Let's do this [T][O]

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Sooner or later, the strikes on his arms stopped hurting. He knew that it wasn't because he had already built up the resistance he was after. No, it was actually because his nerves had simply been temporarily numbed. That happens sometimes over long periods of being whacked with blunt objects, and for Taisen the beating happened to be over a very long period. But as the abuse continued, finally nearing its end as Taisen was running out of strength and unbeaten portions of his body, the clones became slower and weaker. The exertion they were pouring out was greater than Taisen had expected, the entire experience lasting for hours without stopping except when he passed out. The sun was down below the tree line now, and soon it would be dark.

It was high in the sky when this exercise began, and an amount of time serious athletes would spend training their bodies Taisen spent abusing himself. He certainly didn't mean for the torture to continue for as long as it did, it just wound up that way because he commanded them not to stop until being wounded was a strong possibility. Due to this happening before, that was actually a much more difficult feat than it initially seemed. As such, the clones were beginning to run out of fuel. Normally being able to last days, it was clear just how much energy they were putting into beating their creator since they were fading after only a few hours. Then again, it might just be because Taisen himself was also fading.

He was slipping in and out of consciousness, fighting to keep his eyes open and discovering every few seconds that he had fallen asleep without knowing. His awareness that he kept getting hit had long since faded, and his entire body was now running on auto-pilot. His muscles effectively locked themselves into place so he could keep standing while his mind checked out. Suffering from fever dreams that combined memories with fantasies and a whirlwind of pain, the wailing blows might as well not have even been happening. Hopefully he'd be able to wake up from the coming coma, but somehow he was so occupied with the images flashing behind his eyelids that that didn't concern him much. His eyes snapped open as another crack was heard. Was it the stick? Or his bones?

Suddenly Taisen was back in the ninja academy, watching the teacher with the meter stick gesticulate wildly as he got way too in to his lesson. Taisen could only watch the stick. Despite a hundred years in a box and no memory before coming out of it, something about that stick in the aging man's hand sent chills down Taisen's spine. What little he knew about his life he had pieced together through conjecture and dreams that felt like memories. Nightmares, really. Nightmares that come along with the paralysis and hallucinations that plague him whenever he tries to relax. He hadn't slept in two days, and the striking that had finally moved on to his lower arms and hands, the final stage of the process, would finally make him able to sleep in peace.

[Molokai]

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One last thing before the training could finish and Taisen could rest. He had to toughen up that one super-vulnerable spot that all men had in common. That is correct, in order to master the art of getting hit without getting hurt, Taisen would have to get hit in the groin. Again and again and again. Of all the torture and abuse he'd thus far put himself through, this one took the top of the list of shit he really didn't want to do. He was tempted, extremely tempted, to take off his belt so he had something to bite on to during the ordeal. He'd had to reset his own bones before, push sharp fragments back through his punctured skin to line it back up, and that shit had hurt so badly he wanted to pass out. Somehow, though, he dreaded doing that a lot less than he dreaded the sadistic clone with a stick.

His heart started pounding, he started sweating, he got tunnel vision, and he started to feel his chaos creeping in on him. This was a basal, adrenal reaction to the very idea of having to toughen up his weakest point, he could only imagine the shock his body would enter when it actually happened. Par for the course, imagining this made the anticipation even worse. Taisen wanted to vomit, wanted very much to expel everything inside of him to make room for the pain he was about to be filled with. In fact, the amount Taisen wanted to vomit at this point was greater than the amount he thought he could eat. That's how much he really, really didn't want to do what he was about to do. The clone with the unbroken stick rounded on him and started taking aim. Taisen gulped.

Staring straight ahead, he tried to unfocus himself, tried to put himself into some kind of zen meditation state where a stick to the nuts was no longer painful or traumatizing. The clone was setting itself up like a professional golfer determined to beat his personal driving record. The real Taisen was now trying to force his sensitive parts back into his body where they would be safe and protected. Needless to say, the clone was having more success than the real one at this point. Suddenly the clone leaned back, pulled the stick high above its head, and flashed a maniacal snarl as it leaned into the impressive swing. Taisen closed his eyes, and the brief fraction of a second between his eyelids coming in contact and the stick hitting his crotch felt like an eternity.

Suddenly, eternity exploded into a million different colored lights and Taisen suddenly felt as if he had just been turned inside-out. A wave of nausea shot through him, over him, around him and under him, his eyes rolling back into his head as the shock of the pain all but shut down his higher brain functions. His hands immediately shot to his crotch, ignoring all protests from the part of his brain that saw all of this as training. Once there, he counted. He counted the most earnest and frantic count that had ever been counted in the history of counting. Two. Dear sweet mercy, everything was present and accounted for. Nothing had been lost, except for the idea that he was going to do that again in order to train himself. Hell with that, in a little while he'd be healed and damn near unbreakable.

[JiMmIyZ - Hel]

+30

[Molokai]

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Meteor Crush
Rank: "C", "B", "A", "S"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: User lifts a massive piece of earth and hurls it towards their opponents.
Special: User must slam their hands into the ground.
Drawback: ---
Description: The user of the Kamyuja family uses their Herculean strength and slams their fists into the ground. When doing so the user grabs the ground and quickly picks up the ground from underneath. The user then lifts up a boulder of earth and rock as they quickly chunk it towards their opponents. When the user slams their hands into the ground, using their strength it creates a seismic reacting that keeps the rock together allowing the user to lift the rock up without it breaking up. The power used to bring their fists down tightens the particles within the rock making it easier for the user to lift. Depending on the rank of the technique, the user may know depends on the capability of this technique, as in how much rock can be lifted. When the user learns the "C" rank version the user is able to lift up only two meters in diameter of earth and rock before chunking it towards an opponent at a good distance of thirty meters. When the user learns the "B" rank version of this technique the user is able to rip up a good four meters of rock and earth while chunking it at a good distance of twenty-five meters. When the user learns the "A" rank version of this technique the user is able to rip out a good chunk of rock and earth at a good distance of eight meters while the user is able to chunk it at a good distance of twenty meters. When the user learns the "S" rank version of this technique the user is able to grab and rip up a chunk of earth at a distance of eighteen meters while the user is only able to launch it at a good distance of fifteen meters. When the user activates their Chaos however the user is indeed able to launch the Rock further adding a good distance of five meters per eye level.
Limit: Must be a Kamyuja

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With his defense mostly fortified, after about three days of rest and rehabilitation for his body to recover, Taisen was now ready to work on his offensive game. Interestingly enough, the problem he most found himself having is one of range. Very few people devoted themselves wholly to Taijutsu like he did, and so very few people wanted to get up close and personal with him. And of the people who do devote themselves to Taijutsu, most of them have some kind of ranged ability all their own. Taisen, however, did not. All of his strategy so far has literally involved blocking everything that comes at him while he slowly made his way over to his enemy. This was decidedly inefficient, and thus needed to be augmented with a ranged attack. While he detested carrying anything but the shield around, he had no problem throwing rocks.

But anybody could pick up and throw a rock, it took a real talent to throw a whole boulder. Boulders, however, weren't exactly common in all areas of the world. So, naturally, Taisen would have to make one. What was the best solution for difficult things? Muscle your way through it. At least, that was as far as Taisen was concerned. So, he stuck both of his hands into the ground and tried to squeeze the earth between them tightly enough so it wasn't just a dirt clod. Trembling with excitement, he pulled the basketball sized pseudo-rock and held it like it was the holy grail, lifting it above his head to examine it in the light. As he then took a step forward to try throwing it, it collapsed and dumped all over the top of his head.

Muddy and slightly irritated, Taisen put some force behind jamming his hands in the ground and squeezed the earth like he was trying to get juice from it. No juice came from this attempt, but Taisen was unfazed by this failure and kept squeezing to hold the damn thing together. Instead of holding it over his head and throwing it from there, he took it a bit more to the side and sort of shot-put it rather than threw it. It went somewhere around ten meters before hitting the ground and crumbling like the dirt clod it was. Clearly, he was doing something wrong. Or, rather, he was doing the right thing to the wrong extent. Clearly, all he had to do to solve this problem was give it more muscle. And so, he did exactly that.

Jamming his hands really, really hard into the ground and clenching his fists, Taisen gave a roar as he hauled up a two meter section of the earth and held it together through sheer strength of his muscles. He gave it a bit of a test to make sure it wouldn't drop dirt all over him, then tried his luck throwing the damn thing. Luckily, he managed to give it a good heave without it breaking apart in his hands or in midair. It even went so far as to hid the ground and leave a small dent as it held it's form and kept going. Excited by this, Taisen again muscled his way into the ground and ripped out another piece to throw. This time he really gave it what for and sent it flying at least thirty meters. The crash was satisfying.

[N A T S U M I]

Hmmm +10; Learned.

[Molokai]

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Shunshin no Jutsu - Oshi (Body Flicker Technique - Push)
Rank: "C"
Skill: NinJutsu/TaiJutsu
Effect: A Jutsu that allows a user to rush forward in almost instantaneous speed. Used to draw the user close to the opponent.
Special: ---
Drawback: May use 3 times a day. May perform 1 more each time learned. Passing amount renders the user's legs immobile due to severe pain. Unable to perform again unless gained medical treatment. Must move through an opening. Unable to maneuver around obstructing objects. Can't attack while performing any Shunshin or Variation.
Description: User is able to move forward in a straight line along the ground in almost instantaneous untraceable speed while temporarily masking the user's movements within 10 meters. A puff of smoke is occasionally used to disguise the user's movements. It is accomplished by focusing the user's chi along the ankles and foot. User mostly moves just with their ankles and feet. Jutsu takes up no movements. User may only use this Jutsu half of the movements may allow in a single round while rounding down. Example: User has 5 movements, user is able to perform Jutsu 2 times per round.
Limit: Universal NinJutsu or Universal TaiJutsu.

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Taisen believed himself to be quite fast, but upon further examination he came to the conclusion that he was not fast enough. Thus, he decided to train himself to move blindingly fast within a short distance to give himself a bit of an edge. First, he used the technique as many times as he knew he safely could, then promptly tried to do it again. As soon as he put weight down and flexed his muscles in preparation for the movement, every muscle in both of his legs seized up and dropped him unceremoniously on his face. With a mouthful of sod and a sudden bad temper, Taisen rolled over and glared at his screaming legs. You'd think they could handle themselves a bit better, considering the other abuses he puts them through that they handle fine, but this time they betrayed him.

Reaching forward, he grabbed a foot with either hand and started working his ankle manually. Stretching the cramping muscle, relaxing it, loosening it, soothing it. Slowly but surely, it stopped seizing and returned to a usable, functional state. However, his toes were still curled like they were hanging on for dear life and his thighs were twitching painfully. Starting with the toes, Tiasen ripped off his boots and took a firm grip on all ten of them. Pumping them back and forth in a manner similar to how he fixed his calves, the tendons and various other parts involved eventually loosened and gave him back control. Risking standing up, he suddenly found his thighs screaming at him in protest of the load demanded of them and promptly sat his ass back down.

Grabbing his ankle, he pulled it up toward his hip to stretch out the thigh muscles. Once he let go, he both felt and watched as the huge muscle contracted involuntarily and straightened itself back out again. Undaunted, Taisen grabbed it again and repeated the process, getting again with the pump action until the rebellious muscle gave up and relinquished control. Moving on to the other leg, it seemed moved by the example of it's companion and loosened up with far less effort. With his legs back to normal, Taisen stood back up and tried to do the high-speed movement thing again. At first he thought he was going to do it, but quickly realized it wasn't going his way once the ground started rushing towards his face.

He made it about five meters before his legs got angry with him and dropped him. After that, he had to do the pump maneuver on each part of his legs until they loosened up and worked again. Again, he tried to do the speedy thing, and again fell the hell over. However, he was less surprised this time around and managed to catch himself with his arms. Also, the cramps were significantly less pronounced this time around and took even less time to fix than before. Knowing full well that his legs were going to be sore like a dimestore hooker at Christmas time in the morning, he hauled himself up and tried again. And again. And again. Eventually the cramps stopped and he simply noted a hint of discomfort, and once that passed he tried again and felt nothing. High speed movement, achieved.

[Corvus]

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