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Learned

[Runeska]

Enegashi [Battojutsu] (Receive, Parry and Cut)
Rank: C Rank
Effect: Parry a moderate (C Rank) strike from the left then attack that opponent.
Special: None
Drawbacks: The defense made is not very strong - enough to deflect a weak attack
Description: Commencing from a kneeling position, the practitioner draws to parry an weak attack from the left then strikes as part of sheathing.
Restrictions: Must have a Senpai/Sensei of a Kenjutsu Dojo to learn; must have Quick Strike (C Rank) or Reflex Training (C Rank)


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At least, that when it appeared as though the attack had stopped. The two that had identified themselves as self proclaimed senpais stayed in the back, simply standing there while it was the four that approached him. Fine, so be it. He resheathed his sword, a scowl upon his face. There appeared to be nothing else to do but to hold this ground and strike at what ever opening he saw. From a crouch, he waited. Then the first of the four approached. A simple parry and counter attempt was used here.


He could see no moment behind the first attack, so it would obviously be moderately weak. Taking a step forward, he held his kneeling position as his sword snaked out its sheath. It would be quick and swift, and at that time, the air would part, allowing him to catch the attack with an equal force, but quicker speed. As he’s already preemptively decided to parry and counter, it was a simple motion to flick the arm back downward. When this occurred, he’d be facing, or partially turning left to deliver the strike. Despite the fact that it was guarded, he still managed to resheath, as it was a part of the attack.


That was one, and he got away without getting hit. No bother, there’d be another chance soon enough. Now was not the time to worry though, as even grazing blows from sword could prove harmful with proper aiming and precision. The next man’s attack would come from his rear. Utilizing the same basic strategy, he turned slightly and unsheathed. At the point, his katana met his opponent’s. He could tell though, he would not make contact with the counter. The technique, having just been used, was more than expected. It didn’t stop him from following in with the attack though.


After his attack arched upward, he skillfully turned the blades edge downward. It would cleave through the air precisely, but only moderately fast, creating no tension on his arm. A split second precision allowed him to arc his arm the proper way so that as the blade came downward, it would naturally resheath itself. The was a slight sheathing sound that could be heard when he did so. Had the whole attack failed though, he’d have great reason to worry, as the resheathing could leave him open.

And that’s exactly what it appeared as. Attacker three was upon him. It had only been three seconds of sword play. His stance was still bowed, but he’d have to rely on his natural speed in order to avoid being hit. The sliding sound echoed, echoing again as it scooped out, met the third attack, and arced back down in an attack. This time, it did completely miss, as the man stepped back during his resheathing. He wasn’t out yet though.

[Leonov]

+10

[Runeska]

Tsukesagiri (Diagonal Cut and Thrust)
Rank: C Rank
Effect: Two moderate (C Rank) strikes to up to two opponents; front, left or right
Special: None
Drawbacks: None
Description: Commencing from a standing position, the practitioner draws to cut one opponent and thrust at another 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)


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Again, relying on the natural speed of his body along side sleight of hand, The Akumu a brief spark of ofensive would throw them off for a second. Attacker three had just avoided his previous counter lash, but now, it was time to attack. Just when the man seemed to be returning for a preemptive strike, he started impromptu. Body rose upward from kneeling and the moment his body reached that position, which was surprisingly fast, he sliced forward. The cut of course, would only come after unsheathing. It was blocked, but unexpected.


He saw his chance just then. In that one fraction of time, if he struck forward, he could pierce flesh, and he knew it very well. The upward cut would be followed by a swift transition into what would be a flesh eating stab. That chance didn’t present itself though. Instead, he caught wind of a step to his left. Fourth attack, of course. He had to quickly jerk his arm right with a gunshot flick. This thrust would be just slightly harder than a inch or so deep puncture, but it was guarded and deflected. Instinctually, he knew to move back on the resheath. That motion alone forced an imiment count to miss by a large motion.


His blade clicked into the sheath, and he slid away a few feet. Four attackers, approximately 7 seconds. He’d not been hit, but he’d not harmed any of them yet. There was time though. His eyes wearily glanced at the two senpai still standing way off to the side. That glance was very hardened. They were scoping him. From his still standing form, he decided he’d move forward with the next attack. It was he that started it this time. Leaping forward, his sword arm pulled on the sword handle. The left would still be gripping the sheath. Steel would fly free, arcing upward ina s lice at attacker number four.

The slice cut the air just before the ridge of his noes. Just two inches two short.[/] It didn’t matter though. His next strike would hit. Attacker four would be two close, blade in a compromised position to guard or attack in battojutsu. Continuing in that same direction, he thrusted forward, loosing no momentum on his efforts. He watch a grimace form on number four’s face and he grinned to himself. At last, first blood. The fleshy sound was welcomed by his airs as he yanked free and resheath, preparing to attack deadlier.


That ended up coming to a pause though. The team effort of these four were becoming quite a bother. He’s only stuck his shoulder, nothing deadly by itself. The follow up attack had to be redirected to the right as he turned, realizing the first attacker was coming in for a quick strike. This was one done as he sidestepped. One slice to the waist would slow him, or tried, but it was caught on his blade. The following thrust should have been guaranteed, but the man somehow caught in on the flat of his katana. What luck? Apparently, fate took no favor in him.

[-W-]

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[Runeska]

Sanpo-zuki (Three Direction Thrust)
Rank: C Rank
Effect: Three moderate (C Rank) strikes to up to three opponents, front, left and right
Special: None
Drawbacks: None
Description: Commencing from a standing position, the practitioner draws and quickly thrusts at three opponents ahead of him
Restrictions: Must have a Senpai/Sensei of a Kenjutsu Dojo to learn; must have Quick Strike (C Rank) or Reflex Training (C Rank)

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He took a step back, resheathing his blade rather quickly. As much as he was getting annoyed by these people, he had to admit, he was having a moderate amount of fun testing just what he could do, as it had been quite too long. His current oppent was still ahead of him, an he took the moment after sheathing to test the attack, as the oponent had stepped forward, presumably to attack.


His blade would flash silver has it flickered quickly from his heath, pulled by his right hand. The left would still be gripping the sheath deligently. The desired arching direction proved to give him just what he needed, a thrust aimed just at his face. It was a blatant and obvious attack though, and doing such seemed to inspire an ‘Oh shit’ reaction. He watched as the opposes blade rose to deflect the moderate strength hit, only to see another one follow up. That’s right, it was not a single thrust, but two… no wait, three.


The second thrust was directed at his groin. Again, while it was an overly obviously targeted area, it was done with sublime mastery of the technique, transition with perfect speed and grip of what he in fact wished to accomplish. The man he attaked seemed not to be entirely able to keep with him as well. It became evident as the aimed low, the man ceased to be an expert swordsman, and reverted to a pubescent child jamming a slab of metal downward. The result jarred his blade aside, meaning a failed attack, but it left his mid drift exposed after he over shot the deflection. That was why one practiced to such a degree, to root out such impunities in their craft.

And then Damnit one of the other three turned to meet him once more. His attack catching this man could lead to him catching an odd strike or to upon his own countenance. He wasn’t too wild about that. For that reason, he had to stop at the last moment and redirect the attack to the left, where if he wasn’t mistaken, it was once more, attacker number 2 cutting in to stop what could have been a killing stroke. Instead, that third stroke would redirect and arc towards the chest of the approacher. While it wouldn’t be enough to kill, as the attack could easily be avoided, it would work well enough to force him to have to move back, closing the back for a surprise attack.
He nearly hissed for a moment, but bit back the display, instead choosing to back away quickly, resheathing in the process. The group appeared to be readying their next assault, gathering for a united attack. He wouldn’t allow it though. With an afterimage, his boy would simply appear between the 3 of them, nearly taking them by surprise. Using that moment to his advantage, he struck thrice, from left to right. Each strike would come in the form of a simple thrust technique, aimed at chest level. There be very little time to actually react to it, and as such, each person only had to the to pull up a blade for defense. He grinned. He was still, only warming up

[Solus]

~Learned

[Runeska]

Assakuki wa Seisho (Press to Victory)
Rank: "A" Rank
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: The user rushes towards the opponent with a burst of speed, which creates a trail of flames that rushes onto the blade. The point of the rush is to slice at the opponent.
Special: Must have the 5th 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: An attack that is meant to end a fight that has gone on too long. By gathering the energies of the chakra gate, the user will convert the energy of the gates into a movement of pure speed. Kicking off from the ground, the user's blade will extend towards the opponent. The movement through the air is so fast that the blade will actually catch aflame for a moment with the user's chakra, and, upon collision, will cause these flames to spread outwards rapidly in order to critically injure an opponent. The movement behind the technique has a maximum distance of thirty meters, and the speed is said to be higher than even Shunshin.
Limit: Must be a practitioner of Kenjutsu. Must have Quick Reflex Training "B" Rank if an Iaijutsu user; or, Must have Quick Strike Training "B" Rank if a Battoujutsu user. Must have the 5th Chakra Gate. Must have 250 TP in Kenjutsu techniques.


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“What is this?” said a feminine voice. The Akumu would turn to see none other than Sensei Tsunahara

The Akumu turned to the side to face her, turning his back away from his ‘senpais’ to say, “Sensei, I wish to learn a very powerful technique. Please teach me.”

“Leave now,” she said to the rest of the students in the dojo. They all bowed quickly and left. If he had wanted, or rather had she not came at this time to shift his attantion, he could have killed them, all of them. “Alright then Gekkido, I will show a very powerful and difficult technique. I doubt you’ll find it easy if even possible to master though. Prepare yourself though.”

Having said that, he watched as she assumed the standard kenjutsu stance. It was at that time when he noticed something odd. Sensei’s body was morphing slightly. First, there was a vein that stood out on her forehead. A few seconds later, her skin turned read. Immediately, there was an eruption of chakra around her body, forrning a blazing azure colored aura. There, he could see a current of some kind sparking across her body. “Watch closely, as I will not show you this move again today.”


His eyes glued to her as the kicked off forward. It seemed for just a fraction of a second that she would just be doing flash thrust. However, what she did to was amazing. The moment she began flying forward, her body quite literally went up in flames. It was not as if she became a victom the spontaneous combustion. No, what she had done was completely amazing. The flames grew from her azure aura. It erupted from the tip of the katana, quickly fanning out around and behind her as she moved.

Again, it was but a single movement, done a speed that seemed simply unbelievable. There were tread marks scorched into the floor, and not even a second passed before the silence became an eventful and thunderous boom. Just what was that boom though? He really couldn’t tell. Flames spread out from the object she’d struck, which turned out to be a practive dummy. It was obliterated, charred where it once stood. The students who had just left returned briefly to put the flames then departed again. As she left out, “you must gather the powers of the 5th celestial gate reach this power Gekkido. Many of my best students haven’t managed such.


The gates? That would be a stretch. Pushing down his anbu mask, as was habit, he activate that intoxicating aura known as chaos. The power would begin very quickly to course throughout his body. It was a pulse that he could feel. As far he knew though, this would still not be enough, at least not on it’s own. He began quickly, attempting to at least get a start on the technique. His start would be assuming the same position Sensei had. Of course, he’d have to begin slowly. He didn’t expect to instanteously burst into flames in order to accomplish this technique. From a standing position, he quickly drew his sword, thrusting forward with it. When he did, he launched forward with his ankles, using a spring loaded clicking mostion to get himself going.

The motion seemed not to help at all. Rather than launched him the way he intended, it seemed to instead, flop him forward a few feet. His footing tripped up a bit. He had to stop, only finding that nothing had happened. Perhaps there was something off in his motion.

[Runeska]

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He reset his stance another 30 meters away from his target dummy. His body still flowed with the power of eternal chaos, he knew that much. However, he had to find a way to harness it properly. Otherwise, this general power boost would be useful for nothing besides swinging his blade harder. He stood still, straight up and be began to concentrate. The chakra in his body began to stir, moving quicker, yet it fluctuated too much. One second, it would seem as though there was only a slight increase in the overall amount of chakra in his body. The next moment, it would seem as though it was all focused to his arms.


That was the nature of his energy under chaos. Gripping the handle of his katana tighter, the Akumu began trying to synchronize his own flow of precious energy to the point where it was one solid pulse. There was no response from anything. His muscles still contracted regularly. The charka in his body still fluctuated at a phenomenal rate. But it wasn’t something one could call harnessed or refined. Suddenly, his body began to vibrate for a moment. He could feel what could be called a strong pulse. He was beginning to give off a weak aura.

He decided to act upon that now. From where he was standing thirty meters. He mentally focused, preparing to began what he believed would be a powerful movement. Only that, once he moved forward, he found that his movement through the air was only marginally faster. It still looked like something a normal human being could accomplish with a bit of practice. His soaring motion cut through the air, ripping it aside like butter, but even at that point, the move lacked the rough pure power that sensei had used.

He was however, airborne. He pushed forward with his sword, trying to keep his body from stopping. The bulk of the attempt had already been done though, for as he pushed off from the ground, that was the rush. Once the rush had started, momentum and initial power decided everything else. Through his peripheral vision, he could see floor boards passing beneath his feet and the boards of the wall skidding by. No, he was mistaken. He was moving much faster, just not even nearly the speed he wanted.


At last his foot touched down again. His shoes screeched against the floor as he began to ground to a halt. His sword was still extended out before him, as if reaching out to touch is target. But that target was still very far away. The sound irritated his ears, so he lift one foot up, as if he would brace against the floor to forcibly stop. When he did, he threw off his momentum and the attack stopped. A quick turn about showed him the distance he’d traveled. It was fifteen meters, so about half way there. However, as he examined closer, there were slight skid marks on the floor. They started fire meters back, which meant he only traveled 10 meters with his rush before skidding. Failure…

[Runeska]

?/80

“Tch” He knew the results he got were approaching laughable. This was fall all purposes, nothing that he intended to do. Retracing his steps, he found himself back thirty meters away. He placed his arms and legs back in his stance. The aura around him had faded though. That meant he had to spend all that concentration all over again. With a sigh, he began.

His eyes closed briefly, the insides of his eyes covered in shadows. He sighed once, forcing the chakra inside his body to stir. The fluctuations in his chakra system began to could up within. First, nothing could be seen. Grudually though, the chakra began to push out of his body. When that occurred, his skin began to tingle. It was not yet time though. He continued to focus until his skin began to shimmer slightly from the power emanating from within it.

And then… he started over. The nergy he’d built up, he kept resting where it was, and began building a new layer of power. When there were two different layers of chakra formed, he pulled the first one and pushed the second outside of his body. This was absorbed within his musles. The process was repeated for the second layer he created as he pushed the first out. This created a chain reaction, which started into an aura glowing around his body. The aura was imitating the 5th gate, the one he needed for Press to Victory. Naturally, he own strength was greater, but broader, requiring it to be focused numerous time before reaching comparable speeds.


Finally, his eye snapped open. He was ready to try again. Extending his arms, he pointed his sword forwards. With a powerful motion from his legs, he puts a great amount of tension in his legs. This tension would built up for a second before he pushed off the ground. It was indeed a powerful motion, punctuated by an immense badkdrafted when his boy left. That would be the wind filling in the void where he had been. With his bladed extended forward, the motion forced a path forward. He still felt a good deal of resistence in the air though.


His eyes were open as well and even though everything was black and white, he could still tell that floor boards were passing quicker by the moment. The wall literally whizzed by. And yet, he couldn’t help but feel things were still to slow. Where were the flames sensei had created? Logically, even if he were using chaos, he should still yeild the same base affects, just at a lower level of speed. While he moved, he looked down to see something that did however please him. He could skid marks on the floor. This is where his momentum began to fail him previously. However, his feet had not yet touched the ground.

[-W-]

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[Runeska]

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That meant he was doing a bit better, otherwise touching the ground before th rush ended would mean that the technique was flawed. And so of course, the technique was still majorly flawed, but his was getting better. His motioned continued for all of about another second. Wait, a second? How long had he been slightly airborne in his rush. He thought about the number of seconds it had been since he felt the groudn beneath his feet. It must have been at least a few. But sensei’s technique too all of one second to accomplish. He was lucky to actually have viewed it.

Suddenly, he felt his feet touch the floor. That was his range at this moment. He’d have to check it in a moment. Right now, his concentration had waned in his thought. His skidding was uncontrolled, and he ended up swerving right as his feet landed in wahever way they chose. Bracing his body slightly, he turned himself properly to end his movment. When he turned around, he was able to trace back just how much further forward he’d moved. By his count, it was another 5 meters, not counting how much he’d skidded. He could tell because there was a clear gap beteen his current skid mark, and the last one he’d made. But now, it was only a solid halfway movement. He paused for a moment, took a breath, and reset himself again.


To much time hadn’t passed be fore he thought to give the technique another try. His body was beginning to get bored of this failure. The only way to cure it would be with the dawning of a newly completed technique. Assumming his stance again, he began the process of gathering his energy. The process would take a long time of pushing and pulling on his chakra network. It would also take a few moments of forcibly stirring the chakra that was coiling about like an electric rod. After this process was finished though, he could feel much more power and energy radiating from his body.


With that much out the way, he pointed his sword forward. The Akumu then placed both feet firmly on the ground, prepping them. Once he felt like they were spring loaded, he decided it was time toe move. With a great push, he bounded forward. His ankles would expanded and kick his feet from the floor. His upper body would trhust into the air in synch. At that moment, everything became a blur around him for a moment. Floor boards dissapared. Lines on the walls seppating the individual planks became one solid mass of brown.

His vision became tunneled, and he could see nothing clearly. All he knew was that he’d just suddenly accelerated, not that that was a bad thing. As everything zoomed past him, he became aware that he had traveled a great of distance. It hadn’t been a second, but there were no skid marks on the floor. In fact, it was smooth. He’d not moved this far yet. And then, the aura cut off. Instanly, his movement stopped. It was as if someone had simply cut the power. He fell forward on his swords handle, instinctually placing it into the ground to prevent his falling.

[Runeska]

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It took a second for him to re-steady himself. But when he had, held his katana in one hadn, while moving back to his position. He walked backwards as he did this, as to check just where he’d stopped at. Before that turn, it had only been about fifteen meters that he’d moved. If he could see properly just how much further he’d went, he’d have a proper gauge of just how he’d moved, and how close, or far he was from completing the technique. And that was, or at least he expected, another five meters closer. However, he’s surpassed that. . The marking from where he stopped his sword proe that he’d travled 25 meters. Hm… pretty close.


After making his place make his starting point the akumu set himself back into his stance. He began to push more chakra towards his legs this time. That had to be the answer. He was just so close. And he knew it as well, well, atleast physically. Quickly, he began trying to essentially power up again through focusing his chaos. Tis however, proved much more difficult to do. He ended up having to close his eyes to gain the proper focuse. When he had, he found a steady stream of chakra forming just slightly quicker.

This chakra was quickly bundled up inside of himself and he pushed it outward just as he’d tried to moments ago. He still hadn’t figured out just why the last aura had extinguished. However when this one formed, he jumped the gun, hoping to beat out it’s extinguishing nature. Pushing forward, he extended his blade in the direction of his target, the thick wooden practice dummy. He then pushed forward and allowed his legs to extened to their full length from their semi crouched position. As the ankles extended and pushed away, he became airborn.


The motion was powerful, and held a considerable amount of speed, that much was evident. The floor boards actually depressed in slightly when he moved, only to bounce back to shape when his body left the space. Floorboadrs passed beneath him in a blur. So fast was his movement, that for a second, he could not see that the floor was moving beneath. Rather, it appeared as though it was a solid mass, frozen beneath a still body. However, he could feel the draft of his movement. And once he passed his previous distance, he saw a slight different in the shading of the floor. It’d gotten lighter.


And there it was, his target, right before him. He saw it approaching fast, or rather him approaching it faster. With a final thrusting motion with the last bit of his energy, he extended his blade out just a little further. As he did this, one should note that he could not see the color of his aura around him. Sensei’s was a fire color, even before it burst into flames. His was a tamed emerald, even now. Such was something he couldn’t notice as chaos killed color in any form. Then he landed. How far had he moved? Well, this should answer the question. The very tip of his katana hit something solid. It was his target. The last 3 inches of blade managed to pierce in and penetrate the target. However, there were no flames, nor an explosion. In fact, at this point, his aura dissipated. To an observer, he’d only successfully dashed forward thirty meters to deliver a moderate thrust.

[Runeska]

Continuing Press to Victory

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He pulled back on his blade when he stopped. How far had he gone? All the way. How much power had he used? Perhaps, not even half. Not only that, but his legs were becoming very tired in the process. He had to figure out the mystery behind this attack. He yearned for it. With a detestable sigh, he moved back toward the line marking 30 feet from the target. Perhaps if he concentrated just a bit long and harder, and mayber thrusted that much hard, the technique would me it’s fruition.

Idiot It was very groggy, and equally as silent.

The akumu began to concentrate upon his charka again. His chaos was still active, eyes blackened beneath his mask. The same rhythmic pulling and pushing manner prompted the stirring of his chakra network. Energy would slowly began to flow within. More time would pass, and ti would began to ciol up, moving faster. Soon enough, he could feel what could only be a pulse. That what he was waiting on. To him, that pulse meant the aura had formed, or was ready to. He sent the energy straight to his legs and began to exert the rest out. When it reached out and permeated the chakra system, it leaked out the body, and he reabsorbed it. Suddenly, he pushed it outward in a radial flux.

It won’t work, not for you.

An emerald colored aura appeared. He took it as his sign with no warning. Feet pushed, ankles unlocked, and his arms thrusted forward. His body was suddenly airborn, launching with tremendous speed. Was this it? His motion pushed on, cutting the air. He felt the rsing gust buffet his masked face, and the wind pulling his clothing. He did not touch the floor. He nearly flew, like a bird of war. The parting air began to from rings as his body passed though it. Such was a powerful motion to distort the air as if breaking the sound barrier. And yet… it was a failure.


His emerald aura, viewed as naught more than a gray veil suddenly extinguished. His eyes glanced at old marks on the floor from moments ago. Shoot, he was slowing down, and only half way there. Why? He was going so fast moments ago, that the floor had all but dissapered. What had changed now? Had his concentration broken? No, not even now had such a thing occurred. His body continued to move, albeit, slowly, but he’d not touched the ground.


The target loomed in front of him and he approached. His last mark seemed so small. Would he even reach the same target this time? Yes, in fact, he’d reach better. He body would land in loud crunch sound as the floorboards bent beneath him. However, when he landed, it wasn’t till after the thrust hit. I pierced cleanly throught the wood, somehow. Yet, he instinctually knew that the attack was much weaker than he sought out for it to be. Silently, he cursed beneath his breath about it.


You fool!!! The voice was loud this time. Aclime it was, awoke from his loss of consciousness

[Runeska]

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You fool!!! The voice was loud this time. Aclime it was, awoke from his loss of consciousness.

The Akumu made an attempt at blocking out Aclime as he set about to resetting his stance. He noticed as he moved back to his 30 meter marking, that each step felt heavier, as if his body would no longer move forward. Just what was that? Fatigue, a very deadly killer. At last, after what felt like an hour managed to reset himself at the 30 meters from his target. Stay out of this. I want this power. And yet, his arms were heavy. I will master this technique and make it mine, and mine alone.


Pointing his sword forward, he began to focus more, and more. The emerald aura he felt and became accustomed to began to form just slightly quicker. But his body still felt as weakened as it did when he finished the last run through of his failed technique. Taking the opportunity, he began to force the chakra into his muscles as he’d been doing earlier. When he finished, he kicked off the ground, using the power of chaos to perform the work of a gate.

This time, his body didn’t respond. There was a slight twitching in the muslces as Aclime spoke within again How dare you… try this. The aura faded instantly. I slaved for this. There was anger in his voice. Suddenly, the chakra burst out of his body. The aura flared up stronger than it had been. There was not meditative pause. The results were immediate. Strength of unfathomable levels flowed into him from a hidden reserve, one unreachable by the Akumu.

He leaped forward, kicking off from the floor with all the power he could muster. The ground shook when he did. The blade cut through the air as it was pointed forward and extended towards to the target before him. His speed was immense, as if it harnessed more power than all the Akumu psyche’s attempts all together. After no more than a few meters of movement, the attack became enflamed. His chakra bursts all around him and fanned forward toward the tip of the blade.


That was its extents though. The body was too worn by failed and over worked attempts. It was warn out, encapable of moving anymore. As such, as he reached a 15 meters marker, at a speed just below a shunshin, he tumbled forward and hit the ground. The flames extinguished first though, leaving the air around him heated and warm. The sword flew out of his hand and he lay there, exhausted, body refusing to respond. In response, his choas cut, as he didn’t’ wish to expend unneeded chakra. But how? How could you…

[Runeska]

?/80

He, no they, laid there for a while. No one could command there body to move forward, let alone rise. The akumu had been at fault this time.

It was mine, and you tried to take it, to use it like your own.

That doesn’t answer how. How did you do something I couldn‘t. There was no reply, online a sense of emptiness. After a length of time, their body began to move. The limbs were still weary, but they could at least move. And single seal was formed, a cross. Poof!!!

An lo, a kage bunshin appeared in Aclime’s exact form. It was him. “How? You, who has no value, care, or use for almost any emotion attempsts to use this, a power designed to use raw emotions in a controlled state?” He resumed the stance. He’d been able to assess what the Akumu was trying to do. He was harnessing chaos, but he was doing it all wrong. Giving him a stern expression, he turned on chaos. Immediately, chakra flowed though his whole body. He pushed on it, and it stirred slightly.


“No, I will use it first, I will be the one the master this move” He sounded like it was a competitions. He quickly focused the chakra as he turned chaos on for himself in the original body. Forgoing the moment of concntration he usually used, he leaped forward, extending the blade to cut through the air. His aura formed, a fierce competitive color, but it paled in comparison to Aclime.

“It’s not about control. It’s about being aware yet letting every ounce of emotion pour out and explode. My anger, my sorry, my grief, joy and happiness. My despair, my guilt, and… indignation!!! These my hardhips and sacrifices!!! ” He squeezed the handle of his katana, gripping it so tight that blood seeped out of his hands. In a single quick motion, he pointed the blade forward and kicked off from the ground as he did, there was a massive outflow of chakra, of energy, from him. It surpassed the emerald aura adorned by the Akumu. Instead, it was firiery red, angry and saturated in emotion.

The very air around him erupted and followed him in flames. His feet seemed to never touch the gournd. All at once, the grouned behind him caught to flames and appeared to be chasing him down. His speed was so great that nothing seemed to exist around him for all but a second. It was as if he traveled in one grand shunshin. He’s pass by his Akumu alt with this same sublime speed, knocking him from his path. Then, reached the point.

So fast did it seem he’d moved, that the Akumu had no time to notice it as Aclime. Instead, he witness an intense heat pass him, knock him to his ass, and within that same moment, before he could even hit the ground, a fire ball appeared in front of his target and struck it. That would be Aclime, with the completed technique. The flames around him had swallowed whatever aura he’d had, giving his movement and arrow head appearance. The head of the arrow was his blade. And when it hit it’s mark… BOOM!!!

A mass of flames shot out and erupted in every which direction. Aclime was thrown back a good distance from the blast. The practice dummy didn’t stand a chnace. It was gone the moment he connected. The flames swallowed it, then fanned out. It left a x shaped burn on the floor. The dummy was in pieces, quite literally blows to bits. Lumps of it would fall about the dojo, and if left that way, might within seconds, cause a fire, again.

[Solus]

~Learned

[Runeska]

Sanjuu kenippen (Triple Blade Slice)
Rank: A Rank
Effect: Uses Chakra to perform a frontal arc strike to up to three opponents (B Rank each)
Special: None
Drawbacks: can only be used once per minute
Description: Commencing from a kneeling position, the practitioner lunges forwards, focusing his mind and skill on striking those before him. He then draws, slashing from one side to the other, and almost instantly back the other way, then a third slice through the air at his opponents - the strikes are quick enough to believe one sees three blades slashing, not one.
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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“Hm… I see. There is more to you that meets the eye Gekkido.” Chunks of burning wood were still laying in smoudering ashes as Sensei showed up once more. A brief call summoned up the other students, who quickly stopped the fires and departed once more. So then, what would you like to learn now. I’ll teach you anything.”

“Teach me one of the strongest techniques within standard kenjutsu” The Akumu answered first, ignoring Aclime altogether. The surprise came within the next second as well. Aclime stood 5 meters away from the Akumu and Sensei, so he had a good clear view as well. Her face became tense for a second. All of a sudden, she kneeled a bit. That was when it happened. The technique was done in such a blinding speed that if the Akumu had not preemptively moved, he might have been killed where he stood. The attack was a slash, she created after lunging forward. Aclime saw three blades attack. The Akumu however, saw one blade move really fast.


The Akumu had dodged sensei’s attack by leaping back at a sideways angle. His blade was already sheathed. His analysis of the technique was very simple. Using the speed of the rush, if he concentrated enough, he’d get the same results as Sensei. It was only logical. So he landed, already kneeled, and he lunged forward back at Sensei. With expert precision, he pulled on this katana’s ahdnels. Instantly, his blade was out of it’s sheath. His sensei was still right before him when he started as well. From his appearance, he looked like if she couldn’t dodge, he’d simply cut her down.


Apparenly, she caught on to this, for the moment his blade came free, her came to the defense, and at that time, she backed away at the same time. The first stroke appeared to knock her own blade out the way. However, the second came around just a bit too low. As a resut, she easily countered it, by pinning the blade to the ground. A fraction of a second later, he found his blade immobile. Her actual counter attack though, would come in the form of a much weaker attack. He managed to pull back, noticing just how weaker the second attack was. She had completely skipped using a technique that definitely might have hit.


Hm… One might be tempted to say that Sensei did not wish to hurt a student. However, the Akumu refused to even consider such a thing. Instead, he analyzed the circumstances behind an actual attack and figured that the technique had a drawback she was avoiding. To test this, he resheathed his own blade as he drew back to dodge. He then leaped forward to try the attack again on Sensei. She was expecting such though, as he thought would be the case. He didn’t stop however, and allowed the technique to go. Is balde tore out from the sheath and he whiped it about once, then a second time. As it was coming for the third, he felt an odd bit of tension. Needless to say, he stopped. It’d wouldn’t be very well advised to continue on without knowing exactly what was happening.

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Just as the Akumu stopped and called off his attack. Sensei rushed back in from her sidestep to counter strike him. He was too off to attempt anything though, meaning he would get hit. That’s when Aclime stepped in. A few quick flickers put him between sensei and his counterpart. He brought his balde up rather quickly to stave off the attack. Lucky for him, the attack was very weak. The Akumu afterwards drew back and allowd Aclime to taek a turn at it. After all, there was no better way to pick out the flaws in your own technique than to watch your own body fail at it, right?


Both Aclime and sensei would retreat a short distance apart. There, Alcime resheated his own sword, sensei having already done the same. He began moving slightly in a circular motion, knees still knelt low. That was how sensei was when she first did the move. Aclime would thus do the same. His right hand was pressed against his katana’s handle. His left gripped the sheath lightly. There were no attack made for the san of about thee seconds. Both were waiting on the other.

Aclime, however, was not simply standing still. He had a harder time focusing than his Akumu counterpart. For that reason, he had to use this time to focus his mind. Or else, the attack would initially come off as sloppy. After a while, it seemed like Sensei wouldn’t attack first, so he took the iniative. With a furious flash of movement, he appeared before her. Pulling on his sheath, he would released three slashes. The first of these threee would come in a swift motion from the release of the sheath. His second attack came back a moment later after the horizontal cut was attempted.

As he remembered, there were three arm motions but only a single blade. To create the epic display of speed that would create the appearance of 3 separate blades… well, you get the point. It was speed and skill he couldn’t pull from no where. For that reason, as his second slash came across, there was a marketable drop in the speed between the first attack and the second. Even when factoring that that it came immediately afterwards, the power was lacking as well. Sensei’s initial movement was a backwards oddge, preventing the attack form even reaching him. And yet he wasn’t done.

There was still his third attack. This followed the other attack very closely, coming across as a swift swipe in the opposite direction. At the very least, it looked swift. But Aclme’s arm had long since given up it’s power, and while it was as strong and swift as the second attack, that meant it was still slower than the first. Obviously, Sensei saw and conquered the attack, crushing it veneath a crippling counter. It was that affect that left Aclime on his heals, defending with countless other kenjutsu techniques that he knew to stave off the attacks.

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After a few moments of denfending from the attacks, it occurred to Aclime that if sensei had wanted, she could very easily have simply finished Alcime with the technique he was still learning, but she hadn’t even lifted her blade to do so. Any reason why not? Simple, The attack was not intended, or simply couldn’t be used very often, something he wasn’t sure about just yet. Suddenly, Senei withdrew a step, resheathing her sword. Her form was bowed into a light kneel.


That was the technique she was about ot use it. Aclime knew this, as well as the Akumu did some meters away He’d be observing the motions of the training for a moment. Aclime was put off by the tech though. The Akumu on the other hand was prepared, about a minute passing before he’d last used the technique. He chose to check his outcome now though. However, one should note that it wasn’t that he was protecting Aclime. Simply put, he though that if he tested the technique now, against Sensei’s technique, he could gauge just how far along he was with it. He was quickly shunshined from a crouched position, appearing before her in an instant. He’d be just between her attack before it launched, and the retreating Aclime.

The sound from the sword tearing from the sheath could clearly be heard yet only seconds before the actual attack came. When the first stroke came, the blade would ring through the air as it struck his senseis attack that was released at the same time. Steel would clash against steal, and that moment, they seemed equal. The silhouette of the blades lingered on past the clash, making it seem as though second blades had materialized for the second attack. The slash this time came horizontal.


The Akumu had maneuvered his balde to a second angle since he couldn’t overpower sensei’s attack. Yet, he was pleased. Naturally, the master’s attack would be perfect, so any flaw in his movements woul show. So it appeared the first slash was all and all, perfect. Strike two, downwards, was also seen ahead by Sensei. Whilst the blade appearance lingered from the first attack, the second cut through that illusion, showing a new attack. As Sensei’s second cut came through, the clash created a what initially appeared as a stalemate. Two new blurred sword appearance appeared, but the different came from the sword strokes.


The Akumu’s strike was somewhat weaker than his master’s. The echoing clatter which arose, showed his attack to have been brushed aside rather weakly. In fact, he was pushed back, which created an opening for Sensei’s third cut. He tried to move, but in that breif second, he found his body too completely off balance to have countered. So what stopped his failure from causing injury? Aclime. He appeared between the attack, catching it on his blade. However, without the aid of an impressive dfensive technique, it only too atawy the cutting force of the attack, catching the both of them to glow stumping backward a number of feet. There, they collapsed in one bundle. The Akumu’s arms, were nearly burnt out.