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[roko]

me vs anyone; four day iic

The winds whistled as they swept over the green grasses in haste, picking dirt up in the travels In the path of the gusts stood the stalwart Yoshinori, his countenance unmoved by these capering winds. The contents of his burlap weapon pouch woven onto his obi were: makabishi, hikari, smoke grenades, and exploding pouches. On both his hips, thrusted through the sash, sat his two sets of daisho, both consisting of wakazashi and katana whose craftsmanship sang a song of the Gods.

"ACCCHH. . ."

He would take a moment to spit out a loogie and the wind would carry it, therefore proving the strength of these gusts. Gray eyes focused ahead, hoping to find the silhouette of his opponent. Would they arrive? He had no way in knowing, but for now he would wait it, his eyes never moving from where they sat. He would hunch his shoulders and remove his green kimono top, revealing his upper-body and whatever scars decorated it. Masking the lower part of his frame would be his salmon-colored hakama which currently danced wildly with the wind, its purpose would be known to all who had been familiar with its design. Finally, geta sat beneath his feet.

[Kusa's Vine]

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He had no real rhyme or reason to go the things he did. Not that anyone knew of anyway. There had just been a point time when the need to know grew within him. He needed to know the inside of his opponents head like his own home. And home he was, the grassy plains were all to familiar to him. As he approached the wind took control of his cloak, it clung to one side of the body while the other flapped wildly catching the gusts. Beneath his black cloak was the body of a warrior. Chiseled muscles and dark tan skin, his body was made for war, and dressed for it too. From head to toe, his hair would be pulled back in a tight braid for this occasion not a hair out of place. His hands would be wrapped from palm to mid bicep, wraps would be present through his tactical vest which was filled with his various armaments. They would descend from his lowest rib disappearing into his pants. Tucked into his tabi his pants were loose and seemed as if they too wanted to run from the wind. Holding them down though the kunai filled pouch on his left leg and the weapons pouch over his left buttock would be unaffected by the winds. For a short moment the wind would stop, his cloak would come to a stand still as the winds seemed to dance and change directions. The Zassou stood stationary in full view of his opponent, if his opponent was watching clearly even from the distance an unnatural movement would take place beneath his cloak just before the wind would take control of it again. The blood lust itched at the edge of his mind. So out of character, would he play the epic hero or the maniacal villain today?

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Vine Length Manipulation
Rank: "E", "D", "C", "B", "A", "S" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu; Supplementary
Effect: Allows a Zassou member to freely manipulate the vines implanted in their bodies within a certain distance.
Special: ---
Drawback: Cannot manipulate vines at all without this technique.
Description: Must gain the lowest rank of this technique along with receiving the ritual
o E Rank - Able to manipulate the vines in body to a maximum of 10 meters.
o D Rank - Able to manipulate the vines in body to a maximum of 20 meters.
o C Rank - Able to manipulate the vines in body to a maximum of 40 meters.
o B Rank - Able to manipulate the vines in body to a maximum of 75 meters.
o A Rank - Able to manipulate the vines in body to a maximum of 150 meters.
o S Rank - Able to manipulate the vines in body to a maximum of 300 meters.

Limit: Zassou members only, can only use with holes that have been 'unlocked' through training

Hand & shoulder vines active.

OOC I tend to forget arena battles just pm when you post please and I'll do likewise

[roko]

[/b] meters in front of him, and upon such he would bark vicious words: "Just another fucker . . . Your mother is going to wonder where you're at." He'd spit onto the earth and then his smile would fade like sun-light when night drew near. All of the sudden, like a wild beast, he would launch himself forward at a monstrous speed, his legs working like pistons as they propelled his stalwart body through these erratic gusts.

Clearing eight meters would prove ridiculously easy as his top-tier physique made it child's play. Though, instantaneously he would vanish forward, his body almost teleporting as he would instantaneously appear two meters in front of his opponent with nothing to forewarn his burst in speed. He would travel in a way that would allow him to curl around and avoid objects if they had been in his way. Just as he reappeared his gargantuan right hand would fall upon the hilt of his masterful weapon and fluidly would he unsheathe his captivated weapon, she would shriek as she escaped her captivity as she was freed once more. Had his opponent possessed the ability to avoid this taijutsu-virtious when he had been so close? Had he even had the time to register what had occurred considering how much faster an individual of Yoshinori's rare caliber could move? That hadn't mattered to Yoshi when he swung the steel katana the moment he drew it. He sought to tear the teen diagonally in twain, and with the speed, power, and expertise behind this weapon in his hand one could not argue that it was more than likely to become a reality.

Would this kid die now? He hadn't known but considering that the katana itself would cover a meter when fully swung this kid would have to be fast; would he feel their blood splatter across his face?

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Quick Strike Training (B)
special shunshin 1/howevermanyshunshinihave

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[roko]

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