The Shark Skin Sword [T][O]

[Molokai]

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Sword Purity (刃丸 Yaiba Maru)
Rank: "C" "B" "A"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: Depending on the Rank, this technique allows the user the capability of using the weapon for certain types of techniques. This creates a bond between the user and the sword, to where the sword begins to acknowledge the presence of the user, being used to the will of the user. Depending on the Rank the user does this depends on the capability the user has with their sword to where the sword only recognizes only the user. When mastered the sword becomes part of the master, and may never be used by another again.
Special: ---
Drawback: If the user does not master this and they die, the sword is capable of being used for anyone who picks up the sword but must start this from the beginning.
Description: Each time the user does this they must sacrifice half of their chakra, and enough blood to where the body can sustain life. The user goes into a meditative state while doing this as they allow their hand to drip with blood along the blade. The user must pour their chakra into the sword, as well as the Blood into the sword so that the sword slowly becomes an embodiment to the user to another extent, to where the sword may work in conjunction as that of the team. When first learned with the "C" Rank the user is capable of going into certain amount of techniques that enables the user to use with the weapon. The sword will not listen to the user at this time however. When the user does the "B" Rank of this the sword is capable of "listening" to the user, as well as the user is capable of using techniques associated to this transcendent at this time. The sword will go to the master when the master beacons it. When the user gains the "A" Rank version the sword becomes part of the Master in every aspect. The sword now is capable of defending itself against opponents that are unable to grasp the sword. This sword however does not have a mind of its own, just more of a way to where it may activate its defensive mechanisms to ensure it does not be held by another for to long.
Limit: Must have the Samehada (鮫肌, Shark Skin)

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Taisen had ventured into the wild blue yonder in order to retrieve the power of this blade for the Mist village. He had braved mountains, rivers, oceans, islands, and irate villagers on the path to recovering it. But now that he had it, he still wasn't finished yet. In order to use this blade he risked life and limb to get, he would have to bond with it. A few hours in the library revealed how, and it would not be pleasant. He set the sword up on a low table and sat cross-legged in front of it, then reached out, grabbed the handle and closed his eyes. A sharp spike of pain bolted up his arm as the sword opened his hand to receive his offering, and once the blood started flowing he allowed his chakra to do the same.

The sword seemed to lap up the chakra greedily, consuming it like a living thing that hadn't eaten in days. The ferocity with which samehada attacked the chakra flow surprised Taisen and put him a little on-edge, he was now worried that the sword would try to eat all of his chakra before he let go. He wasn't sure where he blood was going during all of this, either. It didn't drip past the handle, or even show anywhere at all, so he assumed it was being gobbled up just as his chakra was. It was amazing, really, how once Taisen allowed everything to flow the sword just took over. It really did seem like a living blade, almost. And if it was alive, this was the first time it had ever eaten, which would explain the hungriness with which it did so.

Something flashed in his mind, an image of himself holding the sword high above his head and commanding legions of followers with it's power. Then another image of him smiting a crowd of people who dared oppose him, the blade ripping into their flesh and sending them flying away. His immense strength was on display, his tremendous power commanded and conquered everything he laid his eyes on. And he did have power, power both in his muscles and in his authority. With the power of Samehada, nothing, and no one, could possibly stand in his way of doing whatever he wanted to. But just like that, the image was gone and so too was the megalomania that accompanied it. Taisen didn't let it distract him, he had to concentrate to bond with the sword.

After an hour or two of steadily pumping both blood and chakra into the sword, Taisen finally started to feel the effects. Blood loss combined with low chakra was causing him to sway a little bit, tilting off to one side for just a moment before he righted himself. Taking a deep breath, he pressed on. A few more hours went by with the dizziness coming on more and more strongly. The kage had little chakra to begin with, and in fact never used it except for shadow clones, so the way Samehada was lapping it up was draining him a bit more than he had anticipated. The blood loss was also starting to become a slight problem, his body felt weak and the room was spinning. Still, the sword sucked up every last drop without any sign of slowing or stopping. Still more hours went by until Taisen finally couldn't lose any more and passed out where he sat.

[Corvus]

+010

[Molokai]

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Samehada Basics (鮫肌, Shark Skin)
Rank: "D"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: Learning basics of the Samehada (鮫肌, Shark Skin)
Special: ---
Drawback: Must have the Samehada (鮫肌, Shark Skin)
Description: Once gained the user must go through a series of training regiments to be able to antiquate control and handle the sword. This is the first step. This is the basics, this enables the user to accurately defend, attack and counter basic movements or attacks which ranges from E to D type of attacks. (Reminder this does not mean that you godmod, it just means you are getting faster with the sword.) Can only be used with two hands,
Limit: Must have the Samehada (鮫肌, Shark Skin), Must know Sword Purity (刃丸 Yaiba Maru) "C"

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Taisen awoke a few hours later feeling lightheaded and wobbly. Losing that much blood left very little oxygen circulating through his body, making every movement a task. On shaky knees, the mighty titan retreated to his bedchamber and slept for a very long time. Upon waking up, he felt stiff and sluggish and decided to do some physical exercises to loosen himself up. Stumbling back into his living room where the sword still rested on the low table, Taisen jumped and snapped his head to face the blade. Squinting at it, he could swear he heard it whisper, but the harder he listened the less he heard. Chalking it up to simply being tired, he approached the sword and looked at it. The spot where his hand had bled was pristine, the wraps weren't stained in the slightest.

Strange, but not necessarily a big deal. Taking the sword outside, the Mizukage tested it's weight. It seemed heavier than it did before, almost as if the blood and chakra were weighing it down. But at the same time, he also knew his body was weaker due to the reduced amount of blood. It seemed more likely that he was just tired than that the sword's weight had actually changed. Hefting it about, the blade was rather heavy and gave the taijutsu master a challenge to stop it once it started. Even with two hands, his swings flew a few feet beyond their intended destination and took an incredibly long time to wind up. Aside from the weakness, Taisen had also never wielded a sword of any kind in his life. This was completely unfamiliar territory, and it made him wonder why he wanted a legendary sword to begin with.

It's not like there was anybody who could teach him how to swing a sword of this kind around. This kind of thing was unique, which meant that Taisen's style with it would have to be unique as well. Because the blade had no tip, stabbing motions were out of the question. Also, because of the way the scales were oriented along the length of the blade, he would have to focus on drawing strokes and blunt force trauma. Knowing this, Taisen created a bit of a drill for himself wherein he raised the sword above his head, brought it down as fast as he could on the head of an imaginary opponent, then drawing the blade toward himself and back above his head. With this, he hoped to put some strain on the muscles he rarely used.

What he noticed about the sword was how wide it was along with everything else, which meant it could probably be used as a shield if need be. Aside from that, the sharpened scales essentially meant that the sword could only do damage in one direction. So wide, sweeping strokes would probably be how best to use it. Every motion he made he would adapt to have the pulling motion the sword required to do damage, from the overhead swing drill to a few other angles he fashioned on the spot. Samehada was still much too heavy for him to use very fast, and even with his two-handed grip he felt the sluggishness of everything he did. This was a start, some decent basics as best he could make them up, so once he did a few sets of drills and was feeling the strain in his arms, he took a break.

[Corvus]

+10, keep it up man

[Molokai]

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Sword Purity (刃丸 Yaiba Maru)
Rank: "C" "B" "A"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: Depending on the Rank, this technique allows the user the capability of using the weapon for certain types of techniques. This creates a bond between the user and the sword, to where the sword begins to acknowledge the presence of the user, being used to the will of the user. Depending on the Rank the user does this depends on the capability the user has with their sword to where the sword only recognizes only the user. When mastered the sword becomes part of the master, and may never be used by another again.
Special: ---
Drawback: If the user does not master this and they die, the sword is capable of being used for anyone who picks up the sword but must start this from the beginning.
Description: Each time the user does this they must sacrifice half of their chakra, and enough blood to where the body can sustain life. The user goes into a meditative state while doing this as they allow their hand to drip with blood along the blade. The user must pour their chakra into the sword, as well as the Blood into the sword so that the sword slowly becomes an embodiment to the user to another extent, to where the sword may work in conjunction as that of the team. When first learned with the "C" Rank the user is capable of going into certain amount of techniques that enables the user to use with the weapon. The sword will not listen to the user at this time however. When the user does the "B" Rank of this the sword is capable of "listening" to the user, as well as the user is capable of using techniques associated to this transcendent at this time. The sword will go to the master when the master beacons it. When the user gains the "A" Rank version the sword becomes part of the Master in every aspect. The sword now is capable of defending itself against opponents that are unable to grasp the sword. This sword however does not have a mind of its own, just more of a way to where it may activate its defensive mechanisms to ensure it does not be held by another for to long.
Limit: Must have the Samehada (鮫肌, Shark Skin)

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Finally, back to training. The dreams of being smashed by waves had plagued his mind ever since the first time he tried to bond with Samehada. During his waking hours, all he thought about was the sword and the power it would give him, and how he needed to work to gain that power. Now that he held it in his hands, the waves stopped, and the feeling of power was more tangible than ever. Taisen enthusiastically slit his palm and slammed his hand onto the hilt, his blood being greedily lapped up by the sword. No sooner had his blood started flowing than his chakra also started to drain. Automatically, without any effort of his own, both the blood and chakra were flowing forth in equal proportions, and Taisen tried to bond with Samehada.

Immediately he felt himself pulled into the confines of the sword. Felt the wrappings come off and tie him in place, watched as a greedy, hungry mouth opened and pulled him toward it. Everything went black, and he awoke on a very small rowboat amidst a huge ocean. The water was glassy, and if he looked down from the boat he could see a colorful and vibrant reef less than twenty feet below him. A little bit of logic later and he figured if there was a shallow reef, there must be land nearby. However, after scanning the horizon and noting a distinct lack of landmass, he realized that maybe he wasn't going to find an island after all. Checking his boat, he didn't find a goddamn thing. No paddle, no motor, no fresh water, no food, just a big, floating, wooden bucket with a big, confused-looking guy in it.

Seeing no real helpful thing anywhere, but not content to simply do nothing, Taisen reached for his shield and. . . Stared perplexedly at the distinct lack of shield. Same deal with all of his items, even his pouch was missing. Luckily, he got to keep the clothes on his back, which in this situation weren't really very helpful either. Resigning to the lack of anything other than his wits and muscles, Taisen leaned on the bow of the boat and started paddling with his hands in the direction he happened to be facing. A few minutes of this was all he could take before the lack of any discernible progress brought him to a grinding and reluctant halt. Deciding to test the horizon yet again, he came to the same unfortunate conclusion and plopped into the boat looking defeated.

For hours, Taisen baked in the immobile sun on the infinite ocean. His impeccable body was only barely breaking a sweat, even in skin-tight black leather. Just as he was considering losing the suit and attempting to get a tan, the small rowboat rocked slightly. Snapping his head up like a prairie dog, Taisen tested the wind and examined the waves. Finding a complete lack of both, he found the sudden movement of the small craft concerning. Turning his nose to the water, he tried to discern a cause for the unceremonious rocking of the boat. He thought perhaps he was drifting and bumped into a reef, but when he looked down he found that it was still decently far below him. A second, harder bump almost launched him face-first into the brine, and when he spun around to see the cause, all he caught was a glimpse of a black-tipped dorsal fin.

[Corvus]

+10

Mind F*ck training FTW

[Molokai]

10/60

The fin vanished as quickly as it appeared. Nose nearly to the water, Taisen strained his vision to see where the owner went. Taisen was concerned at the presence of a shark, but he was really concerned about the lack of seeing the shark. That is, assuming it was a shark. Could easily have been another fish that casually rocked the boat then purposely flashed its fin that looked suspiciously like a shark fin. . . No, definitely a shark. Luckily, though, it didn't seem like a very big shark. Also, Taisen had a boat and a bunch of weight on the little fucker. Good luck, Sharky, the big guy isn't scared of you. Except when you rock the boat again while he's standing up looking all triumphant and send him head first into the salty drink.

Let's just say that no man his size could ever have gotten out of the water as fast as Taisen did. Also, no man his size has ever screamed so effeminately while doing so. Yeah, sharks of any size are really goddamn scary when you're in the same water as them. Made even scarier by the confirmation of multiple sharks swimming around in his general vicinity. At first, it was one fin ominously circling the small, easily flipped craft. Then a second one showed up and somehow made the entire situation about four times worse. Also, the next set of two that showed up seemed to kick the first to into high gear and made all four of them swim really, really fast. They circled the boat at about a ten-meter diameter at first, then started closing in.

While Taisen focused on the four swimmers, the boat suddenly shook with a vengeance and splashed a little water into it while doing so. Taisen, feeling a strange combination of mindless terror and masculine rage, jammed his hand into the water and pulled up the fifth shark by the tail. It flopped and squirmed just like any other fish out of water, and suddenly the Mizukage felt much less terror for the other four. They must have sensed this, however, because all four of them promptly gunned it toward the boat like they were all planning on ramming it. However, none of them did. Instead, three of them dived suddenly and one leaped out of the water at Taisen's face. Dropping the one in his hand, the look of shock that twisted his features as he ducked could have made a lemon pucker.

Luckily, sharks don't possess the magical ability to change direction midair, so it sailed right over his head and splashed unceremoniously on the other side. Which was nice, because the other three from before suddenly decided to launch a banzai shark attack at his turned back. Without any warning other than the reverse-splashing sound of something exiting water at a high velocity, Taisen ducked more out of instinct than any actual idea of what was going on. Once he looked up and noticed three sharks biting the air where his face was just moments before, he realized that he was very likely to die. Unless, of course, he killed all of the sharks with his bare hands before any of them could manage. Considering how they were all about three feet long at most, that didn't seem too difficult.

[Corvus]

+10 you show those sharks who's boss

[Molokai]

20/60

Taisen stuck his face out over the water in as conspicuous a manner as he could manage, trying to coax the sharks to jump up at him so he could retaliate. The sharks, not really being master tacticians, took the bait pretty readily and with a very small amount of waiting. The Mizukage, being ready for this shit, immediately punched at his reflection in the water and was deeply pleased at the satisfying crunch beneath his fist. As per the plan, the shark charged him straight upwards and swam at full strength into his impossibly powerful fist. One punch, one dead shark; a good start. Blood in the water, and despite it being the blood of their kin, the other sharks swarmed on the body and consumed it greedily. Taisen watched, disgusted, as the red water foamed and boiled until the body of the first shark completely vanished.

Seeming like a decent strategy, Taisen again stuck his face out over the water and prepared to bash whatever came for him. Except, something was off. His sixth sense was sending a chill up his spine, something silent was yelling at him that not all was as it seemed. Wheeling around just in time, Taisen saw nothing but teeth and hatred screaming toward him at mach a lot. Bending over backwards like the one, Taisen narrowly avoided having his face bitten off and watched with bafflement as a much larger lemon shark went over his head. See, the five that attacked him before had merely been reef sharks, but this decently sized monster was actually significantly more threatening than that. Not to mention the fact that when Taisen did a fin count, there were four of them.

Four lemon sharks, preceded by five reef sharks. Now, this is just an initial estimate, but Taisen believed that the eating of their kin somehow made them both grow and transform. Either that, or the four small-fry tagged out with the big boys because they realized the thing in the boat wasn't to be trifled with. Regardless of the rationalization for this ridiculousness, Taisen was now facing larger sharks than he was before and was therefore in greater danger. However, that by no means meant that the exact same tactic wouldn't work against them, and thus he doggedly stuck his face out over the ocean yet again. It seemed, though, that these lemon sharks were smarter than he previously anticipated, because they didn't take the bait for quite a while.

In fact, they didn't really take the bait at all. One of them did, however, ram the opposite end of the boat and tip the large man head-over-heels into the briny deep. No time for effeminate screaming, Taisen did the best he could and promptly opened his eyes beneath the water. Through the stinging blurriness he saw a pair of jaws swimming toward him, and he reacted by presenting the bottom of his foot with a great amount of gusto. Jamming the hard leather boot deep into the throat of the beast, it wasn't able to close it's jaws and thrashed about with anger for a little while. Looking dejected, the shark that suddenly developed foot-in-mouth syndrome took off and left the others to deal with the man. Luckily, Taisen remembered that he was a ninja and promptly climbed onto the surface of the water. From there he stood and waited.

[GO AWAY]

[Molokai]

30/60

Standing on the surface of the water was simple, especially due to the glassy nature of this infinite and apparently windless sea. From that position, it was also easier for him to monitor in three-hundred and sixty degrees and harder for him to simply get boat-rocked. Relying wholly on his sight and sixth sense, Taisen observed the clear water and waited for the lemon sharks to charge him. He had the distinct sensation they were observing him, possibly even planning their next attack. The sensation of being studied tensed his shoulders and set him even more on edge than before, and suddenly his feeling of safety started slipping away. Wherever the sharks were, they were out of his sight. But something told him that he wasn't out of theirs.

This sensation proved to be correct very shortly after it appeared. A dorsal fin appeared and thrashed very close to the back of Taisen's feet. In response, he wheeled around ready to punt the fucker across the proverbial room only to find the shark missing. Ducking by reflex, Taisen expected the next one to jump at his head. When it did, he was already long gone. What he didn't count on, though, was the one that then rushed him from below and snapped at his throat. The only thing that saved him from certain death was his reflexes, which gave him just enough time to stop the killer fish. With one hand on its bottom jaw and the other on its snout, Taisen held the toothy monstrosity away from his neck and out of the water. With a burst of muscular power, he separated the jaw from the fish and tossed the disarmed animal to its fellows.

Hardly surprised but still disturbed, Taisen watched the three living sharks eat the jawless one alive. Even though what he did had yet to kill it, a shark without its mouth was just another fish. How much pain it felt went unknown to everything but the shark itself, but Taisen could imagine that it was quite a lot. Once the boiling died down and nothing remained but a cloudy pool of sinking shark blood, the survivors were again nowhere to be found. Possibly, they were off transforming into bigger, more dangerous sharks to come at him for a third round. Considering what already happened, that wouldn't have been very surprising. In fact, when three individuals of a third species emerged from the blue gloom, Taisen wasn't surprised in the slightest.

However, he did feel his heart descend into his stomach at the realization of what kind of sharks they were. Bull sharks, the most aggressive and testosterone-filled creatures on the planet. If Taisen shot himself up with some of their hormones, his muscles would inflate and a calm summer breeze would make him want to punch babies. Considering how he had already killed two of their kin, he couldn't imagine they were very happy with him. He could almost hear one of them roaring as it leaped out of the water with so much rage and vigor it was almost too fast to dodge. It even brought a little bit of Taisen's suit along with it as it returned to the deep. Unbeknownst to him, there was also a shallow gash opened up by one of the shark's teeth. A single drop of blood splashed into the water next to him, and Taisen's sixth sense exploded from all directions.

[JiMmIyZ - Hel]

+10

[Molokai]

40/60

Sharks, at the scent of fresh blood, enter a blood-fueled feeding frenzy that causes all of their cognition to vanish to make room for more food. Three bullsharks, already aggressive enough as it is, entered this state at the smell of Taisen's blood and swarmed on his position. Sensing how well and truly boned he was, the kage jumped up and away as fast as he could. Gaping at the spot where the water boiled and frothed, he felt validated in his devotion to taijutsu seeing as he would have died if he were even slightly slower. Next time somebody tried to tell him he wasn't balanced enough in his jutsu, he could tell them to go fuck themselves because sharks. They wouldn't get it, and he wouldn't care.

Putting his mind back on the matter at hand, he noticed that the water had stopped boiling and was strangely not comforted by it. The most dangerous frenzied sharks are the ones you don't see, and right now there were three that were unaccounted for. He sensed one of them coming at him from below and hopped. The shark leaped out of the water after him, mouth agape and rushing at his delicate toesies with gusto. Those delicate toesies were promptly shifted in such a rapid way that Taisen punted the little shit back across the water with a satisfying "booyah" noise. Waiting for the bubbling that signified sharky cannibalism, Taisen was once again alerted to the distinct lack of what he was expecting. This probably meant that the shark wasn't dead, which meant Taisen would have to either hit it again or start over with a different one.

Unfortunately, they all looked the same so he didn't really get to choose one way or another. Which basically just meant he had to hit the next one with enough force to kill an ox just to be sure. It seemed, though, that the shark's tactics were evolving. That is to say, they didn't try the same thing twice once one of them had been hit because of it. Their tactics now were to circle the herculean man while displaying their dorsal fins in a predatory manner, presumably making the circle smaller until they were close enough to bite him. See, that would have worked if Taisen hadn't immediately gotten wise to it and decided to nip their little plan in the bud by clapping with such amazing muscularity that it send them all flying. "Thunderclap" he liked to call that move, and it was his life's dream to use it on sharks in the middle of an imaginary ocean.

But the clap didn't stop them for long. As soon as they regained their knowledge of which way up was, they all bee-lined him from three different angles. The first thing that came to Taisen's mind was to move at the last second and let them smack into each other, but had the distinct sensation they wouldn't actually fall for it. Instead, he ran in a direction and made all three of them chase him from the same angle. Using that admittedly brilliant idea, Taisen set himself up for a move he had always wanted to try. Clenching both of his fists, he stopped, turned around, planted himself firmly, and smiled inwardly at how clever he thought he was. Once the sharks arrived and jumped up to bite him, he dipped his head and thrust both his fists out, clobbering two of them and slipping beneath the third. Faces crushed, two bull sharks died. For well over a minute, the final one was nowhere to be found.

[Corvus]

Nice one. +10

[Molokai]

50/60

Taisen had a sinking feeling in his gut. Something about killing two sharks at once had seemed like a good idea at the time, but once he remembered what happens to the living ones he was no longer very proud of it. Well, he was still proud of himself for it, but he was worried about what would come next. The water didn't thrash and froth this time around, but there was still one left out there somewhere. It wasn't really until he looked down for a long time that he noticed the overwhelmingly, awe-inspiringly gigantifreakingmungous silver shape moving silently beneath him. It appeared as though a whale had wandered into the endless dream-ocean, but Taisen knew what it really was. Apparently by killing two he had skipped a stage, because this beast was beyond what he was prepared to deal with.

Taisen guestimated the immense white shark to be at least twenty feet long and weigh several metric fucktons on an empty stomach. He himself dropped about ten pounds of bricks when he saw it, and promptly went about trying to decide how to kill it. This monster came straight from the bowels of water-hell, a giant swimming mouth driven by the desire to murderize every living thing that would fit in it's mouth, and it had the titan in it's pitch-black sights. It dove down deep into the presumably bottomless water, so deep that it couldn't be seen from the surface, and Taisen experienced a single bead of sweat dripping down his brow. As his sixth sense clamored so loudly he could almost hear the alarm, he steeled himself and prepared for the shark to come. As it rocketed toward him, prepared to breach and fit his whole being in it's mouth, Taisen spread his legs.

It came mouth agape, but the titan's feet on either side of the toothy chasm ended it's meal plan abruptly and rocketed him high into the air. Taisen, his plan going lightyears better than expected, angled back down and dove toward the shark that was still recovering from the breach. With a triumphant roar and a savage look, Taisen used his momentum and his muscles to drive his fist into the flank of the great monster, doubling it over in agony. With several broken ribs, the shark was alive but hurting, and could no longer muster the speed to do another attack like that. It was on the defensive, so Taisen went on the attack for the first time since the battle started. First, he scrambled to get back on top of the water, then he spied the dorsal fin and chased after it. Greatly confused, the shark simply turned to face him and met his chagre.

In a dramatic clash of semi-phenominal, nearly-cosmic power, Taisen lunged as far as he could and smashed his mighty fist into the creature's snout as it's head broke the surface. What appeared to be a shiver rolled up the predator's spine as it's most sensitive spot was clobbered by godly strength, and for a good ten seconds it was motionless as it's brain overloaded and shorted out. In the time it wasn't moving, Taisen took that opportunity to grab it by it's tail and spin it around, using the momentum of the huge weight to vault it high into the air. Then he jumped after it. Fists of justice prepared to smash the giant monster as they both ascended, and when they collided in midair it was as if the sun had been rent asunder. Their descent was parallel, but only the shark's blood stained the water.

As Taisen suddenly awoke in a puddle of drool with his hand still bleeding, he felt a strange connection with samehada, one that he hadn't felt before. As he went to bed to recover from the blood loss, he swore he heard it whisper.

[Corvus]

+10

lol, love reading your training. Always so interesting.

[Molokai]

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Samehada Intermediate (鮫肌, Shark Skin)
Rank: "B"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: Learning intermediate Skills of Samehada (鮫肌, Shark Skin)
Special: ---
Drawback: Must have the Samehada (鮫肌, Shark Skin)
Description: Once gained the user must go through a series of training regiments to be able to control the sword and handle it with more of an ease. These are the intermediates of course which enables the user to be able to accurately move the sword around so then one is able to block, attack, and counter intermediate moves of C to B. (Reminder this does not mean that you godmod, it just means you are getting faster with the sword.) Can only be used with two hands.
Limit: Must know Samehada Basics(鮫肌, Shark Skin), Must know Sword Purity (刃丸 Yaiba Maru) "B"

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Several days of heavy sleep and heavy eating returned Taisen's blood supply to a normal, healthy level. Sick of trying not to move for fear of passing out, Taisen took this opportunity to go outside and practice wielding samehada before the next bonding session. Wandering out of his room, still feeling groggy and stiff, he found something peculiar in the room he left the sword in. He was certain he put it on the table, and knew for a fact that he hadn't touched it since the last time it took his blood, but somehow it was on the floor. Not only was it on the floor, but it was about five feet away from the table in the direction of his bedroom door. Had it been trying to get to him? Had there been some kind of intruder that moved the sword without stealing or disturbing anything else? Or was he just insane and put it there himself without remembering?

These concerns vanished as he picked the blade up, however. Something about its touch calmed the chill running up his spine, so he hefted it over his shoulder and headed outside. Once there, the omnipresent fog closed in on him and became unusually thick. Taisen's senses were alert, and nothing told of any danger, so he simply ignored the fog and grabbed samehada from his back. Holding it before him, he held his right hand up high near the blade itself and his left down low near the skull. He felt this gave him the maximum amount of control over the heavy blade and was pretty comfortable with it. Lunging forward, Taisen swung the blade over his head onto an invisible enemy then drew the blade and himself back to a neutral position

A training drill, he seemed to have invented. With this movement, the trainee would be strengthening the muscles used to swing the sword. It must have been a good one, because Taisen definitely felt the burn of his own move. Alternating the forward leg in the lunge started to engage his core and legs in the move, and within a few repetitions started trying out variants of it. Instead of just straight on, for instance, he started swinging the blade diagonally in an "X" pattern, causing his core and oblique muscles to be included. All of these things would factor into a good, strong swing with this extremely large blade. The more the workout burned, the better Taisen felt about it. But he knew this simple strength drill wouldn't make him better with using it, he also needed to come up with some technique.

After about half an hour of nonstop drill inventing, Taisen took a moment to rest and try to come up with some way to improve his skill with the blade. Taking it again in his hands, he held it before him in the way he imagined samurai would do and imagined an enemy before him. Using the lunge move, Taisen brought the blade quickly down on the shoulder of the spectral adversary, then pulled back and shaved most of his shoulder off. Since samehada was capable of doing damage only as blunt force or with a drawing cut, all of his ensuing techniques would have to involve that kind of motion. This impromtu technique seemed like a decent basic upon which variations and other martial-artsy things could come into being. Several hours later, Taisen had hardly broken a sweat. He decided he needed professional help, and headed toward the new training center that just finished construction.

[exit]

[JiMmIyZ]

+10 but gotta say it was a close one.