Kanji's Training Redux [P][T]
May 30, 2010 20:50:03 GMT -7
Post by shadowwind on May 30, 2010 20:50:03 GMT -7
Jab
Rank: D
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: A simple chakra filled punch. Fairly quick but lacks some of the raw, destructive power of higher techniques. This is mainly used when the Medical-Nin does not have the space to wind up a fully powered strike. Can disorient some foes and usually sends them hurdling backwards.
Special: None
Drawback: None
Description: Looks exactly like a normal punch, only filled with a quick burst of chakra. Still much more powerful than a normal punch, but realitively weak when compared to the rest of the techniques within the fighting style.
Limit: Must be atleast Brawler level.
Rank: D
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: A simple chakra filled punch. Fairly quick but lacks some of the raw, destructive power of higher techniques. This is mainly used when the Medical-Nin does not have the space to wind up a fully powered strike. Can disorient some foes and usually sends them hurdling backwards.
Special: None
Drawback: None
Description: Looks exactly like a normal punch, only filled with a quick burst of chakra. Still much more powerful than a normal punch, but realitively weak when compared to the rest of the techniques within the fighting style.
Limit: Must be atleast Brawler level.
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The backyard of the Adachi clinic was empty in the early hours of the morning. Usually, during the day, the place was filled with people waiting for rather boring procedures enjoying the fresh air. But during hours such as this it served as Kanji’s taijutsu training ground. The boy darted around the yard firing one Muay Thai technique after another on the various trees surrounding the yard; many were already bruised and missing bark from years of abuse by the boy. Winded, but not yet wanting to give up, Kanji took a breath leaning against an old tree for support as he quickly began sucking in air.
A thought was creeping along his mind, something the mist ninja refused to fully pay attention to. He had become fairly accustomed to using his medical techniques in the past few days. As such, his already impressive chakra control merely had gotten better with the rigors the jutsu posed. Kanji had heard stories of other medics utilizing their chakra control to create a fighting style that was feared for the sheer destructiveness of the simplest of its techniques. The thought of such raw power enticed the medic into wanted to learn the style, and yet he had misgivings about it.
Along with the success stories were the tales of men who had tried to use the techniques too soon or push too much chakra into their strikes resulting in horrific and sometimes deadly injuries. The benefits soon outweighed the risks in Kanji’s mind and thus the boy found an old dusty training dummy to practice his technique on. The chakra funneled through the medic’s body as he stared down on the piece of equipment. He was timid and as such had very little chakra built up in his hand when he delivered the punch. The dummy moved, however it seemed to sway even less than if Kanji had used a regular attack.
“Needs more oomph.” Kanji sighed as he examined the lackluster result of the blow. Everything seemed to be on point; he just needed to overcome the fear of failure. The medic allowed his energy to spiral around his hand quickly, still timid about allowing it to congregate too much in a given point. The boy threw the punch quickly; as it made contact he was sure that his arm had been ripped asunder from the sheer pain that swelled through his being. He was thrown violently backward as the dummy remained unmoving in the place where it was left.
Dizzily the medic attempted to put together what happened. Why did he take so much punishment from the blow when his target appeared no worse for wear? “Damn it.” Kanji said annoyed as he looked over the dummy analyzing it for even the smallest mark of a blow. Suddenly the medic understood what had went wrong, he was so afraid of injuring himself he refused to allow his chakra outward. It was only natural that he had to face rebound from such pent up energy not being allowed free.
Kanji stood before the piece of equipment once more, calmer but still afraid. His chakra seemed restless as it was quickly shot into his hand. The boy wasted not a moment to second guess himself and instead immediately threw the punch on the structure knocking it backwards a few feet and leaving a noticeable impression on it. Kanji simply looked at his hand as if wanting to find some injury to explain his fear, but finding none the boy could to little but stare at what had happened slack-jawed.