Gohma's Dojo (Training)

[✗Gohma✗]

Iaijutsu Stance
Rank: E Rank
Effect: Allows the use of Iaijutsu Forms.
Special: None
Drawbacks: None
Description: The practitioner moves into a bow stance, their main hand resting over the hilt of the sword without gripping it, and their offhand resting just under the hilt on the sheath; they stand slightly crouched, able to easily move to a kneeling of standing position for their forms.
Restrictions: Must have a Senpai/Sensei of a Kenjutsu Dojo to learn.

-/5

[First Post]

Standing before a pale-blue skinned standing shark, was a dark red shack, forest-green shingles lining the roof. This is the place. Gohma nodded his head and strode up the gravel conduit, and slid the door ajar. No one seemed to be present. Gohma peered around the room, searching for his sensei. He was sure this was the right residence.

Come in, boy~

An old rhaspy voice stabbed through the air and trapped itself in the cavity of Gohma's ear. The man revealed himself from behind a dressing screen. Holding a four foot stick in one hand, and his robe hiding his other.

You must be my student. No time for introductions! Take this!~

As Gohma stepped onto the wooden floor he jutted his head aside, gripping a molded staff which was sent spiraling through the air.

Are you trying to kill me?~

The old man came walking slowly towards him, eyeing the position Gohma resided in. He shook his head.

Bad, all bad. Sheath the stick~

Gohma cocked an eyebrow and eye'd the chunk of wood. It was fit for his sword. He withdrew his katana and safely tucked it onto a rack. Following the man's instructions, he slid it perfectly into the pocket of his sheath. The man approved, nodding his head.

Right, now, what is your motive child?~

I want to ready myself for my opponent's attack~

The boy was obedient, but had a twist of deviance locked in his colorless eyes. The man stood staring, still approving. He held his hand to his chin, surveying the young shark. Who's nervous sweat began to drizzle down the side of his temple.

Take your position then, how do you prepare for defense?~

Gohma reached his hand down to his wooden staff, locked into his sheath. Standing straight as a pencil, his gripped the grooved handle with his off hand. A quick snap to his palm from a leafless branch, quickly motivated Gohma to release the stick.

Ow!!~

You must, arch the back, prepare for the attack. You must use your dominant hand, and grip the weapon as if holding for dear life~

Gohma took his words into consideration. He reached for the staff once again, taking a half-step back, arching his back. He gripped his sword backwards, with his dominant palm, and held it tight. The air seemed dense, and almost unbreathable. Beginning to sweat, he shifted from one heel to another, trying to keep his composure.
He awaited eagerly. Though no response. He held the position, staring into the wrinkled sockets of his new sensei. The man stood frowning, and glaring. Gohma, glistened in the light of the dojo, showing his nervousness. Awaiting for the answer...

Well done~

[|Ayame Unbound|]

Learned~

[✗Gohma✗]

Reflex Training Rank: D, C and B Rank Effect: D Rank - Improves evasive and deflection/blocking skill marginally. C Rank - Improves evasive and deflection/blocking skill slightly. B Rank - Improves evasive and deflection/blocking skill moderately Special: None Drawbacks: Cannot learn Quick Strike training. Description: The practitioner is put through a series of rigorous repetitive movements to improve their ability to reflexively react to attacks by evading or deflecting/blocking with their sword. As they develop their training, their speed and reflexes slowly increase. Restriction: Must have a Senpai/Sensei of a Kenjutsu Dojo to learn. -/10 [First Post] The young Hoshigaki boy stood with his stick drawn, in the correct stance, waiting for the approval of the man. He nodded, and stared into the blackness of Gohma's eyes. It was awkwardly silent. The old man swiped his leg, ultimately resulting in a flinch from Gohma. He held his wooden sword drawn upside down, waiting. Deflect~ The old man growled as he spun around, reached behind the dressing screen and retreaved an orange ball. He swung his arm and sent the ball protruding through the air, aimed directly at the young boy. He held his breath, and closed his eyes. A stinging lash across his forehead began to pulsate as the ball slapped against it. Gohma groaned and rubbed his forehead with his free hand. His eyes opened once again, and peered into the boring disapproving gaze of the old man. He shook his head, and reached for the ball, which landed not but a foot in front of him after ricocheting off Gohma's face. The old man cocked his eyes and sent an almost evil glare into Gohma's soul. He telepathically asked Gohma to ready himself again, so he did. Gripping his wooden sword, he waited for the ball to attack the same spot, his forehead. This wasn't the case. The ball went flying through the air, and Gohma raised the wooden sword from it's sheath, only to feel another stinging slap against his chest. Gohma's sword stood erect, facing the ceiling, and blocking anything from hitting his face. He anticipated the attack to hit in the same spot. Looking back to the old man, he knew he failed once again. How could this man possibly throw a ball this quickly at his age. Your reflexes are terrible~ He spoke in a low tone as the ball went coursing back to where he was standing once again. His precision was remarkable. Gohma resheathed his sword, and waited again for the third throw. This time, he knew what he needed to do. Instead of relying on where it hit him last, he was going to follow it with his eyes. This seemed to be the most logical answer. The man picked up the ball once again, tossed it a few inches in the air in front of him, and lunged his leg forward, kicking the ball at an incredible speed. It was sent barreling through the air like a bullet, curving at a speed unimaginable. Gohma didn't shut his eyes. He locked them on his target, and waited for the precise moment. Ripping the wooden sword from his sheath, he slapped the ball from the air. A large thump in his chest sounded, but it was not the ball that struck him. It was his heart, congratulating him on a job well done. He smiled and looked to the old man with a deviant glare. Very nice, but most likely luck, try again~ Gohma resheathed his sword once again, and whispered to himself. I can prove myself. This is what I must do. He heard a swift cacophonous smack sound, as he dilated his eyes quicker than ever before locating the bright orange ball coursing like a bullet, straight for his face. Once again ripping the wooden sword from his waist, he turned it into a line in front of his eyes. As the ball collided with the blunt side of the stick, a loud pop sounded, and the orange remains fell lifeless to the floor. Silence once again. Hmph~

[|Ayame Unbound|]

+9

[✗Gohma✗]

Reflex Training Rank: D, C and B Rank Effect: D Rank - Improves evasive and deflection/blocking skill marginally. C Rank - Improves evasive and deflection/blocking skill slightly. B Rank - Improves evasive and deflection/blocking skill moderately Special: None Drawbacks: Cannot learn Quick Strike training. Description: The practitioner is put through a series of rigorous repetitive movements to improve their ability to reflexively react to attacks by evading or deflecting/blocking with their sword. As they develop their training, their speed and reflexes slowly increase. Restriction: Must have a Senpai/Sensei of a Kenjutsu Dojo to learn. ooc: You troll :( 9/10 [Second Post] Gohma stood breathing deeply, slowly, staring into the awkward man's eyes. Still not satisfied? Gohma walked slowly towards the old man, his stick once again sheathed. Perhaps while the training is still at bay, I can learn what this man's name is. Maybe some of his story... Maybe. The idea seemed interesting, so Gohma figured that was enough initiative to speak up. Who are you?~ Was that the right choice of words? Gohma never had self esteem issues, but he had a knack for saying the wrong things at the wrong times. He kept closing the distance between them, fifteen feet... Ten feet. The man licked his lips. You refer to me as sensei~ Gohma stopped a moment. How could he have a connection to this man, a relationship as teacher and student, if they weren't even acquainted? The only thing that matters here, is your improvement. You need assistance. You're too slow~ He gave Gohma a black stare, reached into his pocket and jerked his arm towards the young shark. Gohma's eyes shot open as he grabbed the hilt of his wooden sword, swung it straight up and heard the blunt smack. He smiled and nodded at the old man. My reflexes are satisfactory~ The old man whimpered and shook his head. His eyes sagged, and gazed at the floor. You have a lot to learn my dear boy~ A marble came rolling across the wooden floor, and tapped against Gohma's sandal. He bent his knees and picked up the shiney sphere, put it in his pocket and once again showed his teeth in satisfaction. If I can hit a small object like this marble, I can hit anything~ Another disappointed shake of the head, came mocking him, over and over.

[|Ayame Unbound|]

+.9














































Okay fine +1. <3

[✗Gohma✗]

Reflex Training Rank: D, C and B Rank Effect: D Rank - Improves evasive and deflection/blocking skill marginally. C Rank - Improves evasive and deflection/blocking skill slightly. B Rank - Improves evasive and deflection/blocking skill moderately Special: None Drawbacks: Cannot learn Quick Strike training. Description: The practitioner is put through a series of rigorous repetitive movements to improve their ability to reflexively react to attacks by evading or deflecting/blocking with their sword. As they develop their training, their speed and reflexes slowly increase. Restriction: Must have a Senpai/Sensei of a Kenjutsu Dojo to learn. -/10 [First Post] Gohma nods and waits with his stick sheathed to his side, his leg drawn slightly back. His back arched and his right palm left holding the backside of the hilt. Waiting, and watching his sensei, he spotted a quick movement. His sensei reached into his deep pockets, lining his robe, and made slight eye contact with Gohma. His grip hardened as a slight drip of sweat came running down his face. The man didn't have to say anything, only sat there gazing into Gohma's eyes. He realized it was another test; another technique to be learned. Gohma knew he was making progress, so he was completely okay with it. A quick movement caught Gohma off guard as he mused about learning techniques. With half a second lost, Gohma's eyes peered up to see five spherical objects hauling through the air, aiming in a buckshot position straight at his torso. How in the world should a shark dodge a buckshot? He pulled the sword from the sheath, swinging it in an upward position, but by then, it was too late. Two marbles struck his index finger, one hit his middle finger, while the other two struck him in the neck. The stinging sensation lasted for what felt like an eternity, as Gohma rested on one leg, holding his neck with his injured fingers. Unsure of what hurt more, he realized he shouldn't have let his guard down. That it was in fact, his fault. Without warning, his sensei took another step back, turning to his left, and reaching into his pocket. Gohma still ached from the previous attack, but with no arguments, stood up and grabbed the hilt. Almost instantly, three marble erupted from the man's grasp. Gohma was ready, though how could he hit all three of these marbles? He waited his half second, and slide his wooden sword into the air, swatting a marble from the sky. A tear from the paper, lining the walls, sounded as Gohma furiously smashed it away. Though with no time to celebrate, he felt the other two marbles smash unrelentingly into both sides of his cheeks. He shuttered as he fell once more to the dojo floor. Rise~ The old man commanded as he frowned. It hurt extremely bad, but Gohma, without a doubt, stood once again to block these marbles. He thought, quick and gripped his hilt. If instead of swinging the sword forward, I swing it to the side, I may be able to swipe everything at once.His mind set on a new technique, he took his step back, and arching slightly, waiting for the marbles. The old man, had no intention of giving him time to ready himself. By the time Gohma got into position, the marbles were sent cascading through the air. He quickly twisted his torso, and swung the sword with his right arm, twisting in a fasion that twirls the wooden blade. Standing on one foot as the blade creates an invisible whirlpool, he felt four tings bounce off the wood. Ultimately breaking the stick, the vibrations announced that Gohma release the weapon. As it lays there, sitting on the wooden dojo floor, Gohma glances back to his Sensei with a smile. He grimaces, and flicks an object through the air, this time, Gohma with no weapon. He looked around the room in an instant, nothing. Without a weapon, he closed his eyes and lifted his hand to embrace the impact, not thinking about a broken limb. Another marble of course, landed squarely in the middle of Gohma's palm. He looks down and smiles, as he realized, he's better at his reflexes than he thought.

[|Ayame Unbound|]

+10

[✗Gohma✗]

Mae (Front) Rank: D Rank Effect: Deflects/blocks a weak (D Rank or less) frontal attack. Special: None Drawbacks: None Description: Commencing from a kneeling position, the practitioner draws their sword to forestall a frontal attack as a simple defense then sheathes. Restrictions: Must have a Senpai/Sensei of a Kenjutsu Dojo to learn; must have Reflex Training (D Rank) or Quick Strike Training (D Rank) ooc: Captain, I'm getting the feeling you're my training thread stalker. -/10 [First Post] The old man returned to the dojo, with a pair of wooden katanas which, once again, fit perfectly in Gohma's sheath. A basic fit for katanas in general perhaps. The old man draw an offensive stance, threatening an attack towards Gohma. Gohma's eyes widened, as he flinched, taking an accidental step backwards. Breath... He took up his stance, preparing himself, with what reflexes he knew he had, he was sure he'd be ready for any kind of attack. The telepathic conversation now taking place between the two, was now so intense, Gohma had to speak. What are you doing?!~ Prepare!~ He responded in a cool tone, which truly intimidated Gohma. Gohma held the hilt of his sword, getting ready for what was about to come to him. Then, almost moments after a long, deep breathe escaped Gohma's lungs, the old man began lunging towards him, the sword tip pointed towards Gohma's gut. His first reaction: sidle. Gohma took one step to his left, not deflecting the attack, but avoiding it all together. He was appreciative of this action, but almost instantly, he felt a tight slap against his back. Stinging from his cheeks, forehead, neck, and now his back, encouraged him to quit training. This is not an option. Obviously the wooden sword swatted his back, after the first dodged attack. He sighed briefly in grief. Deflect the attack, and an opening presents itself~ Gohma nodded and took his position after walking to the opposite side of the dojo. He rubbed his back and locked eyes with his sensei. His sensei took up position once again, readying himself for the next attack. He took in a large breath and preyed on poor Gohma, lunging forward, aiming for Gohma's stomach once again. Gohma's first reaction was thinking about avoiding the attack again, regardless of his failure, so he cleared his mind quickly to devise a new plan. The sword is coming straight at him, meaning blocking straight on wouldn't be possible. Gohma's mind raced quickly to find an answer. He took a quick step back, to create a larger distance between him and his attacker. This in turn made it possible for deflection. Gohma's sword drew itself from the cold sheath, slashing diagonally up-right. The wood collided, sending the old man's sword flying through the dojo, and smacking against the wall. As the old man cocked his head and squinted one eye, he spoke lightly. Perhaps you have potential~ Though before he could utter a word, his sensei leaped forward once again, in about a three foot distance. This caught Gohma off guard, but his senses did everything. He twisted his torso again, and swung the wooden katana in a horizontal motion, swiping at the weapon his sensei now wielded. As the sword deflected the weapon, his sensei planted his feet on the ground with both hands gripped on his weapon. It was a wooden kunai of all things. Does this guy sit around and carve weapons out of trees? Blocked again, and this time, the old man approved, nodding his head. Gohma nodded sheathing his wooden sword and bowing, looking straight at the ground. This was improper, and as Gohma looked straight up, he saw his teachers hand swatting downward towards his head. He quickly erected his hand to stop the impact, forming a small smile on his sensei's face. This being the first time, in the uncomfortable amount of time that they've spent together, that the old man smiled with his grimey yellow teeth.

[Nyu]

(C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER)

+10

[✗Gohma✗]

Ushiro (Rear) Rank: D Rank Effect: Deflects/blocks a weak (D Rank or less) rear attack Special: None Drawbacks: None Description: Commencing from a kneeling position, the practitioner quickly turns and draws to forestall an attack from the rear as a simple defense then sheathes. Restrictions: Must have a Senpai/Sensei of a Kenjutsu Dojo to learn; must have Reflex Training (D Rank) or Quick Strike Training (D Rank) -/10 [First Post] Obviously now that Gohma has trained protecting his front, it is now time for him to master guarding his backside, which in turn is most vulnerable in a fight. Gohma doesn't know this, but will soon find out as he trains longer with his sensei. The old wrinkly man backs off, and gives Gohma enough space. A large gong rests behind Gohma, as some sort of wake up bell or decoration perhaps. Little did he know that this was going to be part of his training today. Gohma took up his stance, slightly pulling the wooden sword from the sheath, and waiting for the moment to deflect. He knew what he was training was meant to deflect and wait for an opening and strike. As he was thinking he saw his sensei throw something once again, this time it wasn't directed at him. Or was it? Gohma figured that the old man missed but by the time he was just about to laugh, he felt a sharp stinging sensation erupting in his lower back. Five marbles pelted him after ricocheting off the gong. This man was a genius. A rude and harsh genius. Gohma thought about how he was going to deflect them the same way he deflected the ones that came at him straight on, but nothing came to his mind at the time. He was facing his master when suddenly his movement spurred again. Too quick. Gohma didn't have enough time to turn around and slap the marbles. Pelting this time into his side, three red shaped bruises formed in his ribcage. He winced and forgot about the pain, for he knew for the rest of the time training with the man, this was just the beginning of pain. He took in a large breath and watched the old man. How many marbles could this man hold in his pocket and how could he have the aim he displays? Not to mention the power behind every throw. He must have had years and years of practice behind every single shot fired. Gohma was ready this time, taking up his stance once again, and waiting for the right opportunity to deflect. As the man reached into the pocket in his robe, Gohma watched as three marbles wizzed past his face. He twisted his torso, and gripped onto the hilt more securely, swinging the sword in the same direction. Lagging about twenty milliseconds behind Gohma's torso, his sword connected with the three marbles. He was surprised with the deflection as they went sent flying back into the gong, creating a loud piercing noise. He was about to congradulate himself but as he turned around he felt a blunt pain strike him in the stomach. Always be aware~ His instructor mentioned as his fist lied balled up in Gohma's grey gut. The wind was then knocked completely out of him, but he knew that he learned a lot about deflecting his backside. It needs to be one fluent motion, like the rippling of water, for him to watch the projected wizz by, and keep a close eye on where it's heading. In this case, directly into his back, but once deflected, you must also care to watch for the blows following, such as the strike his sensei slammed into his stomach. Gohma was educated on the subject and was ready to pursue further into his training.

[Nyu]

+8 More Length please.

[✗Gohma✗]

Battojutsu Stance Rank: E Rank Effect: Allows the use of Battojutsu forms Special: None Drawbacks: None Description: The practitioner moves into a bow stance, their main hand gripping the hilt of the sword and their offhand resting half way down the sheath; they stand slightly crouched, able to easily move to a kneeling of standing position for their forms. Restrictions: Must have a Senpai/Sensei of a Kenjutsu Dojo to learn. -/5 Mission: -/100 [First Post] Gohma walked back into the dojo, a day after his training outside. Twas a nice day, so he figured it was for the best. Kyoushi was sitting criss-cross, meditating. Obviously this is what most elderly do in the pass time for some reason. Is it relaxing? Whatever the reason, Gohma figured he should talk to him about training. He wanted to learn something more offensive, so that he ma retaliate an enemy attack with something of equal or greatuer force. Kyoushi stood and spoke. Telling him of a new stance that he must learn in order to complete his wishes. At first, this surprised Gohma, for he figured the answer was to be absolutely not. His master then assumes the correct position. Gohma watches the old man as he did so, bowing his head, and resting his main hand on the hilt of his sword. Gohma copied his direct movements. The position feels awkward, as if he's staring at the floor and not even paying any attention to what lies in front of him. That's a bad thing. Then a sharp sting on the back of his head, interrupted his concentration. His teacher instructed him to always be looking forward, and prepare for the enemy attack, just in case theirs is quicker. Of course this was obvious. He cranked his neck backwards and pulled the top of his head up so that he may see his masters movements, and the sincere looks on his face. He was very serious about this kind of training, and Gohma knew that. He explained how dangerous he can be, using it. Gohma then watched as Kyoushi's shoulders softened and they swayed above his torso, showing how relaxed he was. Then almost instantly, they lowered. He was now in a crouching position. And all this time, Gohma had been following his exact movements, this, Kyoushi agreed upon. He was pleased to see the stance come so naturally to Gohma as if he'd already done it before. He then placed his hand upon the sheath of his sword, ensuring that once the sword releases itself from the sheath, it doesn't go flinging everywhere. Then, finally, Kyoushi assumed a kneeling position, of which he posed in such grace. As if he's assumed this position plenty of times before. Generally, Gohma thought so but at the same time, he knew that in defense, they're matched.

[j]

You're not gonna finish learning that last technique? +5 for the stance I suppose.

[✗Gohma✗]

Mae-zuki (Front Thrust) Rank: D Rank Effect: A weak (D Rank) strike a frontal attacker Special: None Drawback: None Description: Commencing from a standing position, the practitioner draws and thrusts a frontal attacker then quickly sheathes Restriction: Must have a Senpai/Sensei of a Kenjutsu Dojo to learn; must have Quick Strike Training (D) or Reflex Training (D Rank) -/10 5/100 [First Post] OOC: I finished that technique a while ago in the 2x event. On to the most basic, and the most widely used attack within a sparring opportunity. Kyoushi began explaining what was needed to be done in order to perform this technique, and it's rather simple really. He knew all be basically needed to do was stab forward with his wooden sword that Kyoushi granted him at the beginning of his training. Kyoushi walked to the far side of the dojo, and dragged out a dummy for Gohma to practice on, this seemed basic and he's done it before. So it also seemed more reliable and comfortable for him. Gohma walked to the center of the dojo, where he and the dummy faced each other inevitably. They were basically like long lost rivals, as if the dummy could fight back. Kyoushi then asked Gohma to prepared himself and to deeply breath, for he needed to exert his breath just as he thrusted his sword forward for impact. If this was done correctly, he knew there was going to be ripping or puncture holes. Gohma arched his back forward, with his face towards the ground. He looked up and one of his legs slipped back behind his torso, giving him just enough of a crouch so that he's set and ready to take the thrust. He then placed his left hand upon the sheath of his sword, while his right laid flat atop the hilt, ready for attack. He gripped the hilt, and eyed the very point he planned to puncture. He was thinking the neck, but the problem was missing. If he were to miss, it would be more than embarrassing. Gohma's hand pushed forward, dragging the sword with it, and jamming into the stomach of the dummy. The insides puffed a sort of cream colored powder from inside. Gohma figured he had pulled the procedure off effectively and efficiently, but his teacher suggested otherwise. He must attack with accuracy and strike strongly and efficiently. Though he disliked his teachers disapproval, he also decided to withdraw from arguing and follow directions. And so, Kyoushi directed him to try again, only this time to aim for vital points and sheath his weapon. He instructed him to follow up on the fundamentals and think about his training more than destroying his target. Gohma's first reaction was to set his footing again. He set his feet and gave a sort of a crouch to improve his striking damage. Though his instructor disagreed with his stance. He decided that Gohma must improve on accuracy and such before he should depend more on brute strength. He drew back, eyeballing the neck of the dummy and vowing to puncture what would illegibly be it's throat. His sword still drawn, now felt the fleshy, scaly, hands of a human shark. Pulled from the sheath, it came thrashing through the air and slamming into the throat of the dummy. Though still, this was not good enough for his trainer. He shook his head and scolded once again. Gohma must draw back to the fundamentals. He watched his trainer explain and show what needed to be done. He watched his trainer crouch and hold his elbow at a ninety degree angle. Gripping the sword was a new procedure, because usually he just rests it atop the hilt. He followed his trainers stature and copied any angle and every new position. Then, as he saw his trainer take a step foreward, this was the point Gohma knew he must work on. He did the same, and felt the sword draw from his sheath, piercing through the throat of his dummy, but not enough to push all the way through. Still, the fluent motion seemed effective, but not enough damage was to be taken place. He knew this was just the beginning of his future training.

[Solus]

+10

[✗Gohma✗]

Kesagiri (Diagonal Cut) Rank: D Rank Effect: A weak (D Rank) strike to an approaching attacker Special: None Drawbacks: None Description: Commencing from a standing position, the practitioner draws and strikes an approaching attacker then quickly sheathes. Restriction: Must have a Senpai/Sensei of a Kenjutsu Dojo to learn; must have Quick Strike Training (D) or Reflex Training (D Rank) -/10 15/100 [First Post] Gohma stood talking to his sensei, speaking of the next technique. He was ready to take on bigger and better feats, but Kyoushi began speaking of the basics. Already Gohma's been fleeing through the more advanced defenses and figured he no longer needed to take on the basics. Though this wasn't true. While it's true he's been practicing kenjutsu often, he also has a need to learn more of a basic grasp on the offensive side. His teacher began speaking of a certain cutting technique which can divulge larger and more complex techniques. They conversed about what was needed to be done. And in this case, he would first demonstrate on the dummy, and then on Kyoushi. This is how it was going to be done from now on. He got himself ready, watching his trainer. Though this time he was instead of following the procedure, his trainer spoke in depth about it. He began saying that standing in his current position was fine, the stance had little effect upon the technique. Instead, all he was going to need to do, was draw his sword and slice it from armpit to armpit, ultimately exposing the whole frontal side of his opponent. This was going to be a basic but effective attack in his case. He wanted to start quickly, but his stance bothered him. He assumed the normal offensive kenjutsu stance, but crouching slightly, bowing his head and gripping the hilt of his sword. Almost already drawing it ready for attack. The blade was exposed at the base. He looked the dummy in the black button eyes, and took a step forward, pulling the sword from the sheath. As he twisted his torso, he could feel the sword come slicing through the air and sliding against the fabric of the dummy. He watched as the shirt of the dummy came sliding off the bottom half of it's torso and slapping lifelessly against the ground. He felt accomplished and as if he completed the technique without a problem. Though his trainer Kyoushi still had the look of rejection. His frown took over as Gohma watched his dreams fade further and further away from him. How was he going to reach being the best if all his teacher was doing was holding him back. Though he supposed it was for his own good. Now, Gohma wanted to know what he needed to do to finish up this technique and go on to the next one. This could be clearly explained by Kyoushi, who stood on the opposite side of the dojo watching his progress. He began to explain the importance of his techniques, and how they can save his life in a real situation. He explained that the technique was next going to need to be performed upon him. This surprised Gohma and made him wonder his his sensei liked the feeling of pain. But then again, he knew it was always going to be different when using a technique on a moving person. All he would need to do is wait for the oppotunity to present itself and the attack was going to land no problem. It almost seemed like a sure thing. He got into position and so did his mentor, as he drew his wooden sword and set his footing. Gohma stood waiting for the opportunity like he had planned but his teacher began swinging his swor at him. Though they were easily dodged, he decided that at this rate, the opportunity would never present itself. He needed to be right in front of him and that wasn't going to happen so long as Kyoushi continued swinging his sword. So the first idea popped into Gohma's head, was the best he could thing of. As the sword came crashing down to Gohma's feet, he swung aroudn Kyoushi's back and swung the sword from left to right, dragging it across his back. It seemed, the technique must have been a success.

[Solus]

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[✗Gohma✗]

Nibaigiri (Double Cut) Rank: D Rank Effect: Two weak (D Rank) strikes at a single opponent Special: None Drawbacks: None Description: Commencing from a kneeling position, the practitioner rises and draws, making a rising strike on the draw and a dropping strike as he sheathes. Restriction: Must have a Senpai/Sensei of a Kenjutsu Dojo to learn; must have Quick Strike Training (D) or Reflex Training (D Rank) -/10 25/100 [First Post] With that technique down and out of the way, Gohma seemed to be looking in good shape. He was getting better at the offensive moves and was coming along nicely. At this rate, he figured he was going to master this Kenjutsu stuff. What was going to become of him after that you may wonder? He's going to continue suiton, to master that form of work. It was all falling according to plan. Kyoushi then congratulated him and began speaking of a more useful, quick, and efficient technique that falls under one of his favorites. If used correctly, this technique could really cut someone open and do some damage if the cuts arent treated correctly. With the explanation out of the way, Gohma knew this one might take some more careful examination. Kyoushi explains that the technique starts in regular stance, and is accelerated with the rise of the torso. If this is done correctly, then the whole technique may become a disaster for the opposing character. He then shifts into position, sliding one foot back to gather his footing clearly, and rests his hand on the hilt of his sword. The dummy's clothes were not put together, but it was okay. That's what they were for. He watched as the dummy shifted from left to right, balancing on it's rickety legs. He figured this was going to be a piece of cake. Pulling the hilt, he unsheathed the sword slightly from a bowing position. This made him feel like a real swordsman, like he's been doing it for years. He smiled. It was time. He pulled the sword completely from the sheath, ripping it up through the air until he felt the tug. Pulling it up further, he could feel the tearing from the rest of the dummies torso. He knew it was doing a good job until it ripped free. He knew he mustn't waste any time while doing so, because his stomach was now exposed and easily penetrable. He pulled down almost immediately, to slam into the shoulder of the dummy, and drag downwards, tracing the same path he had created on the way up. As the sword came down, he looked down to guide the wooden masterpiece into the sheath created by Kyoushi. The technique seemed like a success. Though he didn't count on it just yet, because of the past reasons. Of course his teacher didn't approve just yet. You can't just learn a technique on the first try anyway. What needed to be done was he needed to attack his teacher once again, and he knew this was the reason of his disapproval thus far. The way out of the situation now, was to get started. He provoked his teacher by raising his hand and directing him to the center of the dojo, where Gohma had already begun walking. Just waiting for the opportunity to smash his trainer into the ground. Though before he could make a move he could feel a presence standing behind him, and a smack on the head. He knew this was him, and at that moment, his ego fell below the floor and his chin dug straight into his chest. Gohma then drew his sword, looking into Kyoushi's blank eyes. He then walked to the center of the dojo, where Gohma had originally directed him. He knew he didn't give the orders but he was just trying to get the training on a roll. Gohma took the first step in, lunging while his opponent was still getting ready. Though a quick sidle put Gohma at risk from the left side. This was quickly defended by a one-eighty which set Gohma standing face to face with Kyoushi once again. His wooden sword was already prviously coming down to attack Gohma's side, when he quickly sidled, and the opportunity presented itself once again. He drew his sword, slammed it against the left side of his teacher's torso, and drug it back down the right. Technique success.

[Nyu]

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