The Dojo {Private}

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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 minute
Description: Using a vast amount of mental focus, the practitioner nearly-instantaneously draw, thrust an opponent and sheathe 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); Must be a Taijutsu Specialist

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The Akumu was done with the old dojo simply because the dojo was trashed, but he was not yet done in all truth. His current predicament left his body with dormant muscle memory but no actual memory of how to accomplish the move. Sensei Tsunahara simply moved the lessons to a different location, one that was a bit older, but even larger. “Sensei I would like to see the Senkou-zuki. It is the technique I would like to learn at this moment.”

“Very well Gekkido. You must understand before you see this move even once, that it can only be use once within a 60 second duration. Choose wisely” With that, he watched her take the battojutsu stance . Sensei Tsunahara appeared to focusing a lot. Aclime gave every bit of the attention to the most minute details of her from, being sure to spare himself from no detail. And then she moved, in a single powerful and swift movement. From his own view point, he attempted to menatally slow down what he was seeing. The attempt only worked slightly, as it allowed him to view the initial movement she’d made. There was a flash of a blade, which he’d been able to discern as the draw of her sword.

Also with the same movement, the blade became loose, free of its imprisonment. Her body became a single body flicker like motion, although he was aware she’d used no such technique. That attack seemed full of power and energy, but he knew she couldn’t demonstrate it again so soon. What would this leave him with him with? Private training. It would start on his own the moment Sensei Tsunahara left to attend to other maters. He’d immediately resume the battojutsu stance, focusing on the wall a few meters away. Tension picked up within his body as the muscles tightened and loosened, preparing for the move.


Suddenly, A blurred creation happened around him as he initiated his movement. His katana would be freed by his hands when he pulled on it. Simultaneously the same motion would angle the sword in his hands forward and he’d push off with his left foot, then the right as it too came forward. With the very tip of his sword angled straight ahead, it would be only as simple as using the proper footing and force to propel himself forward. This was presumably what he used as he his right foot hit the ground to push him forward. But something was terribly wrong with his movement, or rather it was his body itself. The movement was slow, sluggish, and lacked the expected finesse he planned to use.

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What was the cause? Was his focuse off? No, it was as tempered like steel, and so it should have worked properly. In his mind, he knew the technique, and could even remember training it many years ago with father. However, it seemed the body was somewhat out of work with the useage of the technique. It had to be from lack of use from his weaker half. He’d make him learn this technique over, if that were the case. Concentrating, the Akumu would form a cross with his fingers, bringing into creation, a shadow clone. At the same time, he would transfer his own conscious to it, giving control back of the actual body back to the kamyuja.

And so it would start there, very subltely at first. “At last, I see my other half face to face. I must say you disgust me thoroughly.” The red eyed Aclime would say this very harshly to the silver eyed Aclime

“I will not take criticism from you, a shadow of my former self.” The silver eyed Aclime was very cold and stern. “How is this possible anyway?” He seemed somewhat alarmed.

“Your clonning technique, obviously. Did you think I’d never make use of it myself? Now. Do you remember… Senkou Zuki…” The word would echo in his mind, slowly resurfacing further repressed memories.


Flashback______


Aclime’s muscles struggled grasping his technique. As Sensei, his father had already shown it to him a number of times. Recovering from his last break, he resumed the battojutsu stance. His left hand gripped halfway down the sheath of the katana with his right hand gripping the handle firmly. Both legs rested firmly on the floor from a semi crouched angling. His mind during this time was prepping itself, slowly siphoning out all the distractions around him. It took a while to put in the proper amount of concentration, but a number of seconds later, he was ready.


The movement would begin simply, but at the highest speed he could handle. His semi crouched from would step forward, pushing upward so he was rising. At the same time, the sheath would buzz with a blurring movement. That would be the sword drawing from it’s holster. With the exact moment, his arms would extend forward, angling the blade into a thrusting movement. His left foot stepped off and pushed forward powerfully. The motion would contain enough power to launch him forward, or rather, it could have.

Something went wrong within the movement. Perhaps it was his footing. Maybe he was positioning his upper body wrong. Perhaps, even, his timing was very poor. One thing glared obviously at him, and that was that this attempt at the move was flawed, and a great failure. His muscles tensed up just as the movement had begun. As an affect, it subtracted nealy all the force from his thrust, in addition to only propelling him a few feet forward. His feet would skid a bit as he forced himself to a halt. His entire body seemed sore for a moment. It was incredible strain. It was perhaps the reason why his father wouldn’t demonstrate the move more than a few times, and never consecutively. Flexing his right arm some, he tried to get the movement back into it, but found the tense muslces taunt, like tied cable wire.

End Flashback_____

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POV-Aclime



“Yes, I remember Senkou Zuki. What about it?” He watched the Akumu shadow clone’s stance closely, as it barely trusted him even though they were the same person. He was in the battojutsu stance. Is that what he wanted, to fight here? He did know though that one good strike would easily end the shadow clones existence. There must have been a catch, or some kind of plan that Akumu had in mind. He decided that he’d end it quick, before things could get out of hand. Giving him a peculiar glance, Aclime crept into the same stance, legs bowed slightly to a crouch. His left arm cradled his sheath firmly within the palm of his hand while the handle which controlled the killing edge of his blade rested securely in his right.


He watched for a second , trying to get a feel for what the Akumu would do. However, he was only standing there. The muscle tension was likewise very tense and menacing, but there was no hint of movement. Aclime decided to begin first. What he would attempt would be fast enough so that there would be no hint to his movement before it actually occurred. From his stance, he began to focus his body, clenching the muslces to stimulate them. Then, forced out the outside influences and myriad thoughts going trhough his mind, for he concentration had to be undeniable. Finally, he began to run a buffer of chakra inside his body, coating the muscles, joints, and ligaments, as well as synching every possible movement that would occur in a moment together.


The time lapse was only a few seconds, though the move was supposed to happen in an instant. But why was he taking so long? Simply put, he was aware that it had been some time since he’d done any of these techniques. As such, mistakes could occur without precise movements. Despite his carefully thought out and deliberate procedure, that is precisely what would occur. He began his movement in a masterful blur, calling upon his taijutsu prowess to create the sensation of instantaneous movement. Utilizing every ounce of his body’s natural abilities, he pulled the katana free with his right hand. Within the same movement, he would thrust forward, performing with enough finesse so that the unsheathing and forward strike were a single well performed movement.

Next, his left foot stepped forward further than the rest of his body. It was the initial movement intended to power his speed. It wasn’t, and couldn’t be enough though, so when the right jutted forward, it should have provided the necessary movement speed and power. But something had went off. When the right foot stepped forward, it over shot, just a tad. The overshooting meant he was trying to launch himself forward without proper footing, which would only put extra strain on his boy. As such, when he pushed off, the leg muscle strained and tensed up taunt, preventing it from moving.


Needless to say, it stopped the entire technique. Although the sword was already free from the sheath, and the movement took less than a second, up to its failure, he only had enough time to stop himself from rushing forward. He’d trip and fall downward, though his sword would angle the same way, it’s length piercing into the wooden floor boards. It was the only thing that stopped his body from immediately dropping to the floor. Such was his strain.

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Akumu Shadow Clone PoV

He watched from his prospective stance, five meters from the Aclime controlling the real body. He could see his lesser half tensing up, preparing to move. His reason for even assuming this stance was to goad him into attacking first. If he did that, he was sure the kamyuja would attack., causing him to reveal his progress. The Akumu doubted there was any. His lesser half had lost too much of what had been taught to perform even with muscle memory.

Focusing, he would grip both his sheath and his katana’s handle very firmly, crouching lower at the same time. This would give his legs the appearance of being spring loaded, ready to pounce and strike. However, he already knew that was not where the attack came from. It was meant to utilize the whole body in synch. He was not yet ready to move yet though. Instinctually, the body was not ready to be pushed in such a manor. Instead, he continue to focus, visualizing the technique he would attempt in just a moment. The whole time, the muscles in his own body began tense to up and immediately relax. It gave the slight illusion of movement. It was that time when his half reacted. The simple muscular movement would convince the silver haired wonder that there was an upcoming attack, and that’s when the actual technique
began in gusto.

The Akumu’s silver haired counterpart was tricked into acting first, and failed at the move he was trying. It was the same move the Akumu was trying, so he simply followed up. The tension building in his muscles released themselves in a single flash. Although in real time, the flash was a single motion, if slowed down enough, it could be separated into three distinct yet simultaneous motions. It was the legs which would move first. The single motion twitches had been practice for the sudden movement as the first leg moved forwards. It’s step would make way for the second leg to push all of the body weight and momentum forward. This would give the required speed for the technique.


At the same time, his upper body sped into action. Prior to the move, he’d been set in the battojutsu stance. As he began the technique though, it would be his right arm which first moved. It would remove the katana from it’s sheath, the swiftness of the movement almost going unseen by the naked eye. Without a pause or break in between, the right arm would angle the blade forwards. As it reached forward, the left hand would exchange the sheath for a handheld on the sword’s handlde, cupplying extra strength and energy. At that point, the two individual parts of this flash were complete, and it be the third part where the two combined. Speed and power would create the illusion of instantaneous movement, at least, if the move was done properly.

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Original body Aclime’s PoV
Aclime’s careening motion forwards screeched to a painfully sudden halt as his sword jabbed into the ground. It was the easiest way to stop himself after his move failed. At the same time though, it seemed he’d misjudged his Akumu’s movement, as it was a ruse. The real attack came just as he caught himself, body still crouched forward. The attack was almost untraceable, and aimed for his head, which would otherwise kill him. However, at the last moment, he was able to pulls his blade up. Instead, the thrust technqiue would slam into the flat of his blade, throwing his crouched position a few meters away as well as knocking the flat into his forehead.

He recovered quickly, his legs still sore from his failure. It was a close call, but his Akumu alt was obviously still remembering as well. Stepping further back, he resumed the battojutsu stance, shrugging off the slight pulsing in his forehead which came from an over obvious lump. He had to do this fast, before he alt could properly recover. 5 meters away, it mentally instructed his body, attempting to draw out latent abilities once more. It was, if nothing else, a tricky affair.

Flashback_____

“Aclime, do you need to rest? This technique is quite taxing on the body.

“No, I’ll get it.” he nodded his had firmly. It shouldn’t be too hard to do. His muscles were still stretched tight, tension causing irritation in them. However, he had only tried the technique a few times. Resheathing his sword, he forced himself into the battojutsu stance. Both his legs would come into a high semi crouch, left hand gripping his sheath again. It held himself there for a moment, giving the muscles a moment to rest before taxing them out again. This pause was only a few seconds though, barely a enough quality rest. However, he wasn’t supposed to really stay still for too long.

Based on the amount of strain his body had previously sustained, he decided to start slowly this time. He this by test the reaction of his legs. He pushed these forward, bouncing of a bit from his toes. His left foot would move first though, followed shortly after by his second foot after the first had landed. It was slow, but he counted the distance he moved as he did this, It was a short few meters as well. It as a start. He repeated this a few times at this same slow and safe pace until he could get used to the motions. In a bit, he’d have to do it for real.

Next, he began practicing the actual drawout. This employed him resuming the battojutsu stance again. From there, he simply practiced the repetitive motion of drawing the sword and pointing it forward. The motions was very slow first. However, it was done deliberately, as to condition muslce memory. Accuracy began to develop after a matter of minutes. When those minutes accounted up to five, he paused. His body was starting to develop more and get used to that general motion, but would it hold up to the proper channel of speed?

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Continued Flashback.______________


Young Aclime began tempering his mind and concentration again. Slowly, the various sounds around him began to drift away, fading into the background, till everything felt silent. He’d just opened up the channels of his mind toward his body. He was about to start the technique seriously again. Resuming the battojutsu stance, he allowed his muscles to tense of lightly as he prepared to move. When he felt ready to try again, he took a breath. Finally, his right hand began to move. The unsheathing was very slow in his mind, as if in slow motion. He could the vibration in the steel, the ring in his air tickled slightly.


Before the blade was free and the light could glint from it edge, his right foot stepped forward, giving him the start off he need to steady his ground. From there, the blade freed itself, the ring clinging to the air for a second. Instantly, he turned the blade forward and pushed off powerfully. It was the left leg that would accomplish this motion, the momentum rolling from the heel of his foot to the sole, then the sole to the balls, where it would transfer into his forward movement. Just as the sword angled forward, his other hand, which had been gripping the sheath, would also grip the sword and push forward harder. It took only a fraction of a second to accomplish. The fraction of a second began the explosive movement. Every bit of collective energy he’d used pooled up forward, creating his attempt at Senkou Zuki.


It was a doomed movement however. The footing was off, ever so slightly, arm movements just a hair’s length too far, too rigid. A snap shot view of the height of this movement would reveal his arms to slightly mis-angled, pointing downward instead of straight ahead. That is why as he moved forward, his balance would tip him forward. There, with the great speed was attempting to harness, he’d trip, almost flopping over his arms. From there, his moment carried him into a head over heals flip, him landing on his back.


End Flashback_____


He snapped back to, a few seconds passing by in the meanwhile. His body was still poised in the battojutsu stance, his embodied Akumu persona still in post Senkou Zuki. Pushing forward, his full body would almost fly forward, an almost in distinguishable blur of movement. Dissected, a person could have seen the glinting flash of lighting off the keen edge of his katana. His arms were powering themselves forwards, firsth with the right arm which held the sword, then with both after the left hand left from the sheath. The motion intended to put in a full amount of strength.

His legs which moved in a similar blur of movement personified speed as the swapped locations, each pushing forward split seconds from each other, moving forward. A whooshing sound could have been heard as his location became vacant, his body soaring. At last, it was the speed he was searching for. The very point of his katana slit throught the air, gainning speed as it go close to it’s target. Just as it would have it, a clashing ring could be heard. His arms burnt at that point, lungs exasperated. Both his legs were strained, pushed to be incapable of movement. What happened? Was he successful? Had he struck down his other side?

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Continued Aclime’s POV

No contact was made with the flesh of his physical alter ego. Rather, the Akumu managed to pull his sword up and away at just the last moment. Rather than crushing him, Aclime instead delivered enough brute force with his attack to push the Akumu’s arms into a type of shock from the reverberation. It was that shocking vibration that had been enough to drive both their swords from their hands. From there, the swords flew at a high velocity, continuing until each struck an opposing wall. The ring they made echoed through his ears for a number of seconds, even after he’d begun to move.

Before he had the chance to register what had happened, the Akumu reacted, quickly jabbing him in the face. The punch hurt, but it was an obvious distraction designed to give him a free second. With that second, Aclime sought accomplish the same thing, reclaiming his sword. After a moment of staggering, he body flickered to the opposite side of the room to where his sword clung to the wall. He was shocked to see that he’d actually recovered first. Turning to the side, he reasheathed his sword quickly, resuming the battojustu stance. If he timed this just right, he’d get his attack off just fast enough to catch the Akumu. His concentration quickly fanned in a raging flame. This was getting very old very fast. His shadow clone turned to face him. The time was upon him. Quickly unsheathing his sword, he leaped forward…


Flashaback_____

Slowly, he began picking himself up from the ground. Soil and such marked his countenance in various locations across his face and legs. Every muscle in his body seemed to be tense. It took a moment for him to physically pick him up. His body was still not used to this technique, evident by his latest slip up. Aclime reached over carefully to his sword, being careful to only grip the handle. When it was firmly within his grasp, he hoisted the rest of his body to his feet. Why was he this tense? Why couldn’t he move properly… and more importantly… OW[!!!/I]


“It hurts..” he muttered softly under his breath. But if I push through it… The strain and struggle, he pushed them off with great effort. Resuming his stance once more, he squared off, trying to correct his posture and such. A few seconds passed by as Aclime focused. Standing still, the pain gradual subsided slightly, giving him enough respite to at last move. The muscles within his body suddenly snapped forward. First his strong arm would pull his sword free from the sheath. His right leg stepped forward quickly and pushed off. Next, the left leg…. CRASH!!!

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He was wrong. The respite was not enough, at least not to try the move again. Just as the left foot hit the ground, his ankle would extended to give his body that extra push need to begin its speedy assault. The left arm would attempt to switch from holding the sheath to holding the sword handle along side his right hand. From there, if he had succeeded, it might have given him the proper standing and footing to finally fulfill the technique. Instead, his body tense up uncontrollably. It seemed every muscle, every joint, and every nerve ending suddenly screamed. It was the breaking point. And now, there’d be no more movement from him, period.

End Flashback
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Aclime’s POV

It’s working, he thought. His body moved forward with an uncanny bit of grace. His body was aligned properly from head to toe. His sword, while angled forward, cut cleanly through the air. There was no back draft, and nothing that felt like it was holding him back in the least. Foremost, was the speed of the technique. He’d felt it when he worked up the last bit of energy as his feet pushed off. There was even the sound of an object moving faster than normal. That object was his body, and it quite literally disappeared for a moment as he moved to pierce his target.

Akumu’s PoV

He had just recovered from the last clash when both swords flew about the room. Even with the added few seconds the jab to the face had given him, he still managed to get there a few seconds slower than Aclime. This was not by sheer luck, or even a miracle. His very presence upset Aclime, and he knew he’d want nothing more than to defeat and destroy him. With that in mind, he knew Aclime would rush forward to try attacking before his body had recovered. He turned now, just hearing the swish of his movement. But Aclime had recovered quicker than he though, or did he?


Angling his sword downward, he pushed off, moving away as the impact of the attack hit. It was so powerful. Maybe he remembered now? No, that wasn’t the case. The initial impact jarred and vibrated both is arms for a mere second, but it only managed to push him away slightly. And it was only after when he saw the bulging muscles nearly sticking out of Aclime’s skin. Yeah he could feel it, that was for sure. He doubted he could even more properly at this point.

With a swift kick, Aclime was sent sailing as the Akumu kicked him squared in the jaw”You idiot, it seems my efforts go unrewarded. You remember nothing. Nothing that makes a difference. Your emotions blind you.” Just what drawback was he referring to? Of course. The strain on the body was enough that this technique could only be used every minute or so, less the user render their body useless.


That time was now. He waited a few seconds before even moving, just for good measure. It was about a minute. Suddenly, he assumed the battojutsu stance, his upper body straight and tall. The lower was crouched slightly, his legs bent so he could move forward further. When he started, everything moved in synch, in one fluid, flawless motion. Right arm drawing the sword, left foot launching forward and then planting on the floor firmly; It seemed proper. The left armed switch swiftly from the sheath to join the right hand and pushed forward. Finally, the right switched forward and he launched. The air whistled fiercely.

It just at that time when Aclime got up from the floor. His body could just barely move. So horrible was the strain, that simply rising gave the Akumu the necessary time to wait and perform the technique properly. And then, the sound of tearing flesh filled the room. His body was pierced, run through by a cold sliver of steel. It burned un controllably. He managed to move slightly to the right on pure instinct, but even that was not enough. The blade cut through and pieced into the lower right side of his body and flew him to side. "Your own ignorance is your greatest weakness. Maybe you’ll learn after I’ve beaten you enough."

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Aclime’s POV

Flashback_____

“Son rest. Rest for a good while. Not everything must be gained from tireless efforts. Sometimes you have to take a step back and give things time.”

“But I… I can do it….” he responded weakly. He was hoisting his body up another time, against the onslaught of strain against it. The look on his face said Pain is an illusion, and I must be stronger[I/] And yet his body wouldn’t move. It lay struck paralyzed where it lay. Even twitching his finders hurt.

“I know you can, just not now. You have to think wiser about what you do. Senkou Zuki is not a technique to be tossed about so recklessly. Sure, it is immensely powerful, but the power comes from you body, and can not be pulled from so quickly. Your rest is your penance. So act mature about it and reflect”

It was simply what he did, by act of force. He couldn’t more for near 15 minutes. 10 minutes in, he was able to turn himself over onto his back, and from there come to a slow rising sit. When enough time had passed, he looked over to his father and rose slowly when he was given confirmation. When he saw a defensive stance taken up by his father, he realized it was his time to act again. Reaching down, he picked up his sword and withdrew it to the sheath. A short resetting of his posture and realignment of his foot set him back in the battojutsu stance.

Taking a short breath, Aclime looked forward and concentrated. This time, he moved quickly and in synch. The four limbs involved in the maneuver would be flawless. Just as every other time, his right arm and lift would move, one pulling his sword, the other moving the body. The other pair of limbs likewise responded milliseconds from each other. The right leg would spring forward to project pure speed into his motion while his left arm switched to pushing the sword to. From there, that marked to completion of the technique.


The actual hit was a different story. His body disappeared seemingly without a trace as he flashed forward to strike at his father. Through the air, he cut in a thrust. When he reached his father, all of about the next second, he was surprised to see himself met with nothing. Of course, he didn’t expect to actually land a clear blow on his father, the one who was teaching him. However, he atleast thought he’d force him to draw his sword to defend himself. But he appeared to have dodge completely.


“Yes, that’s well. Not, try it again, but wait till you’re able.”

This time, he did take notice and wait. It was the only sensible thing to do. The tension was there, all over his body. If he did that exact move again, it would no doubt likely render him useless paralyzed in pain. So about a minute later, he attempted Senkou Zuki once more. It was another flawless move, marked by tension in the body afterwards. He remembered that tension. If he ever forgot again, it wouldn’t be very pretty.

End Flashback

“Shut up. I fogot” His voice was weak after getting hit. But it didn’t look like his battle obsessed alter ego was going to hit him anymore for now. What was he doing, tutoring him? Was he really that bored, or was there something else?

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Fuuton: Kamisorikaze (Wind Release: Razor Wind)
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Creates a small domain a centralized area. This technique is used to cut, and push back opponents that are within the same sphere distance as the user in which is capable of performing the technique.
Special: Handseals slamming hand onto the ground.
Drawback: Effects allies caught within it as well.
Description: The user performs the handseals and them slams their right hand onto the ground. Immediately, a burst of wind extends outwards, forming a dome of violently spinning and twisting wind. This effect lasts until the user takes their hand off of the ground or one turn, whichever occurs first. This technique is capable of sending the opponent flying off into the distance of half of the user's capability of performing this technique. The technique's distance depends on the user's class level. When first learned the user is capable of performing this technique within the distance of ten meters. For each class level the user is higher then that of "D" class the distance increases by ten meters, as one who masters the art of the Wind Release adds in an extra ten meters.
Limit: Must have Wind Release


<Random flashback training I never posted before>

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Gekkido’s defense worked quite well in this case. However, such wouldn’t be the case forever. And how could it? His practice opponent would have become It’s only taken the chuunin a few seconds to be sure of which technique he was using. Now having the knowledge that the technique had been meimei hei, things would begin to change. He wanted to be sure that the newly graduated mist nin, Gekkido, had a true affiliation for wind. For that, he’d have to check and see which techniques grew to be more prominent and natural for him. The chuunin, a master of suiton go figure, would create a quick string of hand seals, expelling a large blast of water from his mouth. The blast however, would only be delivered after a leap into the air.


As the water approached from overhead, Gekkido realized that a meimei hei would likely not protect him again. A second later, a thought came to mind, a different technique. This one required him to place his hand upon the ground. After that, he couldn’t really tell what happened with it. In the brief bit of memory, he’d see a whirlwind sweeping a body away from him. Again, he slightly recognized the affect as something that might work to his advantage, but still, he wasn’t quite sure what he was doing, or why these memories, so grayscale and vague, kept coming to him. Perhaps it was a subconscious survival instinct.


Regardless, the newly appointed genin would form the hand seals from his memory. The vagueness would force him to move very slowly over the hand seals. The number was only six, but progressed many times slowly than it normally would have, since he still had no clear knowledge of the technique. The water finally begin closing in on the last ten meters, and he’d only just landed on the alst seal. Perhaps he should have just evaded and not took a gamble on a vague thought. No, he’d gone this far, there must have been a reason this came to mind.


At last, chakra surged up into his right hand as he activated the wind release, or at least that’s what he hoped he’d done. A brief fluttering outline of wind formed around his hand. It quick movement was cool and refreshing on him, yet he knew that alone wasn’t even about to help him out. That left the last phase of his memory, using the move via projecting it into the floor. Swiftly, his right hand would connect to the ground in a swift downward slam. His timing couldn’t have been more perfect either, for the water projectiles by that time was only about five meters off, and still closing in.


As soon as his hand connected to the ground, he felt an immediate shift in the air around him. The whirling chakra around his hand would pool outward in a quick rush, spinning violently in its formation. As it passed over his body, the wind would become a slicing dome, quickly picking up momentum and force. Within a passing second, the centralized spin had become a strong wall and once the water hit another second later, that’s when it would be put to test. Gekkido’s right hand remained on the floor pumping steady chakra into the wind around him. As this happened, the water would attempt to pierce through the wind.


Such would prove ineffective though. As the wind swirled with a razor creation, the outward push of it would carry the water away from him as it suddenly began to break against the whirlwind. The jounin above would only dirt and such fly out the way before crashing into the water, which would be caught into the wind. The wind however would continue to push outward, first to ten meters, but then slowly pushing out to twenty. It wasn’t done yet either. The wind continued until it reached thirty meters, something the chuunin was not prepared for. For the process had only taken the second after his hand hit the floor. It was a sudden flash before the whirlwind was before his face. He’d only been but fifteen meters away, so when the wind struck him in mid air, it would literally throw him, or rather bat him further away. Sure, he wasn’t harmed much, but it did serve to increase his assertion about Gekkido’s wind. Now knowing that, things might get a bit more interesting.

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Joufu Maindo (Warrior's Mind)
Rank: "D", "C", "B", "A", "S"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: The Warrior of the Senkou Kensei Kenshiki style within the Kurçjî Ryuu Hiden discipline must have an understanding of random movements to better combat against those around him. For that they must be capable of feeling out attacks, seeing an attack before it happens from behind or being flanked before it happens. Depending on the rank of the technique the user is capable of reacting through subconscious mind against attacks against the user in different manners such as being flanked, and from behind. This technique makes the Kurçjî Ryuu Hiden discipline fighter incapable of being surprise attacked.
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: A technique where the subconscious mind, where the subconscious body reacts just as they are attacked while flanked or while their back is turn. The body reacts in such a way to where they are capable of withstanding so much. This technique makes it where the Kurçjî Ryuu Hiden discipline fighter is incapable of being surprised attacked, a sudden second sense kicks in as their body screams out to them yelling at them telling them to move, duck, dodge or anything else within that manner. Whenever a disciple of Kurçjî Ryuu Hiden walks around they act awkward, they are never normal. They seem to be oblivious towards their surroundings but they are always aware, never tense. 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: Taught by a Master, Must go under the Kurçjî Ryuu Hiden Discipline


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The Dojo was an extravagantly large place. It looked almost like an indoor fighting arena, except there were a few ornaments and decorations about. The Akumu glanced about a bit, admiring the handiwork. And to think, this was only the secondary dojo, the place that was used after the original place was burned down. He wondered how long Aclime would be out cold. He did not like the way things appeared. He felt like he was being watched, somewhere behind his back. Something was definitely off…

There was a sound behind his back, like that of a creaking board. Someone was here, but just where? And wouldn’t they show themselves? His senses were very sharp, tempered and edgy, yet composed. He was not imagining things. That’s when he heard it again. Another creak. It was behind him again. He quickly turend behind himself to face the person that was apparently spying on him. Because of it, he almost missed it.


There was another sound again. It was not a creak. It was more of a pitter patter, except that there was but a single sound rather than a repetive foot motion. If he wasn’t mistaken, someone had just moved, and rather fast. He had no time to react either, before his body bean to give him the warning signs. It was his nerves that would act up first. They’d give him a twitching spasm feeling through his spine, urging his body to move. He’d find the subconscious cues there first. He wasn’t accustomed as of late, to move in such a manner though. As such, the mental message that actually set his body to motion came about a three seconds later.

By that time, there was a keen whistling sound in the air. The sound was easily recognized as a blade, a single katana more than likely. But who would dare to attack him here, and now? He had no time to give heed to such a thought, not that it mattered. Someone had made an attempt at attacking him, and for that, they would pay, one way or another. The Akumu’s body inched away sideways, moving at an experienced level of speed to dodge an attack from behind him. The expert movement is was spared from what may have been a very painful shoulder thrust.


His body would whirl around quickly to catch glimpse of an older looking man, late twenties. He was dressed in a simple robe, with a decorated sash that the Akumu recognized as a kenjutsu belt. He seemed exceptionally skilled. He was about to question the meaning of this, when he heard another pitter patter sound. He reacted as fast as he could, but it just narrowly graced him the evasion of a different attack. Again, it was his nerves that acted first, reacting with an almost instinctual twitch. The next second, he stood facing two men. They were identical, like twins, accept the belts didn’t match.

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He scoured the pair for a moment. His visage was if nothing else, pissed. Not one, but two people had attempted to attack him from his back? Just who did they think they were? And who did they think he was? Powerfully, his body moved forward in ferocious blur as if to meet them both face to face. Looking, around, he coulds see no one else around though. When he reached the spot, both of his attackers were gone, having lost sight of them mid attack, it seemed as if they’d spilt up on him. He halted in his tracks almost immediately. Their were more sounds around him…

The first heard were the sounds of foot prints. They were exceedingly annoying for him to pick up on, as they came from behind his back. But was distinctly two steps he heard, which he assumed to nothing more one person. When he turned around, he felt a disturbing aura . The aura came from within himself, his gut flinching anc squirming. Again, it was a warning sign. His energetic body would only witness one person, as he thought. Originally, he turned to comfront those behind him, but it was at that time that he realized the folly in that.


His exquisite mind was able to detect the attack or rather the feint coming from behind him. However when he turned to deal with it, obviously fooled by the ruse, only to pick up on the real attack seconds later. Despite the glaring obvious warning signs his innate senses were giving him, he reframed from taking any actions until he head an all so familiar sound. Snikt, followed by a scrapping sound. The small and slight click would no doubt be the drawing of a sword. The precision snap was akin to someone very adept within the battojutsu style preparing for a pretty hefty attack.

Had he been listening more carefully to his own innate abilities, he could sense the attack coming from behind him quicker. Instead, the whooshing sound of steel cutting through the air would quickly take place. The sound was halted and shattered when he turned to parry with his sword. The forceful impact was intense though. It occupied nearly 100 percent of his un-enhanced body to stave off the attack even though he still got pushed back a good deal. Where did this leave him?

This left the Akumu’s back exposed to the one that was now behind him. Needless to say, his body was giving the warning signs once more. This time, he swerved his body to the right and pushed off away from the first man whom he was sword locked with. The attack missed by a small margin, the second man swerving just enough to miss his twin. It was at that time when he witness the pair standing together again.


“Well Hello there Kohai. You’re not quite as bad as we thought. You can call me Myagi Senpai and him Myogi Senpai.”

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Kohai? That meant that they thought him to be inferior. Fat chance. Leaping forward, he slash at Miyagi, the man on the right. His attack was moderately fast. That however missed and had no baring on what they did first. He could see the odd challenging expression on their face. They intended to dominate him. Not only that, they intened him to call the senpai. As if. Miyagi didn’t move though. Instead, Miyogi stepped into, parrying the attack and pushing away. As he skidded to a halt, he got a tingling sensation throughout his back


Duck, dodge right, or jump? Each word represented a different course of action. The three words were presented as choices simultaneously. His action of course would be to dodge right. Simpy put, a duck might protect him from a high rising horizontal cut, but not from a vertical slash. Jumping would no doubt protect him from all but a leaping attack, but only for a moment. Seconds later when gravity took hold, he’d be defenseless till after he landed. And so, that left dodging right. It was risky, but a big enough right slide, or left for that matter, should protect him from either form of attack with minor consequences.


As the sense of impending attack crept further upon his exposed back, the Akumu would slight left a grand distance, ridding the side of his opponents sword for the duration of a few seconds. Gritting his teeth, he yelled out, “As if. Senpai my Ass.” The words were full of menace. Moving forward again, he attempted to cut Miyogi with his katana, rather than Miyagi, as Miyogi was the one that was deflected his attack while it wasn’t aimed for him. The other twin didn’t step in to fight him, so he rind himself lock in an intense flight of combat for a number of seconds.

It was a furious dance of thrust, duck, slash, feint, slash, dodge, with the majority of the evading movements being his own. Interesting… until his he got a sudden itch his back. The feeling was unsettling, but he’d have to get used to it. His senses were alive and livid, meaning that as long as he was fighting two opponents who fought like this, he’d either always be flanked or have someone at his back. Needless to say he pushed forward with his katana with just enough force to gain movement space. With it gained, he moved further back for merely a second, and struck forward again.

The very fact he too to movements back made it so that by the time he went to attack Miyagi was where he was. The reason for that was because Miyagi had leaped to attack his back one more time. His strike would have been a dead on stroke as well, but he’d made a vast miscalculation. The two twins were not quite so bad. In fact, one of them was at least very proficient in repelling attacks. This twin, Miyogi, caught him off guard, using a very high ranked Iajutsu technique the swayed his strike to the side before striking him in the chest within the same motion. Angered beyond all reason, the Akumu’s body poofed into a cloud of chakra smoke

[✗ Kaeor ✗]

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He was only in the body of a shadow clone and so the strike would destroy his constitution. As this occurred, his conscious would transfer back into his body. As if in response, the body that had been Aclime’s, lying upon the floor, suddenly sprung back to life. The eyes would latch open, blood red, those of the Akumu. The body was still bloody, and seemed to have a hard time moving. He would reach in his pouch mid rise, pulling a blood clot pill to stop the bleeding. The rest, he could care less about.


His eyes locked on to the two once more, or tried to, but could only see one of them. Great! he thought. It was a jolt sent throughout his entire body that would alert him this time. His expression became calm and stoice though.. He was beginning to get serious. By the time the jolt had sent the tremor to his toes, he’d already long since turned to receive an attack and allowed himself to ride with the momentum of the attack. Once he’d scrapped along the side of the attack, he drew himself close and took a jab at his face. The man he attacked flinched and stumbled a few feet back. It was not intended to be his serious attack, rather, it was a revenge tap.


There was another urging itch in his left flank, the man he’d just hit being on his right. Responding quickly, his body would turn to the right and sidestep before his mind had the chance to consciously react. It served him just as well though. His first reaction after the side step was to strike right, in order to cut the man on his lower thigh. By doing so, he could, if nothing else, slow the man down and make him an easier target to attack and kill later. Quite a shame though, that he sought to kill a man who was supposedly his senpai.

It appeared however, that the attack was a bust. The man moved, with enough speed to pull a temporary disappearing act. Again, responding at a moderately faster pace, his gut told him to turn around, which he did immediately. The result was him catching an attack on the blunt of his sword with relative ease. It was a horizontal rising cut from the left, so he forced the momentum downward. Even with that, there was no time to inflate his eager over the failed attack

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The jolting feeling within his body was steadily becoming more intense. It wouldn’t be too much longer before he broke free of his current assualt in favor or a quick and effective impromptu dodge to the left and slash. The jolt was alerting him that the other twin had moved to attack again. When he turned, cut, and moved all at once, it almost caught him off guard. Instead, he’d find the the attacking twin called off his attack last second. It was, above all else, very annoying.


“Eh, you’re not too bad Kohai. But you really should watch your mouth in front of your senpais.”

That was it. They were going to get it this time. He knew better than to simply charge forward blinding. His dry and cold façade made him seem quite empty. Focus was much better than just moments ago, but even so… he felt the most uncomfortable feeling he could imagine in position. He was being watched, by many eyes, not just two sets. At that time, there was a barely audibly whoosh sound. And…

Immediately the nerves in his body jolted. jump!! The command was instinctual, and he followed it quickly, leaping into the air with great agility. When he looked below himself, he saw four more people present. Of the four, he realized in an instant, that if he’d stood there a second longer, he’d have been surrounded on all sides with swords likely at his chest and such would have been very hard to manuever out of. But with that in his mind, thing just got a whole entire notch more interesting.

He landed a few meters outside of the ring of assailants. He was crouched on one knee, eyes on the four of them as they turned to face him. They too seemed moderately skilled, but not as skilled as the two who confronted him first. Which brought up a very good point… just where were they?

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“!!!” Mind and body acted in synch. The nerves said there was danger encroaching but at a breakneck pace. His body tingled and mind jolted. Both of the twins… were gone. But he hadn’t even had to time to visually note this. At the very least, not before he moved out the way. This time, it was a body flicker he had to use to escape. He very easily recognized one of the moves used as flash thrust. But that was besides the point

He was stuck on the defensive from a 6 man ring. At this point, he’d have to bide his time for a moment. He stepped forward to try and cut at the twins, but he found his body itching and screaming again. A large sized leap backward would portray one of the four new people to have been coming in for a downward cutting attack. This was evaded by canceling his own movement and taking a step to the side, in which case, the figure landed in front of him while he was at his side Swiftly, he launched into flying knee to the side of the guy’s head, sending him on a trip across part of the dojo.

The leap was perhaps, a bad idea, one that left him no mobility, though the man he’d hit would no doubt, feel that in the morning, if he got up. The moment he connected though, he felt the odd tingle once more. It was from his spine. Spine meant the back, and while in mid air, that almost explicitly spelled out death, right? Incorrect. Using an inkaten, he’d direct the flow of his body forward faster, thus stopping anyone from attack his back through conventional methods. When he landed, his speed was too much to grind to an instant stop. Instead, he arced and swung his body when his feet hit the ground, causing him turn to face his competition.

As he drew his sword, felt a jolt go through both shoulders. A flanking? Immediately, he sprung to the side to catch an incoming attack. His spring was unexpected though, and when he did, it knocked him off balance, which gave him the time to parry the next attack and simultaneously kick the off balanced man from his feet as he turned. Who was he kidding, trouble of any sort? Ridiculous. The battle field was is concert stage.


AS he fought more, the rust apparently cracked and blew off in the wind that was his constantly changing motion. His body alert him of danger from his back and he turn to face and ward it. When he felt that tingle on either side of him, he rushed to meet one attack and immediately struck at the other. But when the tension become Omni directional, he moved at his quickest speed to get away. Such was a moment when everyone came to attack him at once.


“I am Kohai to no one. My sensei is Myazaki sensei and I have no Senpai. So call yourselves that if you must, but I will obliterate the all of you just for saying that in my presence” The few seconds were exceedingly troubling. There was an attack at his rear, warned to him by his warrior mind. Just as he dodged and moved to the side, there was another, prompting him to turn heel to catch the attack. When it was repelled… no, that did it. He felt another Omni directional attack, he had enough. Spinning in place, he unleashed a vast whirlwind around himself. The attack left everyone in the dojo who was about to attack him thrashed against the nearest wall, or thrown a fair distance away. It was at that point where the attacks stopped.