frightful thing, and usually a thing that most would do their best to avoid, regardless of the situation; knowing you were vulnerable to anything and everything had always been something to crush your ego, regardless of how powerful you were. If one held the ability to press pass that they would be “enlightened”[in a sense anyways] on what to do, not caring what others or themselves would think if the situation came to hand.


If anything, it was all about trusting your own strength and abilities, yet knowing you hadn't been the strongest around, meaning you'd only have to train more and more until you finally became one of the more powerful roaming the land, though that was stil such a questionable thing, don't you think? If you trusted yourself that meant that your ego wasn't in the way, meaning you know you could die, and such a thought would almost be enough to heighten ones senses, and doing such a thing would allow this technique, Dancers Grace to work in an extent much more usable for his taste. To be able to detect both traps and strikes from those of a higher rank and caliber? Amazing. To be combined properly would this male know how unstoppable he'd be, though... would he pull it off soon?

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Crossing his legs would he take a deep breath- meditation would be a thing of utmost simplicity, yet at the same time, it had been a thing that would only allow one to understand themselves more and gain that stronger feel of humanity with in their body, and doing so would allow their strength to only expand, but as well as that, their awareness. Taking a deep breath would he cease his movements, his body to sit frozen in its position as he would begin to loosen up, the only thing to move would be his dancing hair in the wind, the feel of the wind would simplistically wrap itself upon his body, and doing so would only give him a feel of it all; the wind was one thing that could help preempt an attack.


Frozen, yet aware of all around him he would feel a tingle in his gut, an incoming attack to be coming from his left, and his eyes shut would he tilt his body backwards; avoiding the spiraling loogie which had been aimed in his direction. It had appeared as if he had now been able to dodge things such as that; things not from the earth, rather from the sky, and that right there had allowed him to do such much better and more efficiently, and avoiding it would the male ultimately smile, he had gotten better, if only slightly at it. Though there had still been more to go, so a loogie really wasn't anything except a stepping stone in pwnsomeness, amirite? Getting up would he stretch his legs; he knew what he had to do, and now would he have to begin it all.


Ripping the fabric around the assortment of scarfs tied upon his pants would the male tie it like a blindfold over his eyes. If he hadn't been able to see at all, he would have to rely on both sound, touch, and then the wind pressure himself; not being a shitakuma would only limit him to two of the five, though that was enough. His mind would be focused, and his eyes would be shut, all light given at one point now gone as it'd reflect off the eye cover. He would need to be aware of what had been going on, and relying on his gut feeling had ultimately allowed the understanding of such a technique; it was not the strength of the technique, it t'was the strength of the person that gauged the possibility of using this technique.


So with a deep breath would the Hyuuga slowly begin with walking forward, and instantly would he feel the swirl with in his gut once more; to be quick and swift would allow his softy, to be precise and powerful would allow his greater victory. Quickly jumping to a safe spot would he begin to run once more, his body carrying him foreword on near primal extinct now; the traps would be a breeze as he would begin to jump. As corny as it had sounded; if one trusted themselves, then they trusted their strength, and if they had trusted their strength then they would not have an ego; but a weapon. Leaps to be quick as each step would press ferociously against mother Gaea, he was to win; and losing would be nothing.

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And now would his opponenet rush to him once more, optics concealed and left dormant by the lack of chakra pushed into them, his allies were his instincts and feel. A gut feeling would be swift to arise now as the male Hyuuga would be swift to jump back to avoid the attack, knowing that it would not be coming to strike him in the front rather then the sids, and swiftly would he perform a side-ways roll to avoid another attack from the other male-- t'was to be a difficult thing if he wasn't quick enough, though he knew plenty well he was. Body to be sculpted and gifted by the strength of the gods three-times over, no mere mortal could beat him in a arm wrestling match, none-the-less a fight of speed and strength had always been a thing in his greater favor.


With vigor would he continue his blind dance, to jump and twist in the air while he would avoid the greater dangers of all his enemies; they had been two rather robust creatures of immense strength which most likely knew no plausible bounds, which had only meant they would be a grand nuisance if not dealt with quick, though reading their moves exactly had still been a thing of luck; the greatest stroke of luck he could ask for right now, anyway. Still would he be quick, like a dancer during their most criticism available performance, he couldn't be weak, he couldn't be slow- his movements had to be exact or his training would be a failure if they had not, though he wouldn't allow such words bluntly label his training as so


The feeling of an incoming force had always been one he would recognize, regardless of how he felt; a strong, initial gut feeling would send him in the direction which he would feel was the safest, unless it had been an area attack form of technique where he simply would need to do all possible to escape and evade, and thanks to his lovely inkatens had that been all possible- he would be set in the goods. Avoidance, speed, and most of all reflexes; if you had been quick enough to move your body without hesitation that would either tire your opponent out to allow you to strike, or catch your opponent off guard to strike, speed was a necessity in battle, and depending on what scale of danger, to move five meters in a singular flash? Nowai!


To move like liquid would be a good way to describe Takeshi's fluid motions, quick and precise, yet all at the same time correct in their nature of escape. T'was truly a skill which allowed one to live past any certain exasperation dates in battle, by allowing you to predict what couldn't be seen would you be left completely safe; there would be no one- nothing to stop you at all. It was if one had finally found that greater meaning in life, that greater understanding of power, that one rush to victory that would only make you want to strive forward- he was going to do this, he knew it now, and now his body had been saying it. Avoiding both the giant lugs and the traps; 'twas what he had been doing, and he had been doing damn good!

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The guns and roses on the battle fieldl; the flying fists of the large male's, and the equally large traps set upon the plan floor which he would leap across. A boring thing has it truly been, repetitive movements to become stale as time would begin to elapse, and the two large lugs attacking him beginning to grow tire; the traps to now nearly be completely gone; oh how he had gotten better! How he had the upper hand. T'was much too good to be real, and hastily would reality move on forward to begin with a world of pain; if things had been quicker, stronger, larger then one would have imagined. To be able to avoid those things would not require just sensing, but at the same time ability to even move at a pace such as that.


Quickly would the digits of his opponent fly as his body would nearly triple in mass, his size to increase slightly in height, but immensely width as he would now become a ball in shape, a ball that would now whirl ferociously in his direction; 'twas a thing of high speeds. In all honesty he would need to be swift; things such as this would be prepared for at a young age, the abililty for his body to properly grow in strength whilst he had grown was all due to his training, and he only trained for a ginle purpose, and now would he train harder then ever; to only train to protect the ones he had adored, his precious people would be kept safe under his hand..

though he had neglected ears to hear of his failure...

He hadn't even known, nor would he ever know.. An elongated vacation would be the singular thought that would loft around in the large mind of the Hyuuga male, for he would never imagine the death of his lover, though he had been foolish to keep such a mindset... and now to only grow stronger to protect the dead; the dead he would never see once more... her body gone from the heated lands of Hi No Kuni. Though he would train like a fool, to only become stronger in order to do what he sword to himself. These akamichi and traps had been naught but child's play compared to his skill. He would win this, and words simply spoken would be difficult to fulfill- though not for this male.


Quickly dodging the flailing bastards which would progress rapidly in his direction would he be quick to run up an offence. Every time the balls of fat would make a sharp turn would they slow down rigorously; thats is how he would strike them down. Repent would they need to as he would begin to finally win this all; his opponents to be naught but babies in his strength and intelligence as he would begin to hurry through it all. As one would be swift to pivot would he begin with a powerful run in the direction of his opponent, and upon doing so would he hope high into the air, and with the momentum would he deliver a powerful kick.

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As the lower limb of the Hyuuga male would rip through the air would he be quick to halt himself- this had been training for a thing called evasiveness, his body had already been crafted enough for the training of physical attacks; though he still had things to work on. Halting mid kick would he now simply fall back onto the ground, allowing his body to connect with the rough exterior of mother gaea. What other ways had there been of training? What had he to do... what was he truly planning to do? To grow in strenght, right? For rivals and loved ones; his sister to be gone for the last 20 years- where had she been? He didn't know, but he would figure out.. one way or another.


The ability to sense attacks of higher caliber had been more then a gift, but a blessing. To allow his body a greater safety from the harmful physical attacks that could so easily destroy it if they ha been powered enough and correctly; but 'twas a tale he had yet crossed paths with. So swift to collect himself would he do a move of simple up-bringing, a move which would only require him to push against the earth roughly and allow his own arm strength which would really him to fly upward where landing on the ground would allow him to regain his composure. Flexibility had been a thing needed to evade, no? He had that!


Being quick to dodge an incoming shuriken would he throw his body backwards, back bending a reasonable amount and the wind which had been torn by the speeding death-star would beat upon his face- he was fast. Quickly regaining his height would he be swift to jump to the side, body aware of his surroundings and the incomings strikes which would only bait death. Once dodging that would he press towards the earth, jumping high into the sky and flipping slightly, landing once more would he avoid a spiraling ball of man which was aimed solely at his direction. His reactions now swifter then ever- this wasn't going to be /too/ difficult anymore, 'ight?


Quickly standing up would a large hand grace the back of his head. No mercy to exist in the delivered slap, and due to the lack of such a loved variable would he now rest face first on Mother Gaea; it was truly a powerful attack, one he wouldn't forget, though embarrassment had enveloped upon his being- how couldn't he avoid such a simplistic thing? His detection of the hand hadn't existed... though he had gotten closer now, he would get it... eventually. So standing up would he dust off his being once more and simply set into the Jyuuken basic stance as eyes of white would watch in front, and gut feeling would take care of his rear.

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Had he finally met the end of such a long road of turmoil and regret? To train his senses in a manner which would leave them to be only more heightened had been more difficult then he had imagined. The thought of leaving such a place with no scars of battle, no regrets in pain; but no, that wasn't the tale. Body to be beatened and harmed in ways that were once familiar to him, a way that had been but a story book of his child hood- Chapter two. Pain to had always been a close friend of his, whether it be self caused or gained by rigorous days of physical exertion. The Bokken with in the Dojo of Kenjutsu to forever be engraved on his lower back.


Though such stories had made him what he was today; a drunk tobacco addict with a fist that hurt like a bitch,. Well, not the prettiest thing when explained so bluntly, but it had truly explained him. His body to have the durability of a Rhino and above, skin to have grown accustomed to the wooden blade of bitch-slappatude located in the arms of his Sensei, his senses to be heightened, and his reflexes to be more advanced then those of norm, in most cases... he was god. Speed, strength, durabililty, expertise, and that cool ass cigarette to hang out the corner of his mouth at the darkest hours of night. Not being able to perform this would only be an insult, not just to himself, but others.


Once more would the same hand quickly maneuver its way towards the man of bronze skin, though this time would he feel it. Standing where he stood would he swiftly roll to the side, evading the strike so well that by the time it would meet where his head originally stood had he already begun to formulate a counter attack. Muscles to be slightly worn and torn now as he would commence it, though that had meant naught a thing, whilst he jumped would lids softly fall shut as thoughts would begin to collect with in his cranium. Had he finally done it? To sense attacks from areas away to the extent of being able to dodge before they had ever dreamt to connect and destroy... he had done it?


Legs to fly wildly now as body would twist and turn in all its might. His powers to be undermined by these large males at one point, but now would their chocolate lenses pry themselves open as their body could only stand frigid.. they couldn't evade this. Leg connecting with to the side of their blimp size head, and their bodies would only but flail to the side, and his own to only land on the ground, fuck! They were durable. Though that mattered not, he had done it, he had accomplished it all. To say less would be but an insult.. though he still had a ways to go; his senses weren't of god levels... yet.

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So, Yawning he'd start training!

oyes!

Senkou-zuki (Flash Thrust)
Rank: A Rank
Effect: Near-Instantaneous powerful (A Rank) thrust to one opponent
Special: None
Drawback: Can only be used once per hour
Description: Using a vast amount of Chakra, the practioner nearly-instantaneously (similar to the Body Flicker Jutsu) draws and thrusts an opponent and sheathes again - this can be avoided with the right Jutsu's and skills.
Restrictions: Must have a Senpai/Sensei of a Kenjutsu Dojo to learn; must have Quick Strike (B Rank); cannot learn if mastering Iaijutsu; Must be a Taijutsu Master

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Initiate F.L.A.S.H BACK.

'Twas a day of Gods Crafted normality. The Sun high with in the sky, its vibrant yellow rays to illuminate the entire earth that faced it daily, ready to embrace its powers. The winds strong, yet gentle to the mind and body as the soft scent of dew would sing a serenade of pleasure to ones spirit. Tis a day nine years back in the past, about the same time our protagonist, Takeshi, had begun to fully understand the stronger meaning with in the style known as Battojutus, a branch in the beginning of all sword styles; kenjutsu. At this point in time, Takeshi had been but a naïve to the real world, a boy who had let his morals drive him foreward

though things would take an eventual shift . . .

With in the barracde of wooden structure would there be exaggereted huffs for air as a yong boy would struggle to stand upon his feet once more, being slapped down onto the covered flesh of mother gaea by his Sensei's Bouken; it was a thing of great embarrsement, though what came with reddened flesh and the flushed face would be a learning experience that would only entice his strength to grow to keep such a thing from re-occuring in the most unsightly of places; especially if it was in public eyes were words of defamity could grow and reign supreme. I was difficult; it truly was. Though as of now would porcilean optics look to the floor as body would shake and tremble itself upwards, shoulders fixed broad as gaze turned silent upon the towering man.

”come on...”

The young Hyuuga would mutter under his breath as he'd rush foreward in a run of heated race back by a flaming passion to strike down his sensei. His run would be powerful, his brawn would be immense, but his spirit was weak. The boys stance to be improper by the lack of attention, and his Sensei would use this to his advantage, swiftly drop kicking the boy would he then raise bouken high into the air and slam it down in a fit of rage, though not rage as one would espect. The wooden sword to give the noise of crackling once, twice, three times before it laid dormant in his hand once more, its wooden fibers to wail in agony as the strike had only teased the soul of his weapon.

”You're weak, pay attention...”

He would mutter such words once as he would turn around tocreate a distance. Though there laid the boy of rich blood, on the floor, mouth gaping open as he had lost the will to even control that, eyes open as he would struggle to breath... still had he failed in such obscure manners- he had only brought shame to himself. Time would elapse and slowly would he stand once more, body aching as ones ears when placed next to a ringing bell atop a yonderyear church. He would struggle up as eyes would be soft, thoughts to circulate with in the brain behind them.. just what had he been thinking?

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Things never seemed to add up, even if you paid enough attention. The boy known as Takeshi had always seen things differently; things to him had to be earned rather then given, and that even included the rights of his blood limit. Since a child had he been pampered, and with all the hate his rather small body could muster did he detest it; those who took what had been given for granted and never worried of the troubles the out side world could brew like the God-defying logic in a which’s kennel would hold. Takeshi never liked that aspect of being tended to, he was a man, and he’d do it himself. Though he knew that wasn't the way strength had been gained, as his ego, though large would be swallowed as thin lips would part to vocalize his request.

tell me… how to get stronger…

He’d mutter the words in-between huffs as his body would make slow recovery from the soreness that enveloped it entirely. The miniature bouken he held with in his hand rested dormant as its silenced scream would wail about the air, though it would only be unheard- it wanted redemption, though in the hands of the young, learning Takeshi, those chances were miniscule. He had been angered, flustered, he tried, he really tried! Though his strength had been many bars under his sensei; it was like he was a fly, and his sensei the frog… He would try to get around, but his Sensei would stop him and devour him with his own speed and strength.


”firstly… you needa learn to keep your temper under control”


Words easier said then done; a lot easier, actually. Though he knew it was true; to wield the blade properly, one must have held the ability to surrender both mind and body, and even emotion to the deity's with in the sky. To make their body but a vessle to allow creatures unseen to battle for one, this sword would be but the mediator of this all, the enterance for the celestial beings to go through. If he learned how to harness strength in ways new and profound, maybe he could do this? Maybe he could accomplish the un-accomplishable and become one with the blade- one with his own body. Would he himself someday meet the demanding requests for the strength that even the gods.

all ya needa do is concentrate...


Words that would spew from the lips of generations before. Though, these things had been honest, they had been realistic, though he wouldn't be one to accept it right off the bat; he had experienced it all. When one had concentrated things would almost seem slower, things were calmer and made more clear sense, ones eyes wouldn't struggle to understand the unseeable, though, then came along one fact; Takeshi was of the Hyuuga blood.. He was a god in human form by just blood right; thugh he hadn't understood one bit of it at all. That strength of a god inside? A dormant thing that remained motionless as long as he remained the way he had been, though with years would that come to a change.

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You must understand yourself...

The dull voice of his sensei would echo through the empty dojo now as his eyes would seem shut, Takeshi releasing a painfully annoyed sigh, and then proceeding to sit beside him. To fight effeciantly, your movements most slow, they can't be slow, but must be quick and ready stop... Simply vocalized would a deep breath be taken, it was true in the greatest of ways. When it called for battle, one could never be filled with thoughts of anger and remorse, with thoughts of rage came sluggish and ill-thought movements that would simply ends one life, and the epic of a swordsman was one that would need to expand, and expand far it would. To tell tales of god-like ecounters that only the God Mars could only survive.


Optics of milk would be sealed shut as mind would swirl in balls of colors and in waves; he would need to clear his mind, or at the very least make an attempt to do so. The swirls and ribbons would soon settle in place as his mind woud take him to a new place in scenery. The angry smirk upon his lips now gone as time would continue to lapse with in this area of tranquility. One must have been intuned with their body in all aspects, and now would he aim for the mental portion of it. If he could understand himself in a higher plain then in the physical world, then he would accomplish another step in the ladder of victory; though, thats if he could do it.


Though what had seemed tranquil in his mind hadn't really. The plain green scenery with chirping birds would quickly disolve as one of black night would appear in its precense. The moon high in the sky as loud cries could be heard, and simply watching would he view his barely five year old self, and his mother, her eyes wet with grief in sorrow. This image in his mind had been the reason why he trained so hard for all those years; that sole night had been what changed his perspective on the Shinobi world... That would be the day he would ask his father for training; his mothers tears would entice what the sages of leaf would vocalize as the “will of fire”.


Though on that night had he himself gone out to quest for his sister. Being but a naïve who couldn't barely activaite his very own Byakugan at the time; he was a small joke of a child at that time.. but he didn't care, he was a peace loving child- a peace lover as he is now; had that been another reason as to why he would continue to train? To keep those who deservered to live alive when they themselves couldn't do such a thing? Hell, such a thaeory could be backed up even more if you truly placed thought into it... He had trained to protect what really was important to him; his Late Yuna was one of them; but he hadn't known the secrets of it; not at all... Maybe she was at home, in a nice little git-up waiting in bed.

... but she truly wasn't.

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Though that memory would swiftly wash away as the fine sands on the shore of a beach during high tide. Though still woulod colors envelop amongst each other, blending as they would do so, ribbons and bands of color to play out more scenery of memories long harboured with in the recesses of his inner-most mind. As things would settle once more would he find himself in the dojo of battojutsu for the first time ever. The fresh scent of blood to linger about the air in a mixture of sweat, and the salty extracts of ones tears which would rest upon the floor- water works caused by the lashing the wooden bouken. It was the reality of the way of the swordsman, tears, sweat, and blood was not just a catchy phrase.

such thoughts...

It was then would he realize that he had naught been the only one that treaded upon the vast path of reason. There would he meet his practitioner, and age man who's body laid a canvas of red mars; his vessles surface more decorated then a vase of greek ages. The skills he had been practicing and honing with others had been that of the blades higher caliber, a step which the body truly became a weapon of mass destruction by itself alone. The technique christened Senkou-zuki would be what his sensei had been perfecting in that now, and that he had. His opponent of spar would fall straight onto the earth with a face of shock that would quickly dispel itself as eyes would cringe in horror.

a beast of cold weaponry

The singular word that would be thought up by the young child as eyes would widen at the malicious grin taking form upon his lips, though viewing its completions would be disturbed by the pivoting of his body to face another opponents, it would seem as if there had been a self-tournament araising with in the dojo, and the body would watch in awe now as he would be given his first experience of what a true master could accomplish. Eyes of whites would drop to their corners though as thoughts would amass in a cloud of question- could he really do this? Or would he be cut down short just as the man before. Had he the will to place his body in the way of harm for strength.

He did.

Though een with intimidation misted around thickly had he been capable of signing up for the dojo. Raising up his bouken would he swing at the air, its weight would simply increase the power stored with in his arms, running with the weight would power his legs. Though, that technique used... could he use it all? Could he learn its strength and majesty, or had he been too weak-- had his body even been powerful enoughto do it at all? That was a question one could ask him when he had finally set his mind, he himself couldn't answer... but he could only dream. So many memories would represent so many points with in his life... though it helped him.

[roko]

[?/80]

Though quickly would his mental trance disinigrate as mind would shift back to its state of physical world. It was time to finally step foreward and slice down those who opposed him with the strength he hald with in his blade; he knew he was strong... but it was time to get stronger. Standing up would he release a soft sigh; oh how the years flew by, yet how many memories he could really count upon his fingers and hands. He questioned his child hood in the beginning- what child hood? He was raised, graduated the academy, met yuna, and was devoured in the quest to accelerate in forms of strength and power. Right now had he been stronger then your average sighter.

Eyes of milk would fall upon his blade as they would decend to the proper corners, though swiftly would they fly as he would now begin the fluid movement of an extremity towards the very hilt of his blade. Eyes would be swift to collect the slight disturbance of the shrubbery around him. Swiftly would there be a surge of chakra to his optics as all detail would swiftly immerse itself all around him, eyes making certain that his own life would be perserved. All detai around him would summurse in a mere second as a smirk would swiftly mold upon his lips; a laugh of pleasure to boom from his vocal cords as he'd now await for the enemy to surface. Three others; where they out for his bounty?

Quickly would the rustle of shrubbary roar across the field as the blade would rip from its sheath in a rage of passion. Swiftly would the blade rise in a way of defence to deflect the steel craft that flew at him, and then swifter would he be to jump up and avoid the swiping kick that would be delievered by the second of the trio. Jumping high with in the air would a powerful kick be delivered to the chest of his opponent, and by doing so would he ascend through the air once more, back flipping in the process, and while in the air would momentum build to masses undescribable as he'd now faliail the katana like a weapon towards the stumbling man, the cold steel to break through his chest as a fist would paper.

The still it hadn't been done as hand would drop and grab upon his kriss, his short weapon which he'd swiftly use to deflect the flying Shuriken in his direction, each trying to impale his chest though the fruits of their travle would prove unsuccesful as they would collide and be smited upon nmother gaea's flesh in a fit of rage. Swiftly would he force his weight beneath him as he'd attempt to land on the earth once more, now would it be time to strike them down.. could he do it or would he be one left to rot in the office of he who requested his bounty? Though he could only imagine; he could only think of what it may have been.

[roko]

[?/80]

Battle had always been an event that would be swift paced if allowed; one could never let themselves be ungaurded during such a thing. Even the slightest breath could end a abttle, and if there was problem believing that fact, then one would surely die. Battles in the ninja world were swift, for they would only last seconds as one would need to do their best to make certain to end it early before fatigue would immerse its monsterous affects, and with that all would only become more difficult, regardless on how one saw it. Though being a man who lived and thrived for the thrill of physical strengths, he couldn't help but simply mock such a factor; his body was the vessle of the factory, the machines laid inside.

Quickly would he lift the weapon in a way of defense as the possible problem would only continue to grow from the fruitition of his enemies effort. Quickly would more bodies be seen in the distance with his god eyes as he'd make certain to keep a ready guard. Quickly would he dodge roll to the right, doing so would allow him to evade the vertical slice that would be attempted, and quickly regaining composition would he piviot in a crouch, launching himself foreward in a powerful lunge with kriss ready to strike strong, though his opponent would be swift and would swiftly lay his blade diagnolly to avoid the being slicced by the minature dagger.

Though the man wouldn't expect the force that Takeshi would fly foreward with; the strength backed behind him had been one all powerful. Knocking the man onto the earth would the hyuuga use it to his advantage, choking the man with his own blade by applying preassure properly to move it, to force his body to move it. Offing the man would he roll off, evading yet another spanking from deaths obscure image. The blade would dig itself easily through the flesh of the deceased as Takeshi would quickly stand himself outword; he had to make certain he survived this... He had more left to do then one would imagine. Strength had been a thing he had yet fully mastered.

This had actually been training; this really had been a work out as he'd learn to utilize more then just one weapon and think upon his feat. Now would he do away with this weapon as well, quickly flinging it like he woulda kunai deeply into the chest of his opponent, knocking him back as he would do so. Now only left with one weapon would five now immerse' out numbered in both numbers and weapon, though he could do this without a problem. A smirk fixed upon his lips would he rest easy, expecting a strike from anywhere, and he did well doing so. So with lifting an arm would he simply massage another.

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[roko]

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Oh the blood lust that built with in him as a malicious grin would be birthed by the events before. Eyes of odon would fall dull to their cornors, yet the laid aware of all that happened around him, and the moment movement would begin would a cackle unleash itself from the depths of his vocal chords. Body would swiftly pivot as a dash would start foreward, and doing so would a run innitaite from all those around him, though he was the quickest. Drawing katana would he give a powerful diagnol slash, the force of the strike to shatter the steel of his enemies weapon, the bits and pieces to glisten in the bleak sunlight as as the blade would continue to fight foreward, having his opponent with ease.

Though back now exposed would he shunshin foreward 7 meters, creating a space of seven plus meters as he'd now turn around, blade held in the stance of Kenjutsu as eyes would shut themselves for a second. Memories to flood his minds as waters would the broken flood gates. The years he trained under kenjutsu woulod fly into his mind as he would fight with composition compared to his loose slash and cuts, though they had been powerful things; regardless. Quickly would his eyes shoot open, each of them to now send a strike foreward, but using the basic arts of Kenjutsu would each be deflected, up down, left, right.

This had been a rigorous exersice, for unlike before, he hadn't known what was coming at him, but now had he fought for his life; knowing the fact that he could possibly lose it... Would he be cut down in a blaze of glory or would he live another day to find other hidden means for death. His wishes could wait as he would now return with strikes, using furhtered arts in the epic noted as “battojutsu”. Quickly striking would the force of his cut wail through the air as the steel blade would sing its balled for the raining blood which would poor from the heavens above, or more or less explode forth from the containing body. It would be a blood bath that would never be forgotten.

Swiftly would the steel blade of a devil fly with on going might as the male would unhand his opponent of his own weapon, sending It flying, and now would his own hand bleed as digits would vanish high into the sky. Quickly would he place the blade in a different position, catching the strike of another on the guard, and doing so would he use force to send his opponent back, cutting at the opening with all his might, halving yet another man. Today would be the day his named be known; the day his tale would be renown and known by all around him. His body slowly growing tired.. though his strength yet to be understood. These fools would regret it all.

[roko]

[?/80]

It was of ease really. Cutting down two men in mere seconds would he fly about the earth, removing the others from this physical plane. They were but fulls to believe they stood a chance compared to him; they were but naives of the greatest caliber that held those unreachable dreams, even if they practiced- some things just couldn't happen, even with dedication. Ones minds was a powerful thing, but their body even stronger, and some lacked that strength. With ease would the remainder be washed from the surface of Gaea, their souls to fly high into the skys as all they would do is show remorse of their own demise. Their slaying would be his awakening, though all of them wouldn't die; there had been one.

Eyes would be fixed upon his rigorously as blade would be sheathed, though its tsubasa to be left bare to the world to signafy its antsy to strike those that defiled his own art. This technique; the one he had watched so many years ago as a child would come to his mind, and at that moment would the near instantaneous strike come to like as there would only be a blur and the noise of steel proding itself into the leather sheath. Eyes would race across the field as the figure of the final man would stand there, his bodies stock filled with chakras to the brimming point' this man had been no where near the push overs. With the same grin as past seconds would he channel his chakra... mind dead set on winning.

Chakra would be swift to build up now as ice would remain shut, and when it would reach its brimming point would he rush foreward, the blade barely blare as eyes would shoot open. Rushing foreword would his opponent hold the blade up to defend, he would release it in a roar as the blade would whistle through the air in a hiss of rage as eyes would grow stern, facial features would follow. The blade unseeable by the bare eyes as it'd rip straight through the very blade of his opponent, shards of steel to fly all over as the cranium of his opponent would stay in tact for one second, though a moment later would it slide off, falling upon mother gaea, blood drenched and all.

The technque used ones chakra in the strongest of ways, by forcing it to cut clean through one with both strength and speed; a combination so deadly that they wouldn't notice they died until seconds later; it was a technique of the gods- it was if Masumune had crafted the technique itself. Resheathing it as needed would he release a sigh and simply turn around' it was time to return to civilization' it was time to GTFO outa here. His body tired, but his soul strong as the same smile from the beginning would return. Memories would entice his strength, and battle would seduce it. He was a god in mans flash, a diety in thin paper.

[Megumi]

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[roko]

Iaijutsu Stance
Rank: E Rank
Effect: Allows the use of Iaijutsu Forms.
Special: None
Drawbacks: None
Description: The practitioner moves into a bow stance, their main hand resting over the hilt of the sword without gripping it, and their offhand resting just under the hilt on the sheath; they stand slightly crouched, able to easily move to a kneeling of standing position for their forms.
Restrictions: Must have a Senpai/Sensei of a Kenjutsu Dojo to learn.

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Once more would colors collaberate into an array of art as memories would shift back to their warmth of years past. At this time he had been 14; powerful and ready to face the world, so so he acted. Eyes to be strong, and will even stronger, a prominent user in the art known as Kenjutsu, but also an expanding user from what it appeared, or hell, a user who had yet to learn what he truly wished to accomplish with in such a basic art. Iatajutsu had been the style of defense, using the blade as both your heart, and your shield in battle in ways that would surpass that of norm. To be able to withstand attacks of destructive nature with the most simplistic of ease, and its successor, protogera had been an art that would only expand off the basics of Iaijutsu, and further power someones grips on the world of shinobi- to extend so far as to use ones chakra to bitch slap the might of god to the side like an unfaithful hooker.

He would need to remember this; he would need to be able to perform it once more. Ligments would slowly slide into place as mind would stay strong, uprooting such deeply planted memories. The stance had been one that required a hand to rest upon the sheath, and then requiresd the said performer of the technique to crouch; the crouching as you would imagine would be such a thing that would even out the force of a blow, scattering it all throughout the body rather then letting that momentum strike strong in one singular area. To be able to block properly, one had to be able to catch strikes, rather then rest like a duck and await for them to immerse in powerful numbers, and that he could already do... though this had only made it easier. Hand on the hilt, eyes fixed towards the sun, and body slightly crouched; would he be able to understand the arts of this style? Or would he simply use this style as a turn to for when things would represent themselves as tasks of difficult tidings. Though what ever her had chosen, he would advance into this art, whether he do it mediocerally, or stand up stall with blade to side, ready to prarry one strikes with the utmost of ease. His weapon would be not just for offense, but for defense... and his body would be so to as he would age.