Kenjutsu Dojo, Kiri

[Runeska]

Quick Strike Training (D, C, B)
Rank: D, C, B
Effect: D Rank - Improves strike speed and power marginally; C Rank - Improves strike speed and power slightly; B Rank - Improves strike speed and power moderately.
Special: None
Drawbacks: Cannot learn Reflex Training.
Description: The practitioner is put through a series of rigorous repetitive movements to improve their ability to strike effectively with their sword. As they develop their training, their speed and power slowly increase.
Restriction: Must have a Senpai/Sensei of a Kenjutsu Dojo to learn.

0/10 training C rank


He arrived back within the dojo of Tsunahra Sensei. The works of being kage could wait for just a while. From where he stood, the blade was resting lightly in the sheath. Power… more power. It was what he desired at this point, to regain powers he once had. All he knew that this point was that his mind was still holding him back, not allowing him to use more than a certain amount of his own powers. But maybe, he could push his body once more, to those limits which had expanded once before. His hand quickly gripped both the sheath and the handle of his katana. He would focus both his mind and body, pooling it into a single clean motion.


There would be a loud scrapping sound, indicating the initial unsheathing of his sword. The motion was as clean as ever. However, it seemed rather lacking. He paused momentarily, taking in momemtn to figure out what made it feel so odd. Slow… too slow perhaps. Yeah, that’s what it was. His sword arm moved much slower than he thought it should have. The kamyuja would twirl the sword in his hands for a moment to get a real feel or it before sheathing it. He would have to try again.


Aclime was calm, sheath and blade clutched to his side. I’ve done this before, countless times. This I am sure. Do so once more. His form would crouch slightly, forcing his body to angle the sheath slightly. The handle would be pointing upwards, causing the to stand at a nearly vertical position. He was all set. All he had to do… was pull the sword. His eyes were closed as he began centering his being and pushing out the distractions before him. It wasn’t as the task was a very difficult one. Rather, it was one that normally took an extravagant amount of time and practice, practice he’d done such a long time ago. Finally, he pulled the sheath, though the mere word ‘pulled’ was an understatement. It was almost quite literally ripped from its imprisonment, freed in one burst.


Now that it was unsheath came the strike. This, he continue directly after the sword was pulled free. He simply arched his arm to the right as the dull scrap of the blade stop when it was free. With the near vertical allignment of his sheath, it meant his arm had to change dirrection. Initially, it looked like he might have pulled it a bit too slow, but the follow through was perfect. The wind parted slightly, reducing air friction as the blade completeded it arc. What he hadn’t counted on was the speed to be uncontrolled. It wasn’t too fast, just rather untamed, uncontrolled, as if to say that his skill had diminished over the time without practice. He’d almost over extended on the end of the movment and nearly pulled a muscle. But what was done was done. His speed had increased slightly from the other day… was it the other day? No matter. It still wasn’t up to par with what his memories held. He’d have to continue.

[Nurse Joy ♠]

Learned.

[Runeska]

Quick Strike Training (D, C, B)
Rank: D, C, B
Effect: D Rank - Improves strike speed and power marginally; C Rank - Improves strike speed and power slightly; B Rank - Improves strike speed and power moderately.
Special: None
Drawbacks: Cannot learn Reflex Training.
Description: The practitioner is put through a series of rigorous repetitive movements to improve their ability to strike effectively with their sword. As they develop their training, their speed and power slowly increase.
Restriction: Must have a Senpai/Sensei of a Kenjutsu Dojo to learn.

0/60


The now chuunin kage re-corrected his form, realigning what parts of his body were without the proper form. He flexed the muscles within his arms, attempting to loosen them up. He was quite sure already that this much wouldn’t be easy. If he had indeed locked away the parts of his mind holding this skill, it was without reason to say it wouldn’t be a challenge. By this time, he would have resheathed the katana in his hand again. After all, it was what he was going for, strike and unsheathing speed. Aclime bowed his legs out, the left hodling the sheath while the right remained free. It was his sword arm, the one he would do the majority of his strikes with. Concentraitoin was a must, so once more, everything else was stripped from his attention.


The sword in his hands was all the existed that moment. With blinding accuracy, the sword would find itself grasped by the handle, his right hand being the aforementioned arm to do the task. Next, he’d move his hand away from his sheath, as well as the rest of his body. This motion would arc left, keeping the sheath in its exact location as the sword was the only part of this two piece combo to find its location altered. The blade would sail free through the air as if of it’s own will. Something still felt really off though… the speed was the same, not even increased by a bit.


“Gekkido, you can’t learn everything by yourself. Watch me.” It was the voice of Tsunahara Sensei, who had otherwise remained silent the entire time. Taking up the battojutsu stance, she quickly withdrew her blade from the sheath at her side and slashed into the air once. The speed she obtained, marketable compared to his own, was more along the lines of what he was attempting to go for. “Now, try once more.”

“Hai, yes sensei” Without wasting any more words, Aclime resheathed his sword and fell into his battojutsu stance once more. It was a very simple stance as well as the least of his worries. The main concern he had was to rebuild the speed and tenacity he once had. For this, he clutched the handle of his katana once more. Concerntration was centered, and pulled the sword free. His sword arm would arc right on the draw, forming a slash, one he hoped would have greater power behind it than previously. Of course, it wasn’t that easy. There was a short increase in his speed though, enough to differentiate between what he currently had, and what he was trying to achieve.

[Runeska]

?/60

“You are too slow Gekkido. Try arcing your arm more as you slash. It will increase your speed. Try repeating the motion.” Her voice was stern and studious, the voice of a master.

A brief nod was made by Aclime and he would simply continue for a few minutes. The first attempt from here would continue in a manner similar to his first. His sword would be gripped in a vice grip, the veins in his hand pulsing slightly beneath the cushioned steel running though the blade and handle. Each time, he would focus and kick every other thought out of his mind, aside from his swordsmanship. The first draw of his sword perpetuated the movement of a rising strike, going left to right. The motion was fluent, flowing as a single movement. His training was thusly proper. Likewise, it was still lacking as well.


The entire movement was flawless, but lacked the overall draw in speed he was attempting to obtain. The flash through the air parted the space before him, leaving a slight whistle in his air. His arm had strained just a little, and although he had arched his arm as instructed, it seemed the speed increase was too small to count in the grand scheme of things. So he resorted to starting over again. Unfortunately, regardless about the number of times he attempted to do it, there never seemed to be a change in his progress. Just what was the problem though?


Another ten minutes would pass and along that time, he’d have attempted to further himself another dozen or so times. Nothing seemed to change. His frustration was growing as well. But then Sensei Tsunahara appeared before him. She was armed and appeared ready for combat.


“Gekkido, try fighting agaist me for a moment. Perhaps you’ll do better with a live target. Now, begin.”

Aclime took her advice, immediately coming forward to attack. His sword would inititially be sheathed by his side he approached. He halted about 5 meters away from her while he positioned his body into the proper stance. Taking a single step closer, the muscles in his arms would expand in contract in a manner causing his sword to rise from its sheath quickly. Angled before him, its vertical momentum would propel the edge of his katana to his sensei’s location. Just as it got close to her, she stepped out the way, as if she was able to predict its trajectory without a hitch.


And she had, of course. His attack was still slow, lacking a masters force and skill. Aclime simply withdrew his blade, sighing silently. This didn’t seem to be going too well.


“Gekkido, you’re holding back. Perform as if you mean to hit me.” His sensei said so firmly, as if there was nothing for her to fear from his assualts. Leaping forward once more, the swords would fly free, tearing at the air in its attempt to strike at his sensei. Again, it would fall short of it’s target, still not quick fast enough.

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+20

[Runeska]

20/60

Sensei Tsunahara stepped back from the tip of his blade again. Thus far, Aclime hadn‘t put up much of n imressive display. She stopped moving then, to say what she would say to an average student by this time. “Gekkido, perhaps this is when I should tell you that that the average person spends a great deal of time increasing their speed and power. It isn’t quite as simple as swinging your sword a few hours a day. You should practice more, against me, and dedicate time everyday toward this.”

Just as she said that, something began to stir within him. It was more memories, as if something had just came lose, another short percentage of what could be called his true strength. As the memory began playing back in his mind, he began to feel empowered, more so than he was just previously. “Sensei, you underestimate me!” He called back. Quickly resheathing his sword, he moved forward as swiftly as he could, utilizing a shunshin to place himself just within striking range before his disbelieving sensei.

Flashback_______

Sword resting firmly in his hands, Aclime rushed forwards, a slight clicking sound pushing forth from his sheath as the sword was drawn. The motion was swift flowing, indistinguishable from the draw as he focused his body into a single strike. Who was his target though? It was none other than his uncle, a figure he had to surpass, that he had to strike down. He was the single greatest obstacle in his life at this time, and he’d be damned if he’d step down long enough to allow him victory. The blade’s keen edge swept through the air fast, quickly making it’s way to his location. Of course, it would never actually strike it’s mark.

The harsh master saw the technique far ahead of time and simple stepped back one, the blade just narrowly missing his cheek. There, he would instantly return a strike of his own. It was faster than Aclime’s, but the younger kamyuja was in the midst of a combo attempt, having long foresaw that he would miss. The second strike was on equal footing with his uncle’s first one. As a result, the force would cancel out, leaving the pair of blades locked together, each wielder standing face to pace to the other. Aclime was pushing back as hard as could, but it seemed he had nothing on his uncle.

Yutake Kamyuja was his name, Aclime’s uncle. He would stand there briefly, doing nothing but holding his ground while Aclime seemed to putting forth all his might just to make him flinch. Finally, he grinned and pushed his nephew back, making a swift strike at his skull in the process. Aclime would block the attack, continuing his backward momentum to get away from the force. It would work, but it left him unsatisfied. Just as he breached attack range, resheathed his blade, returning to the battojutsu stance. I will not lose. I have to beat him, or I’ll be stuck in his shadow… forever.

A powerful movement occurred in a flash, a movement that could only be named as afterimage. It placed him just within striking distance of he who had to be defeated. Aclime’s first movement would be the initiation of a battojutsu slash. Left hand would have been resting on the scabbard, the right on the handle. In a flash, the blade hand would tighten, immediately twisting to the side as he pulled on the blade. The resulting momentum created a shriek from the sheath as the katana snaked it’s way out. Would it hit though? Doubtful, as rarely, did he ever lay a hand on his uncle.


____End Flashback

[Runeska]

?/60

Turning his sheath upward, the chuunin would have his hand tightly gripped around his scabbard and sword handle. The right hand would have been the one responsible for making the draw as it twisted sidesways and yanked upward. The combined momentum gave him a nearly instant acceleration to the draw, wich quickly compiled into a horrid screech, encompassing the air in the immediate area. Hid body, scabbard and katana were all within spitting distance of Tsunahara Sensei. When the sudden jump in ability occurred, the experience Sensei almost didn’t recognize what was happening. It was only through sheer experience and keen observation, that she realized the attack would have amazing speed behind it. Speed rivaling her own as a master of kenjutsu. Although, it’s not that the speed was ungodly. It was actually on remarkable when compared to his sluggishness moments ago. It was as if a pin had been pulled.

Flashback____

With complete omnipotence it seemed the katana would flash forward, severing the air between him and his uncle. The power was sluggish though, wild and lacking professionalism. Not to mention, the shreik more than gave away the attack. No, he attempts seemed futile for a moment. There was no other word for it. The blade was parried by Yutake and then countered with a faster one. Aclime tried, really tried, to catch the attack.


He pushed his body further than he previously had been able to, and found that his muslces, while straining from tension, obeyed and moved just slightly faster. But was it enough to beat his uncle? No, despite his efforts, he would only be met with the resounding twang of steel clashing against steel. The reverberation would clatter through his arm, shaking the very bone, but with his body now reaching beyond its regular threshold, he had no other option than to continue. A second and a third slash would be made by him before he resheathed and leap back.


“Boy, you better keep at it. You’ll never beat me if you have to keep stopping. Mua ha ha ha!!! Come to think of it, you’ll never beat me. Everything you are, I made you it. You’re naught but a carbon copy of me. These rudimentary talents of yours, a spare breath I sent your way!”

“Shut Up!” he yelled back. I will beat you, regardless of what you think. That had done. The darkness of his aura deepened. The Akumu was enraged, on the path of destruction, whether it be his or his uncle’s. Eye ablaze in anger, he charged forward once more. The katana’s edge came free in a brilliant flash, tempered in his emotions. A number of slashes would begin here, many of them quicker than they’d ever been. The chain would start with four strokes beginning in a rising motion, then alternated vertically to horizontally. Each was unfortunately blocked though, and effortlessly so. Did it mean he wasn’t improving? No, it only meant uncle was better.

[goliath764]

+20

[Runeska]

40/60

Still, he pushed himself full on, to the furthest that he could manage. He found that his body was now straining, pushing further into an ultimate exhaustion, but his speed was becoming more substantial and constant, never relenting or slowing down. Unknown to him, he was performing at peak condition now, but it still had no affect on his uncle Yutake. His face was in a perpetual low grade grin while Aclime’s was in a vicious snarl. But why? Simple, Yutake was barely trying.

As the first strike he made bounded off the sharp edge of his uncle’s sword, a second strike would be made, followed almost immediately afterwards by a third. Easch strike pushed his muslces further and purther beyond what could be called his peak at that point of time, making closer to an awe inspiring speed. The air would ring, sound waves reverberating across the empty space between them. His chain of successive hits would each time meet with a cold stern defense in the form of his uncles blade pushing back. All the laws of physics applied here, and it didn’t seem as they’d never relent.

End Flashback___________


Sensei Miyazaki parried Aclime’s blade attack Swiftly, despite his surprising sudden leap in ability. It was as if he’d done this before. In fact, he had. Now he was only unlocking that old ability, getting the rust off the locks, so to speak. Even now, as he was pushed away, his body’s natural muscle memory would sheath the sword again, bounding away for a brief second’s recovery. The moment he’d regained his footing, he leaped forward.


Muslces would lock into the all too familiar stance referred to as the battojutsu stance. Then he was launched again. Not even a full second later, he would land on the floor directly in front of Tsunahara san. Tilting the scarbard slightly, he would pull on the handle of his katana, twisting his grip slightly. With quick speed and agility, the blade would seemingly disappear from the sheath, appearing as a silvery streak before his sensei’s face. Strike one would be a white flash before her face, the slash nearly swiping her face. His speed had jumped again. But her reflexes were impressive, allowing her to swiftly parry and return a strike of her own.


The second strike he made would waylay her counter, nearly pushing her aside for a brief second. It seemed she wasn’t taking him serious even now. It seemed to be itching a nerve of his though, a very old nerve. Backing away slightly, Aclime made a third and final slash during a retreating movement. This one however, would strike near her left calve. She read the movement easily though, and countered it as well, leaving the pair 5 meters apart. “Sensei, please do take me seriously, for your own safety.”

“Very well Gekkido. It will be so. Prepare yourself.” From here on, it was likely to be an actual serious spar.

[Runeska]

?/60

Begin Flashback______


He was fed, and very, very sick of it all. The kamyuja concentrated sternly on the inner workings of his body. Muscle and sinew would come together at once to form and synergistic reaction as his entire body went into synch with his mind. His sheath was in his left, resting firmly but relaxed. His left hand however wasn’t quite the same. It had held his katana’s handle tightly, the blood flow in his finger tips slowly dieing away as the bone began to stand out. Then he moved.


In what would seem like an over glorified flash, Aclime pulled on the handle of his katana. The swift motion would become dangerous and deadly as he flicked his wrist sideways, charging forward in a single motion. The results would couple in his full momentum into a single well placed slash at perhaps what could be called his greatest speed. Again, his uncle met the slash head on, even pushing Aclime back a little. It didn’t discourage him though. Instead, he continue his rapid slashing motion, picking greater eventual speed and driving back his cruel master bit by bit.

The assault continued going, moving from a third consecutive slash to a forth, then a fifth, where it eventually stopped short of a long successive chain. His uncles’s grin had become wicked again, a full facial scowl complete with wild eyes. Was he taking Aclime serious now?

“You’ll never when nephew. Even after you embrace the shadows in your heart, I will remain ever stronger. You’d be better off giving up and submitting to my whim.”

“Never!!! Just shut up… and die!!! I’ll never be like you! That’s why when I defeat you, your influence will be gone forever.” A shunshin moved his body onwards, instantly positioning his body straight within lethal striking range. The initial speed was quicker than what he accomplished before, but was it enough? Ney. Just as he got within cutting range, there was an explosive flash before him, which for some reason, carried concussive force. It struck him diagonally, left to right, from his waist to shouldrs. Almost instantly, pain washed over him, followed moments later by a comforting blanket of shadows. This was his conscious mind slipping. He’d lost, go figure but there was always next time, right?


End Flashback______


It was a clash between Sensei and Student. Aclime was of course the student, where as sensei Tsunahara was the dutiful sensei, seeing just how much her pupil was capable. This time, it seemed like they’d both charged forward. Aclime’s ever agile hand grasped the katana tightly, preparing fro the drawout. The way his hands were focused pressed his arms into the gem stone at his chest. When he met his destination, his sword took on it’s own vengeful nature. Despite the fact that it had no soul of it’s own, it repeatedly flashed forward, nearly five times, each only conecting to the blade opposite to him. It wasn’t hopeless though, as their speeds seemed evenly matched.

Each slash, thrust, and stab came closer and closer to the point where if they connected, massive amounts of blood would be lost. But each attack missed, instead reverberating in the air till nothing else could be heard. Long minutes of this would pass by before Sensei Tsunara called it to a halt. “Gekkido, that’s enough. I’ve seen what you can do. This is not your first time weilding a sword, at least, I would believe so.”

“You are right Sensei, it is not. But I would like to continue. Please”

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[Randori Sakurai]

{0-10}

Nibaigiri (Double Cut)
Rank: D Rank
Effect: Two weak (D Rank) strikes at a single opponent
Special: None
Drawbacks: None
Description: Commencing from a kneeling position, the practitioner rises and draws, making a rising strike on the draw and a dropping strike as he sheathes.
Restriction: Must have a Senpai/Sensei of a Kenjutsu Dojo to learn; must have Quick Strike Training (D)

Randori walked into the dojo silently, but with a confidence within himself. As he took a step in his stride, he noticed that the dojo may have gotten a new furnishing. Or, it just smelled better from the last time he was here. The time was around noon.

The Kiri ninja felt a small wave of guilt due to the fact that he hardly visited this place. How was he to become a true master of the sword if he couldn't even get this stuff right? But in all good honesty, Randori really didn't feel like being here right now. It had taken all of the will that he had this morning to push himself to go to Kiri's Kenjutsu dojo.

Then he paused. He had the odd feeling that he was being watched. "Hello?" Randori called out loudly. No response. Perhaps the place was empty. Almost being relieved, Randori started on his way out the dojo's wooden door.

"Where do you think you're going?" A female's voice called out. Oh crap. So maybe she had seen him. She as in Usaka Tsunahara, the female sensai in the Hidden Mist's dojo. There would have been a slight chance that he could act like he didn't hear her. Then, he would make a mad dash for the door.

"I said: where do you think that you're going? Oh what? Do you think that you're too good for studying the art of kenjutsu? Come here." Great, now the mist ninja was about to get embarrassed twice as hard. Hey, look at the bright side: There's no one here.

The female sensai grabbed Randori by the shoulder. The pain was small, but it was humiliating.

"Now", she continued, "I'm going to show you a technique. Unsheathe your sword." Randori obeyed with minimal hesitation. His sword had a thread shock wire around it. "What do you call this?" Tsunaraha asked with a little bit of disappointment.

"Watch." The ninja nodded accordingly. Tsunaraha then knelt down onto her knees. She positioned her body forward, head looking straight. Her katana was at her side, and her hand was on it lightly. Then, in a flawless movement, she rose up, piercing the nearest practice dummy. Straw flew out like a firework. Then, as quickly as she did that, she sheathed her sword back in.

Randori watched closely, but wasn't sure if he could do it as perfectly. Then, with a smile on her face, Tsunaraha sensai said, "You try."

So, Randori tried to repeat. He got down on his knees. But he could already tell that he was doing the technique wrong. Just by judging the way that his teacher was shaking her head made him sweat. "No, no no. You're far too low. And you look like a hunch back. Try straightening your spine." Randori tried to obey her orders. He tried to sit up straight. By holding the position that he did, his thighs were beginning to burn up a little bit. He bit his lip to keep him from talking.

"Hold that." Randori's eyes showed pain, but he tried to do so. He lasted for around five seconds before collapsing onto the ground. "See that? That's why you're not going to master this technique."

So he bent down again. This time, his legs were poised more forward. He kept his head up, and narrowed in his eyes. Now, it wasn't so uncomfortable. He was actually beginning to feel it. Randori then put his hand onto his Sakurai Katana. He looked to his instructor to make sure that it was time to do so. She only nodded, and gestured for him to go on. Then, he pulled out his sword, but it wiggled, and slipped from his hand.

"Don't put your hand on the grip so high. And don't hold it too tight." Randori only nodded again, but was more agitated. He got down again, on the balls of his feet. Eventually, his knees would make a soft landing onto the ground. He put his hand on the sword once more. A dummy was placed right in front of him. Now he had a rhythm for it. In a slower, but more clean movement, he unsheathed his sword, and slashed at the dummy. Parts of straw came out, but it didn't explode the way he hoped. Still, it was a start.

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+8/10

[Runeska]

Nukiuchi [Battojutsu] (Sudden Draw)
Rank: C Rank
Effect: Evade a weak (D Rank or less) attack then strike (C Rank).
Special: None
Drawback: Can only avoid a weak attack (D Rank or less).
Description: Commencing from a kneeling position, the practitioner avoids a weak frontal strike, then draws to attack before sheathing again.
Restrictions: Must have a Senpai/Sensei of a Kenjutsu Dojo to learn; must have Quick Strike (C Rank) or Reflex Training (C Rank)
0/10

Flash back_______ Age 10

The little Akumu child practicees dutifully his kenjutsu. Today’s move was the Nukiuchi, sudden draw. Standing before his father, he watched the move being performed. He gripped the sheath at his side, holding it as he crouched his legs to from the battojutsu stance. Father had his sword already drawn. He planned to test his sons technique, but of course, he would only do so lightly, as not to harm him. “Now son, you must be careful.

“Yes father, I’m ready.” No sooner than he’d said that, did he witness his father rush forward to him to strike. It was a frontal assualt, a simple thrusting maneuver. It moved pretty slow as well. He took a simple moment to decide how to handle it before leaping into action. Split second deliveration was all it took before he realized it’d do him better to simply sidestep. However, his young body was a bit clumsy, causing his initial movement from the side to not only put him out of range of his father test attack, but also too far way for his own attack to have even a remote chance of hitting. When his own blade was drawn, he’d make a slash in his father’s location, one that would miss it’s mark by a very long and far measurable gap. The blade would flick about the aire for a moment before he clumsily resheathed it and came to a forward halt, skidding a bit.

“Son, don’t make too big a movement or you miss your chance to strike. Now, try again.”

“Hai!” Concentrating, the young Akumu resumed his stance, clutching his sheath in his left hand. His right hand was placed squarely on the handle of his katana, waiting a move from his father. When his father did move, it was another deliberately slow attack. He followed the motion and at the last moment, his body moved away, just with enough time avoid to attack. His body only moved a few feet away this time, and at the end of the movement, he tried drawing his sword from his side. He found the movement quick and easily flowing, and continued his next motion swiftly after the blade was free. He would focus his young mind on cutting potential, swiping his right hand quickly now that the blade was free.


The keen edge would part the air, whistling slightly for a second before coming to reach it’s mark. This time, it would not miss, at least by such a large margin. His father was well within striking range, but even a prodidy could not best his teacher in first strike, right? Rather than strike and kill, the blade would bounce harmlessly off his father’s blade as he managed to turn around and avoid the attack. Yutake turned around, once more making a deliberately slow slash for his son to practice on. Again, he would dodge, throwing another slash of medium stength at his father. Even though his response time would increase, he wouldn’t actually hit him, as his skill was on a level beyond his own.


End Flashback___________

[goliath764]

+10

[Runeska]

Morote-giri (Two Handed Cut)
Rank: C Rank
Effect: A strong (B Rank) strike at an approaching attacker (can be easily struck afterwards)
Special: None
Drawbacks: Weakened defensive ability shortly after attack is made, allowing for simple attacks to hit with ease.
Description: Commencing from a kneeling position, the practitioner rises and strikes with his sword in both hands, performing a strong attack but weakening his defence due to the time taken for the strike.
Restriction: Must have a Senpai/Sensei of a Kenjutsu Dojo to learn; must have Quick Strike Training (C) or Reflex Training (C Rank)

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Aclime stood blinking trying think of what he wanted to do his mind would continue drifting back throught his past, the kenjutsu dojo reminiscent of too many training sessions with either his uncle or father.

Flashback_________

Stance resumed, battojuttsu. Legs croucned slightly, it would all begin with a very firm stance before his father. Lesson two for today, the Morote-giri. Aclime glanced over at his father, who stood a few meters to his side. He wanted him to begin on his own. He’d watched his father do the move a moment ago, so it was naturally his turn. Shutting his eyes, he would mentally focus and prep himself for the move he was attempting. Such was needed as Kenjutsu was a very deliberate art of combat. When he’d thought long enough, he rose from his crouched positiong.


Durring mid rise, He’d pull on his katana’s handle, the blade swiftly and easily shooting from the sheath. When he’d mentally prepped himself, he’d considered that his sword would have to be drawn, and his left hand switched about so that both hands were on the katana’s handle. Or else, it would be much of a two handed cut, now would it? Angling his right hand, the blade would rise as the left simultaneously gripped it as well, providing additional speed and power for the additional strike. He guided it foreward, being sure to aim properly as if he were striking a target. The cut was moderately stronger than his one handed strikes ould be. However, it missed the drawback of the technique, moderate weakness to defense. Had he been paying proper attention, he’d realized that his body’s momentum was off balance and too centered forward. It’d be very easy for nearly anything to hit him it moved swiftly enough.


“Alright Aclime, I’ve seen enough try it on me now.” His father by this time stood before him well into striking range.

“Dad, I don’t want to hurt you, so please don’t take the hit like last time… please?”

“As you wish son. Now, begin!”

Resheathing his blade, Aclime resumed the Battojutsu stance quickly, left hand gripping the sheath loosely while his right rested on the katana. He crouched back low, as was formal, then launched upward. He was more falsely confident in his ability this time, so he began his rise, he didn’t even bother thinking a few seconds ahead. When he added his second hand to the handle to amplify his power, his speed increased, powering a much stronger attack. Here is where he messed up though. His father simply sidestepped the move. He reflexes were so slow, along with his defensive ability at that point, that the momentum forced him forward, just his father unsheathed the his katana to strike him in the face with the handle. He should have just paid more attention. Maybe he’d learn next time.


End Flashback_________

[eclipse]

+10.

[sarety]

//enter, runeska + sarety only fight...

Sarety strowled through the gates of the dojo, each foot landing directly infront of the other as her hips swayed hipnotically from side to side. She batted her eyelashes slowly as she sighed and stepped forward, pulling her headband from her pocket, a clear scar running through it. With a breath and a fiddle of fingers she would addorn the headband to her neck before approaching the kirikage.

"I challenge you for your place as Kirikage."

Sarety announced in a loud bold voice, her eyes would fix on the kage, she had no doubt the kirikage would accept. It mattered not, she would not take no for an answer. Taking a deap breath she would start to mould her chakra around her lips and mouth, heat started spreading through her tongue. Forming an 'ok looking shape' with her hands, she took another deep breath her jaw hanging open slanted as her red lips parted heaving a deep breath into her lungs, almost feeling like giving a sigh she would catch the air in her lungs. As she would open her mouth wide again for the kage, a white ball of fire would begin to build up and would be fired at 60 feet per second in the direction of the kage, this would be followed by three more and another to follow, the white balls of fire would spin though the air, spanning 3 inches each she felt a sing along her tongue as the last bullet left her mouth. Her feet even spread and knees slightly bent incase for a jump she stood, ruby red lips apart and cleavage visible heaving up and down. Her milky white skin would be illuminated when she sent the fireballs, the line through the headband would clearly visible on her neck to the kage. Her eyes would be transfixed on the kage..

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Katon: Fire bullet Jutsu
Rank: B
Type: Ninjutsu
Effect: The user focuses chakra into their mouth and forms hand seal for a fire technique the user then forms an ok looking shape with their hands the user takes a deep breath and sort of spits out the chakra in their mouth forcing a white hot ball of fire. the fire goes at about 60 fps giving someone little time to react. after the jutsu is done, the user would have shot about seven "bullets" depending on the person’s level. the size of the bullet is 3 inches

* "D" Class: 3 bullets
* "C" Class: 5 bullets
* "B" Class: 7 bullets
* "A" Class: 9 bullets


Special: rat, tiger, boar, ram, dog, rooster, horse, snake, dragon
Drawback: Most unskilled users of this jutsu will get blisters or sever burns around their hands from shooting the fire also, they may feel low on chakra or light headed.
Description: In the opponents eye all they see is the user spit out a small white projectile. if it hits them it would burn through their entire body creating a three-inch hole. no blood will pour out because this seals any wound even the ones it inflicts
Limit: Must have Katon: Fire release Skill

[Runeska]

Sugoi Shindou [Great Shockwave]
Rank: "B" Rank
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: The user unsheathes their sword with such speed and strength that they create a shockwave that travels along the ground in order to attack the opponent.
Special: Must have 3rd Chakra Gate active.
Drawback: The user must have the correct Chakra Gates open, putting them in danger of succumbing to the drawbacks of the Chakra Gates.
Description: A powerful secret technique passed down through the line of Kenjutsu, the user, who has learned to draw their weapon with intense speed and strength, finds that their technique is dramatically increased whenever combined with the powers of the chakra gates. Such is the case that by withdrawing their weapon from the sheathe at full speed, they release a screeching sound as steel moves against holder, and then, upon being free, releases a powerful burst of wind that travels along the ground for up to fifteen meters. The shockwave is about one meter in width, and is capable of cutting through stone with ease. The speed of the technique is dependent upon the strength of the user.
Limit: Must be a practitioner of Kenjutsu. Must have Reflex Training "B" Rank and Nukichi (Iaijutsu) if an Iaijutsu user; or, must have Quick Strike Training "B" Rank and Nukichi (Battoujutsu) if a Battoujutsu user. Must have the third Chakra Gate.

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“So then “Gekkido, just what is it you would like to learn?” She approached him slowly, eye closely observing him.

His eyes glanced about for a brief moment as he thought about what else he could remember. There were plenty of techniques he’d learned in the past that granted him sublime power, but should he really tried unlocking the memory of the techniques? What could occur? He moved his scuffling feet a bit, crouching his legs into the battojutsu stance. Taking a short breath, he gripped the sheath at his side with his left and placed the right upon his sheath. He‘d close his eyes briefly focusing on the image he wished to drawn on. A moment passed he found it. The right hand would pull the sheath of his katana forcing the blade from the sheath. The speed was impressive, dawning very closely to his quickly draw speed, yet he already knew it wasn‘t enough. After here, he angled the blade down in a consecutive slash, trying to see what affects he could achive. There was the sctach against the sheath, but otherwise nothing. Nothing in the least to count as an attack.


Finally, he turned his head to Sensei Tsunahara and said“I’m not sure sensei. There are a lot of things I might have known, and a lot I don’t. If you wouldn’t mind, I would like a few minutes to… as you say, shake off the rust?” That when it when it occurred, something Aclime had not expected as either the chuunin Gekkido Runeska, as his Akumu self, nor as the Mizukage. It seemed hazy though, as his mind was slowly slipping again to his past.


Flashback Age 13____

“Ah, so little Aclime has learned rage eh? You almost lost to your enemy the other day. That is really unbecoming. Must I punish you through today’s training nephew?” The two were already in the midst of their training, but the simple fact that he’d had the second stage of chaos now meant there was a new avenue of kenjutsu to learn.


He was beyond words now though. He’d already seen the move performed once, so he allowed his feet to resume the stance he’d known as the battojutsu stance these… 6 years? He activated his chaos, giving him power equal to the 4th gate, 1 more than needed, and began. Gripping his sheath tightly, he allowed his sword arm to remove the sword from the sheath, drawing at a speed greater than any he’d previously achieved. The sheath in his hand would vibrate, sending an uncomfortable tendril of pain through his arm as it shook the arm. At least, if he could feel pain at this oint, that’s what it would have been called. Instead, there was a feeling of his arm moving whilst the sheath screamed and screech from the metal scrapping inside it. A split second later, it was released. To his surprise, it seemed like it worked on the first try. He could see it clearly, the shockwave tearing the earth ground.


Had he been paying careful attention though, he’d seen that his didn’t match to his uncles. 1 meter was the target length he aimed for. His was barely half that. The distance likewise was only that of a third, five meters. He looked over to his uncle, awaiting critique and the defense he’d have to put up from a punishment of sorts

End Flashback______

"I challenge you for your place as Kirikage."

He glanced over his to his left away from his sensei. There was a slender female about twenty meters from him at the entrance. A mental exclamation went off in his mind, but it didn’t show on his face. Instead, he said, “And who might you be, young lady?” That’s when he saw the cross marked band. Really? A missing nin this bold? Surely this village is in vast disrepair. I‘ll have to change that soon enough. She’d begin the hand seals for her katon aligned attack, appearing as though she didn’t care for any of the other students in the dojo. Looking back to his Sensei, he said “Please stand back. I don’t wish to involve you.” But what would he do? Kill her? Capture her?


Kill! It is what I want from you And you can even claim self defense. You won‘t have to feel guilty.


Of course, that much was a lie. He‘d feel guilty regardless, even if it had to be done. Why did his Akumu half have to resurface now? He would ignore the voice for the time being, a slight headache slowly growing in his head. Suddenly, a number of small fireballs would be launched at him. Naturally, his instincts to dodge kicked in, causing him shunsin to the right once. No offensive moves were taken though. He wasn’t quite sure if he wished to kill her just yet. Those fireballs were fast though, each passing through the silhouette where he’d been almost before he reached his new destination.


“What is the meaning of this? Who sent you?” he called over. He was really fighting the urge to cut lose, for if he did, he might damage to dojo, among other things.

[sarety]

Sarety was upset that the attacks did not land, instead they struck the wall behind him, igniting the wooden panels into burning flames, the dojo will burn to a ground before this battle was finished. Sarety told herself as she slid an eager thumb through her white locks of hair, her hair fell around her shoulders flicking through the air, then the man asked her a question, spinning her entire body to match the position of her head to match the noise,..

“What is the meaning of this? Who sent you?”

Sarety chuckled through the side of her mouth, a twitch of a smile pulling at her cheeks, she winked towards the old man, her red lips spreading into a brighter smile, almost as if she had suddenly snapped out of whatever desire to kill she was in, she leaned in towards the mizukage, her eyes looking secretive and hands on her legs, she looked like she was going to whisper to a child.

"I want to kill you~!"

Sarety spoke with a soft charm, her voice a musical tone and chearful, the words clearly clashing with the outfit they wore, these words were followed by an action that totally clashed with the feelings she announced, this was where she kissed her hand and blew where she kissed her hand towards the mizukage. After having blown a kiss at the mizukage, she drew her back straight as a pencil. Sarety's chest heaved as she sighed, her long legs apart she started forming handseals, jumping forwards she would mould chakra into her mouth, the chakra sent goosebumps and tingles running through her body as the chakra ran over the nerves in her face, her tongue went numb as she took a deep breath, her lungs did not wait long of course to expell a thick cloud of dust. The dust would shoot out in a cone, the dust was of course just looking like dust, who could suspect dust as dengerous? Sarety thought to herself as the dust would carry on in the direction of the mizukage. Her mouth still open, she would continue to clash her teeth together.

A flammable inferno would burst in the massive cone reaching out over where the mizukage had been standing after shunshin, the flame filled cone would light up the room, illuminating her and singing the middle of her red lips, she would feel the flames singe her hair from the heat that was relayed from the cone, her eyes would blink moments before, to prevent light and heat damage to her eyes. Although the mizukage might have predicted the 'visible attack' she would still explode the dust for safety reasons, it would not be safe to her to leave a giant flamable cloud lying around.

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Haisekishou
Rank: B
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Surrounds the opponent in a fiery explosive attack
Special: *Hand seals*
Drawback: Clearly visible attack, someone else can detonate it as well.
Description: After performing the necessary handseals, the user will expel a cloud of dust in a cone shape from his mouth in a 20-meter diameter. The dust is highly flammable, and when the user clicks his teeth together, it will trigger the cloud of dust to explode, damaging whatever was trapped within it.
Limit: Fire Release