Rippling Tide of Battle [Invite Only]

[Baek]

When Baek had stepped through the dimension he had not expected anything quite as grand as the scene unfolded before him. His breath hovered before him in filmy white puffs and the cold of winter sunk deep into his unprepared bones. Even as the harsh climates set him at a disadvantage he remained aware of himself, each detail coming through sensory mediums that set him at ease for the moment.

45 marbles, 2 frag grenades, 4 smoke grenades, 1 stun grenade, and 150 ninja stars… he tallied mentally as his eyes sought to find suitable ground for him to fight. That was what he was here for after all.

The area was a 100x100 meter setting with a large lake inset by land ate up approximately 60x60 meters leaving approximately 20-30 meters of land on all sides of the water after crossing its expanse to reach it. The lands themselves were mostly mounds of snow whose peaks and valleys began at awkward angles that would make it hard to gain a solid footing on. The snow was so fine that stepping in it with any amount of force would sink a person’s foot approximately .5 meters into the ground from which they would have to pull themselves up from. A quick survey placed him 30 meters out from the nearest strip of icy glacier land which was westward from his position. A sudden urge to laugh at the irony of his situation rumbled up from his freezing gut. He’d been seeking out a fight worthy enough to hone his skills beyond their current limitations, but instead he had found a tundra wasteland with little food to eat and an endless number of places that the enemy could hide before striking. In his thoughts he emphasized the enemy hiding as his honor would not allow him to use crude guerilla tactics whether he was ninja or not. Ninja was only a title after all in the same way that his being named Kage was a title, but honor was not a title; it was a way of life.

Coughing as a too-quick intake of icy air rolled over the unnaturally still water he realized that the temperature on the water’s surface was easily as low as than 10 degrees Fahrenheit which meant fighting on the water’s surface for extended amounts of time without a heat source could mean hypothermia—at best. His cloak surrounded in a protective shroud of fur on the inside while the waterproof leather coating would keep the freezing liquid beneath him from seeping in his skin. Inside the folds of the equipment heavy wear he reached for the reassuring feel of his daito katana, sheathed on his left hip, waiting to be drawn. He only hoped that the searing cold would not freeze the metallic weaponry into his case at a dire moment, but such things were beyond his control as these things lay at the dictation of the battle.

Tonight’s moon was full and beautiful. Its reflection glowing palely in the water below it and it held such vivacity that Baek was almost willing to ignore the creeping cold threatening to strangle him where he stood stone-still waiting for his opponent to make their appearance. Above all things he could not appear weak as a first impression—not for anyone would he be prepared to look weak.

[OOC: You can post tips or corrections in OOC or you can PM me. Again, thank you for this opportunity.]

[Runeska]

Well, these circumstances were quite odd. The land was unforgiving in a different sense. As hot as the dessert’s scorching sun was, the unforgiving winds of the tundra were just as cold, and the land just as barren. Travel over them had been quite harsh, mostly for lack of food and scenery. Luckily, his long past survival training made it possible for him to live here, at least in passing. But even so, his training hadn’t properly prepared him for such a climate. Every step through the snow put him around to his knees in tundra frost and there was no cover to scope out his surrounding, as well as nothing to offer warmth. But he’d manage.

Luckily for him, his hunger had abated a few hours ago when he happened upon a large bear. It sought to have itself a snack, or an appetizer, but instead became a grand meal for the hungry kamyuja. He simply roasted the entire creature over a massive spit, which took a long time, but did the job. The bear left much desired for taste, mostly because, Runeska had been unable to season it. That had been some hours ago though near a forested region. Now however night was falling in. There was no telling how low the already abysmal temperature would drop, but light and thus visibility was already becoming low, with the monotone surroundings not aiding any.

Considering that the temperature was already so low, Runeska found it necessary to draw on as much of his clothing as he could to conserve his body temperature. There had to be some way to get his blood flowing better, less, even he could fall to the environment. That mustn’t happen. He quickly peered through his inventory to see what equipment he head remembered to bring along for his journey. There were 3 blood clot and soldier pills, a gas mask, 40 exploding tags, 4 kunai, 1 knife, 2 different katana, a wakizashi, and his tenkyo buryoku. Yeah, everything was in order.


Now… to find something to drink. He was no blood hound, but there was a large lake ahead. He would approach it, knowing of its location only through the luminous moon which had peeked overhead and reflected its light on the surface. He quickly arrived there from its opposite shore… only to discover that there was another man far away in the distance, on its opposite side, 60 meters away. It’s not as though he could see him all too well. Rather, Runeska could feel him. So what was this man doing out here? He appeared to be searching or awaiting something, and somehow, it didn’t appear to be this lake of ice.


OOC: I'll probably pm you, but there's nothing wrong with the opening post from my pov.

[Baek]

Except for the especially fierce gust of wind, the water remained clear, reflecting everything from the sky to fringe edges of the icy lands circling it, even catching Baek in its mirroring. It seemed to take an eternity for him for him to remove his eyes from the reflection that stared back at him with the same hard as emerald gaze that was both empty as it was knowing; there something unsettling about staring too deeply into the pits of one’s soul. Deciding to move onward he began his slow trek across the water’s surface, utilizing ninja skills that every academy student learned before leaving their fledging years behind.

Thinking nothing of the feat he walked aimlessly, curtains of snow-laden winds cutting his vision off from time to time and though the cloak provided some warmth he could still feel as the cruel embrace of winter’s chill began slipping into his flesh. Glancing down again he pondered on sampling some of the lake water beneath his feet, but decided against, afraid that giving the cold any purchase could lead to a very quick bout with death on more natural terms. It was as he lifted his gaze, as his eyes traveled along a straight path up from the lake to the encircling block of ice and slushy snow that he caught what looked like a speck of a man some 50 meters due north from his current position.

If he could smile without splitting his frosted lips he would have, but as things were he simply tucked his chin further into the collar of the cloak and began the slow march forward. His eyes never left the new intruder although he did take note of the otherwise natural peace of the land. There was a wonderful rarity to the air that made him suspicious as to what land he had stumbled into in search of an honorable bout.

Even more important was this nagging worry that he was violating his sense of duty by being here. There were people he needed to protect, promises he needed to fulfill, and yet here he was seeking to lose himself in adrunken ecstasy of battle like some bloodthirsty warmonger. When the water beneath his feet cracked indicating that he had drawn close enough to the shore that ice had formed at the edges, he stopped. Squinting his eyes he could make out a few details of the person standing along the shore now about 30 meters north of him. Hair that matched his own in color and skin that reminded him of the warm feel of his mother squeezing him tightly to her mocha-colored bosom made him wonder if perhaps he was looking at another reflection of himself.

He took another step forward and stopped, eyes narrowing. Even at this distance he could make the distinct shapes of at least 2 separate blades and there was no longer any uncertainty of what sort of prey he had stumbled upon out here in the cold. Now his honor’s requirement was sated. In carrying a sword a man proclaimed to the world that he was prepared to die by the sword and as such invited—even welcomed all manner of violence simply for the sake of proving their existence’s worth as the one thing such people cherished above all else: a swordsman.

Risking freezing even in the brief exposure to the night's infrequent breeze Baek opened his cloak to reveal the single katana dangling at his own waist. It was a gesture to indicate that he too, was a man of war craft, one ready to die at a moment’s notice. Whether the meaning behind his gesture was clear or not he allowed his cloak to fold back over his skin. It was too cold an environment for niceties to be observed over-thoroughly. Now two people, possibly both aware of each other’s status as swordsmen stood watching one another within the reasonable range of 30 meters. Already Baek could feel his blood coursing with the excited adrenaline coaxed on by the anticipation of battle, but he placed the uncontrolled passion to the side instead coveting the inner peace brought on by entering the Void.

Now his thoughts would be purposeful, directed, and above all, they would be the honorable thoughts of a warrior not a mad man.

[Runeska]

Gekkido decided to stay where he was and watch the man for just a moment. He initially appeared to be searching for something but then seemed to have been lost in thought. Perhaps the scenery was a bit much for him. Maybe, the wind was slowly addling his mind with its crisp cold embrace. Truthfully, Gekkido himself could become a victim of this weather too, if he weren’t too careful. But that was neither here nor there, yet. What he became ever more so concerned about was the man’s slowly closer drawing path. His, for the most part, silvery white grayish appearance might have made it hard to see, but the man didn’t seem ready to stop.

There was little to do other than observe him, for now. As he got closer, Gekkido to make out more defining features, such as his caramel brown skin tone and strikingly similar silvery spiked hair. However this man was much smaller in stature than Gekkido could have expected. Was he simply hunched over in the weather? No, he really was quite short, shorter than he himself was. In fact, if he weren’t mistaken, this man was merely a boy, latent or obvious power aside.

That brought up another obvious observation. Runeska had decided to take a keener look at this boy utilizing his mind’s eye. Not too shabby. Not too shabby at all. Someone had indeed dabbled into some form of arts, whether they be the arts of combat or ninjutsu, yet, this boy was weaker than himself clearly, but wouldn’t go unnoticed. With this level of strength one had to wonder just what did this young one expect to find out hear. There was a feeling, something of a vibe in the air, that one gets when around the presence of someone who’s intoxicated.

It was only when the boy had stepped closer, off the edge of the ice that Gekkido made the connection. He was a swordman, looking form of opponent. It was easier to put the fact together with the sudden gesture of his bearing his sword. One doesn’t simply bare arms without intent, just as an animal bares no claw or fangs without the intent. However, the boy looked calm, not like some strange blood thirsty warrior or killer. What exactly did he want? He should know, when you cross blades with a stranger, there’s not telling what kind of opponent you’d reveal.

He quickly pulled himself away from his introspection however, and brought silence to the inner world of his voices. They need not interfere and rob him of a rare chance. Mother Nature’s cold embrace would have no heed here, not until he’d sheath his blade for the last time this day. But first, there was the boy. He would give him a fair warning to allow him to drawback and save himself, as Gekkido couldn’t guarantee how badly this would go once he drew his sword for the first time.

“Hey kid!!” he’d call into the distance, not having moved yet. “Are you sure you’re ready to throw away your life? This show has a steep cost.” If there was no indication that the boy planned to retreat and end this nonsense now, there was no point in feeling remorse if Gekkido took his life, so, there was nothing left to feel. He would steel his heart blank his mind. From his position, still 30 meters from the boy, Gekkido would wrap his mind loosely in a void like blanket of chaos , just long enough to perform 2 simple actions. The first was to simply clear the land around him, and make it suitable for a good show.

To do this, he would simply point both his hands at the ground and a give a fierce clap. From his hands, a powerful shockwave would strike the ground and snow beneath his feet. However, because he could not simply move the ground away with his force, the shockwave would fan out into the snow in a circular pattern, sweeping and pushing all away from him in a ring. Within a few moments, that ring would carry the snow 55 meters in diameter away from , given him about 22 meters of stepping space on any given angle. The snow which had been swept from his ring would evenly displace itself outside of the 55 meter ring, causing the snow to elevate slightly higher outside.

The last was to observe his opponent’s potential combat profile. By observing the opponents aura of chakra surrounding him, he could tell that his opponent had a reasonably sized chakra pool, but his ability to mold it was just above basic, giving his opponent a body more prone to feats of taijutsu, or in his case, kenjutsu. Yeah, this fight would not end too well for the boy. With the information he wanted, he flickered off his chaos and observed the boy with his eyes, watching for any sudden movements. His every sense was ablaze with the spirit of combat as he waited for the boy to make the first move. He himself had yet to move from 30 meters away.

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Passives
Warrior’s mind A rank
Combat perception S rank
Mind’s eye of kagura A rank
Mind’s eye extention B rank (100 meters)

Used techniques
Eternal Chaos (immediately turned off)

Thunderclap 30 tp
Rank: “C”
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: The user takes their arms and quickly gives out a clap. The shear force of the user’s strength and hands sends a shock wave slamming into the opponent.
Special: Must have two arms to perform this technique.
Drawback: ---
Description: The user quickly claps their hands together once sending a fierce shock wave around the opponent capable of sending the opponent into the distance. Depending on the Class level depends on how strong this technique may be. When the user first learns this technique as a “D” Class ninja the user is able to send a shock wave of sheer force in the distance of twenty meters capable of giving a knock back of five meters away from the twenty meter region. For every class level the user may be higher then that of “D” Class the technique increases at a distance of five meters giving it a total of forty meters, with a knock back of twenty five meters past the initial shockwave point. This technique is able to counter against thrown and other projectile weapons. This technique is able to redirect other projectile techniques as well only equal to the rank of Thunderclap. For every level of Chaos the user activates the distance increases by five meters.
Limit: Must be a Kamyuja Member, Must have two Arms capable of the Thunderclap

[Baek]

The resulting blast of cold wind threw Baek’s cloak back over his shoulders and for an instant he felt needles of frigid arctic air stabbing into his skin, his nerves firing endlessly to relay their discomfort. From within the cage of the Void he acknowledged the cold as something to be noticed, but dismissed it as a problem. Willing himself motionless Baek remained stoic as his hair was blown back by the rushing airflow caused by the theatrical display of power; his opponent was no ordinary human to have generated so much force from a single clap.

Suddenly Baek was aware of his palms being slick. As his cloak returned to covering his torso, shielding him against the environment’s chill he slowly began to realize that while his mind was numb to the emotional tide of the rest of his mind, his body was still responding to the fear of this strange man who looked very much like him. Snow heavy winds carried the slush past him and he felt even colder as lumps of frost landed him as they passed over him and continued on for some distance behind him. Can this power really be the level of a human? A single clap did all that? Though his expression was blank the same two questions rattled around in his mind making him uncertain if challenging such a person was really such a good idea. Finally he closed his eyes, smirking at his own foolishness and accepted his fate.

He was simply not the kind of man who could walk away from a fight with someone he knew was strong. The trembling in his palms hadn’t come from fear alone—there was excitement in dueling a monster such as the one that had appeared before him; it had become his duty to fight if not win.

Hands hidden in the folds of his cloak his left hand worked half-seals of a jutsu he’d come to know fairly well and instantly the darkness of the night was illuminated around him as a flock of 40 bird-like creations of the Raiton element began flapping around him. Still holding the final seal of the jutsu Baek eyed his opponent coolly, waiting only for a second before sending the creatures hurtling towards their target at breakneck speeds. Having not mastered the manipulation involved with this technique, Baek’s birds were large and somewhat clumsy as they flapped towards the white haired enemy. Still as they traveled the distance of 30 meters to the opponent in just under 3 seconds he only hoped that they would provide enough of a distraction for the enemy to show the source of their monstrous strength. He would watch the man carefully before deciding to strike with his own power…that was all he could do now.

Honor or no, engaging in close combat with opponent like that haphazardly would leave him dead…or worse, shamed.

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Raiton – Raiu Karasu (Thunderstorm Raven)x 8
Rank: "C", "B"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: User creates birds out of Lightning to shoot at opponents.
Special: "Handseals" - Holds "Bird Handseal"
Drawback: Must learn multiple times. Birds disappear after moving further than 40 meters away from the user.
Description: User forms needed handseals and hold the Bird Handseal. User creates an amount of birds (User's Choice, Mostly Ravens) and shoots them at the opponent. Each bird is created from pure electricity, discharge into a shock of electricity when striking an object while having a 2 foot wingspan. Each individual bird has a "D" Rank equivalent amount of power when hitting. Depending on the Rank the user knows depends on the amount of birds the user is able to create, how many times they must learn the same rank before going into the next rank, how much power it takes to create the birds, and how well each bird can fly.

"C" Rank - When first learned the user is able to create 5 birds each time the technique is performed. User is able to learn this rank 10 times. Each time learned user is able to create 5 additional birds each time technique is performed, creating a maximum of 50 birds if learned 10 times. Every 10 birds uses the amount of energy equal to 1 "C" Rank Technique. Each bird has the flight capability of Poor: The creature flies as well as a very large bird.

"B" Rank - After learning the "C" Rank 10 times, user must then learn the "B" Rank version. Each time learned the user is able to create 5 additional birds on top of the 50. User is able to learn this rank 10 times giving a maximum of 100 birds created each time the technique is performed. Every 10 birds uses the amount of energy equal to 1 "C" Rank Technique. Each bird has the flight capability of Average: The creature can fly as adroitly as a small bird.
Limit: Must have Lightning Release.

[Runeska]

Hm… so what was this boy going to do first? Unintentionally, Gekkido had just frightened or perhaps intimidated his opponent just by clearing the snow the way he had. Throughout his experiences in this world though, there were always those who would attempt to fight from a distance after somehow getting intimidated or having a divine revelations of their doom, should he get within melee distance. That was alright though. If this boy intended to do the same thing… well Gekkido would simply have to crush such a foolish notion.

While his opponent would be forming hidden handseals, Gekkido would perform an obvious attack. He would take a single aggressive step forward with his right leg, placing it before the left. At the same time, his left hand would be gripping the sheath of his soon to be drawn sword. Just as the right foot hit the floor, Gekkido would use his right hand to quick draw it at an unbelievable speed. As the drawing motion met the end of the sheath, he’d flick the drawing arm while position the sheath. Instantly, a powerful battojutsu shockwave would be formed in the form a sphere of energy, yet, it contained no true killing intent.

The sphere would be a transparent physical distortion in the night air, making it difficult to spot against the already white snowy ground between them. While it traveled to his opponent, his opponent finished his handseals and formed 40 all too familiar birds of lightning around him, then turned them to Gekkido. While the birds would soon close in on him, the sphere would do the same to his opponent. However Gekkido could simply move out of range from the ravens, which were all swarming towards him on a frontal path. For this, a simple retreating shunshin and a few steps away would place the distance between he and his pseudo self, as 42 meters away. If the ravens continued at this point, they’d fade away before reaching, so Runeska would stay weary just in case, but began a string of handseals to prep a technique after sheathing his sword. With the seals finishing in approximately 2.5 seconds, a small raiton spark would form against his left hand, and he’d hold the spark as it disappeared from sight.

Why else would Gekkido have cleared the snow, other than for tactical footing? His opponent on the other hand was still surrounded by .5 meters snow, closer to .75, as Runeska had redistributed the snow so that there was more outside of his ring. Quick movements would be possible of course, but high speed maneuvers would be tricky, if not downright difficult and clumsy. The ring of cleared snow was about 8 meters before him, if he wished for proper footing, but if he moved forward to get there, he’d hit the sphere. But if he dodged without moving far enough, he’d be caught in the attack. The attack in question would come from the sphere, which, after traveling to the opponent’s current location would cause a 5 meter explosion of highly concussive force. The strike would completely knock the wind out of him and stun him for some time, unless it was avoided.

If the birds hadn’t managed to do disperse before reaching, Runeska would use another body flicker just before they reached him to move himself far back another 10 meters, placing him the far side of his 55 meter ring and a grand total of 50 meters from between he and his opponent. Yet, he’d to keep a keen sight on his opponent, less he miss some important detail.

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Passives
Warrior’s mind A rank
Combat perception S rank
Mind’s eye of kagura A rank
Mind’s eye extention B rank (100 meters)


Techniques
Shunshin 1-2 of 23
Unknown technique prepped and charging

Gosei Ryuu: Battōjutsu Hogosha Kai (Art of Sword-drawing, Juggernaut Cut) 80 tp
Rank: "A" + "C" Rank Variation
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: User unsheathes the sword with blinding speed to cut through far away enemies with a unique wave of energy.
Special: ---
Drawback: Only able to do this once per movement.
Description: The user performs a variation of the Gosei Ryuu: Battōjutsu (Art of Drawing the Blade) technique where the user flicks the sword slightly, turning the sword with the sheathe as the sword is drawn. This is a Gosei Ryuu: Ryusen (Dragon Strike) variation that follows the same capabilities with distance and power. The energy of the wave is funneled through the sheathe and it expands outwards before exploding with waves of cutting force in a large sphere of 5 meters cutting those within the range of the sphere.
Variation: Gosei Ryuu: Battōjutsu Kohogosha Kai (Art of Sword-drawing, Great Juggernaut Cut) - A variation of the Gosei Ryuu: Battōjutsu Hogosha Kai (Art of Sword-drawing, Juggernaut Cut) technique that allows the Sphere distance to increase into a 10 meter sphere of force that slashes and cuts vigorously.

Limit: Must Learn from a Master of Burēdono Kenseijin - ブレードの剣聖人 - Blade of the Sword Saint, Must know Gosei Ryuu: Battōjutsu (Art of Drawing the Blade)


Gosei Ryuu: Ryusen (Dragon Strike) 140tp
Rank: ,"C" "B", "A"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: This technique is a range technique that sends a force wave attack in a line at far off distances to cut those far away.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A simple technique and the basic technique that must be learned before going into the more advanced techniques of Gosei Ryuu. The user slashes their sword with such strength and fierce force that a blade of force is shocked out with the blade knocking into whoever stands in its way capable of cutting capabilities as if it were a regular sword. When first learned this technique is only as strong as if a user was stricken by a simple bat. When the user learns the next rank, the "B" rank, the force feels like the user was cut like an actual sword. When the user learns the last rank, the highest rank, "A" rank" the force cannot be stopped by a block. The best option is to dodge. Depending on the user's class level depends on the strength of the technique.
"D" Class - Fifteen Meter Cone
"C" Class - Twenty Meter Cone
"B" Class - Thirty Five Meter Cone
"A" Class - Fifty Five Meter Cone
S Class - Eighty Meter Cone

Limit: Must Learn from a Master of Burēdono Kenseijin - ブレードの剣聖人 - Blade of the Sword Saint, Must know all Stances.


OOC: Juggernaut cut is the tech in use. It’s a Ryusen sub tech of battojutsu, so it’s in quotes. My range though, is only 30 meters with it, as I’ve yet to update the tech in my bio.

[Baek]

The moment the ravens took their flight patterns Baek felt a pressure coming from the enemy’s direction, a force that he couldn’t see, but nonetheless pressed against his body with the gentle assurance of a foreboding attack. With not a second to spare the slush piling in a semispherical formation from the man’s orientation began to part under the duress of some anomaly that Baek couldn’t pick out clearly with his eyes, but his body knew better than to simply wait on results before taking action. Before the unseen attack had drawn 10 meters to him he turned heel and took four quick steps before leaping into the freezing lake water with snowy slush floating at its surface from the monster’s earlier clearing.

While his enemy remained landlocked for the time being, Baek had traversed to the battle scene by the waterside leaving him an out in the direction of the lake should the need arise; and arise it did. No sooner had had plunged into the skin peeling coldness of the black water lake did a vengeful gale like wind rip through the air above him, tearing the tail end of his cloak in the process. Underwater Baek quickly searched for any solutions to his predicament, but the cold clamped tightly against his skin and blocked out all thoughts of escape or otherwise. Within two seconds he was bounding back for the water’s surface, gasping as needles of ice drove into his waist and thighs threatening with potential frostbite for every second he lingered. Scrabbling to get his feet atop the ever shifting lake’s surface Baek shuddered against the cold as his water-heavy cloak clung to his skin only making matters worse.

Having just narrowly avoided his enemy’s attack, now freezing down to his hair follicles, there was a deep sense of dread that had crept in with the cold. Is this my limit? What I have been training for if this is all I can manage? Daunting questions when faced with a juggernaut the likes which hardly seemed human, but this was no dream and Baek’s numb fingers hungrily searched to find the grounding feeling of his swords’ leather wrapped hilt; something to give him focus. Panting as the penetrating cold seared his bones, he said nothing as while his body trembled, water rivulets dripping from his unimpressive form. Yet he could not find it within himself to completely give in; he could not simply surrender his life as much as he wanted to.

That realization gave rise to the courage he’d thought had long fled from. Sliding his left foot forward and spreading his stance so that his feet were shoulder width apart Baek gathered himself in a familiar stance. There was no running away from this fight; he should have known that the moment he flashed his weapon without a second’s thought—that was the way true swordsmen conducted themselves. Everything was instinctual, nothing, but the craft was left for the mind to dwell upon. By now his center of gravity had lowered and was his body leaned slightly forward so that he was on balls of his feet like a cat ready to pounce. His opponent had pushed him back with the last attack, the distance now somewhere in the vicinity of 40 meters, but suddenly the space between them seemed so insignificant. Closing his eyes for a moment, his body and mind forged a connection which for a moment yielded nothing.

Then there was a flash of light within his mind and the cold receded to the dark corners of his being as delirious amounts of power rushed through him. Outwardly small, blue tongues of fire erupted from beneath his clothing and when he opened his eyes they were no longer emerald green instead they flickered with the faint glow of the inner power coursing through him. The water at his feet radiated in a 1 meter diameter sphere away from him, but he took no notice of these things as his left hand dropped onto the sheath on his left hip.

Finally he was ready to bring this battle in close.

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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.

First Gate— Mûlâdhâra [Open/Initial]
Rank: "B" Rank
Skill: Taijutsu, Supplementary
Effect: The body can only go 20% of it's limits naturally, with all the gates on. With each gate, however, the body can go an extra 10% for each gate broken. The Initial Gate enables the user to push forth to 30%. When a user takes the time to break this gate, they become capable of moving .5 times faster than normal. This means that a user who is capable of performing 4 movements would be capable of performing an amount of 6 movements in total. (4 base movements + 2 movements for the ×.5)
Special: The user must concentrate within their inner body for one brief moment in order to bring forth the gate.
Drawback: Simply put, the Hachimontonkou work on a 100% scale. Unlocking the Initial Gate expends 10% of the aforementioned one hundred each round it remains open. What this means is that if you were to perform under the Initial Gate's influence for two rounds, you would have used 20% out of the allotted one hundred. BUT, the moment a user goes over this 100%, their entire musculature will begin tearing apart, resulting in short stints of temporary paralysis accompanied by shocking pains. Repairing this damage requires medical attention with a success rate of 90%.
Description: Located in the region between the genitals and the anus, the Inital Gate is the first of the Hachimontonkou. It's not rare for a shinobi who uses a good deal of taijutsu to know how to unlock this gate. This gate is usually broken in order to perform a needed devastating attack or for a temporary boost to get out of a sticky situation. However, keeping this gate unlocked for an extended period of time can put a lot of strain on the user's muscles.
The rank of any Taijutsu Attack is increased by One Rank.

"D" Rank Taijutsu have "C" Rank strength.

"C" Rank Taijutsu have "B" Rank strength.

"B" Rank Taijutsu have "A" Rank strength.

"A" Rank Taijutsu have "S" Rank strength.

"S" Rank Taijutsu gain an additional "D" rank's worth of power.


Takes 1 movement of preparing before able to unlock the gate. User is unable to perform any other techniques during this preparation time period.
Limit: Only accessible to Chakra Gate users. Must have at least 540TP in Taijutsu techniques.

[Runeska]

The boy had dodged his attack, which quite frankly was no surprise to him in the first place. It was after all, an opening move. However, between his own and the boy’s quick moving, the boy’s attack quickly lost out its range, leaving Gekkido clearly fine as the attack dispersed. Gekkido hadn’t moved to attack once the boy had jumped into the lake though. Rather, he held onto his charge carefully while he watched, with his entire body carefully composed for battojutsu. However, he was still cool and relaxed.

Quickly, the boy rose from the frozen depths, but something about him was vastly different. Had he performed some sort of technique while below the surface? No, that wasn’t it. It was small, but the similarities reminded him of something from the higher levels of chakra gates he’d witnessed back at mist’s kenjutsu dojo. But it was a small affect, not something has overly dramatic as emerald flames alight, dancing around one’s body. No. Instead what he witnessed was, from this distance, a feint glimmer about the boy, as well as a subtle shift in his demeanor. It seemed fear had left him and he appeared ready to fight. Well, whatever it took to prepare one’s self.


But Gekkido wouldn’t get distracted by the excitement that was steadily swelling within as it seemed like the fight would start. He could notice that the boy’s posture was his own at this moment, with the fact that he was undoubtedly prepared to lunge. When he moved, he expected it to be undoubtedly fast and quite a formidable attack, thus the distance was a sham, designed to put him into a lulled state. No chance. Rather, Gekkido would slowly begin closing the distance by a few meters by skidding his feet towards the lad and leading with is right foot, in order to not lose the power afforded to him by his stance. His eyes continued to settling upon the boy’s figures with the keenest of insights. If he could see it, then nothing mattered anyway. With the passing of a few seconds, the new distance would 35 meters. The tension, like the air was crisp. Any second now, it would begin. But would the first clash be the only?

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Passives
Warrior’s mind A rank
Combat perception S rank
Mind’s eye of kagura A rank
Mind’s eye extention B rank (100 meters)