Cerebral Assassination v.2

[Jung Gi Joon]

• 1v1
  
• 20 meter starting position
  
• 100 meter diameter arena
  

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[Q]

“Yare yare,” The voice seemingly came from behind, casual and relaxed. It was as if the speaker hardly cared that he was about to enter into some kind of death match. “So hasty, aren’t we? Why not calm down and get some ramen, hm?”

As always, Ten’Yuu spoke with all the tension and suspense of a calm civilian, not a bloodthirsty warrior. Standing there in the noon’s light, one hand in his pocket and the other on sword hilt at his waist, the Oinin seemed to hardly care for anything going on. That very morning he had decided against wearing his battle uniform, instead opting to stock his suspenders and pouch with the senbon and explosive notes kept on person. He knew very well that wearing his full outfit out here would have been pointless—the mask would have broke and the kimono tarnished. Thus he decided that his standard black pants, white loafers, black suspenders and white, tucked in button-up shirt would have to do the job today.

From the heavens below there would be a breeze, rolling down the sides of the arena and over the two warriors. Ten’Yuu kept his eyes piercing and narrowed, subconsciously filling them with the killing intent he ever-so-naturally exuded. If he noticed that he did this, he didn’t care. Instead he merely kept a nonchalant smile on his face and prepared for the worst.

“Anywho, I’m here, and you look antsy. Shall we start, Akuma-San¹?”

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SPOILER: Click to show

Akuma – Devil. A playful nickname.

[Jung Gi Joon]

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Kuramu no Jutsu (Extremely Disorienting Color Spray)
Rank: C + C + C + C + B + B
Type: Supplementary / Sight Genjutsu
Range: 0 - 10 meters
Special: Affects a single victim within a 10 meter area, plus 10 more each time 'C' rank is retrained; 'B' rank adds an additional viciim each time retrained.
Description: After performing the needed seals, the user then targets a person with in range of the technique. The person targeted first shows signs on the technique immediately. From their point of view, the world that they’re looking at is twisting and turning rapidly in different directions, making it very hard to see. After a while disorientation kicks in and the person may feel nauseous and dizzy.
Domain: Genjutsu - Illusion of Sight

[Q]

Ten’Yuu inwardly sighed as his opponent weaved hand seals, activating a jutsu by the time the Oinin had finished. Rude. Very rude. Of course, he knew such a thing would be unavoidable. Things such as psychological manipulation were done before the battle, and to do it during one required skill that he wasn’t sure he had. But that didn’t truthfully matter. At the moment, all that mattered was the sudden explosion of colors that filled the air, forcing an end to the non-ninja’s words.

However the color spray soon ended.

As rainbows soared through his vision and the ground began to twist, turn and heave, his right hand stapped up to his suspenders. Regretfully, to Ten’Yuu at least, blood would stain the fabric of his shirt but that was the cost for ending the Genjutsu. Naturally, as he did this, the Oinin blasted off to the side, showing to the opponent that the spell didn’t last long enough to completely take his sense of balance.

As Ten’Yuu moved, effectively beginning to circle his opponent as he ran, his left hand reached down, grabbing the katana that rode as his right hip. Likewise the right left his suspenders, a senbon held in his now bloody palm. The need was small enough to run into his pinky’s nail so that he wouldn’t be unable to throw, and he would deploy the needle when needed.

[Jung Gi Joon]

[atrb=cellpadding,10,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width, 400, true][atrb=rules,none][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: #000000; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px][atrb=style,padding-top:15px;][atrb=align,left] ""Holy shit, he stabbed himself in the chest near the heart, what an idiot!" Hiro watched in bewilderment as the man searched for odds and ends only to removed a thin ass senbon, driving it through his chest above his heart (since you didn't specify) just to dispel the genjutsu with pain. Above all the area's to stab, why there? Guy must've been emo or something. But Hiro didn't just stand idly by as he stabbed himself, nah, instead his hands bolted towards one another with a ritual of power after placing the shruiken inbetween the grips of his teeth. By the time he'd taken off under a quick dash, this emo kid, would be confused about the existence of his equipment. Hiro knew that if his opponent would just haphazardly inflict pain upon himself just to get out of the matrix then he'd need a way to rid of his weapons. Once he went to retrieve whatever it was he needed it would not be there, at least through his eyes. Can't grab what you can't see right? Given the starting distance, it wasn't nothing the man afront could clear in an instant, Hiro had time. He retrieved his shuriken and launched it towards the man's torso. "

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Gen’ei: Rosubuki [Literally "Illusion: Lost Weapon"]
Rank: C
Type: Genjutsu
Range: 20m
Special: N/A
Description: Once cast, this genjutsu causes the target/s to no longer be able to see or find their weapons. Like they were never on them to begin with. This is very useful for combat. C ranked technique
Domain: Sight[Gen]

[Q]

The next genjutsu was released and Ten’Yuu felt a twitch of annoyance slightly weaken his smile. The senbon in his right hand disappeared; though he could still feel it, and he knew that more than likely his sword was gone as well. Slamming to a stop, the Oinin thought it wise to change the battle’s pace. Darting forward before his hair could even fall back to his shoulders, he’d seemingly run straight towards the shuriken, his head moving to the side far enough for it to merely slice through his cheek. Blood entered into the air and the spell broke, as intended. At the moment it broke, Ten’Yuu knew what he had to do, and launched the senbon towards his enemy. Having run at the shuriken at top speed, and the weapon having been thrown at him at top speed, the time lapse would be extremely small—more than likely the opponent would have to dodge out of the way before he could complete his next demonic spell.

Regardless of what he did, Ten’Yuu stopped his forward charge and started running in a circle again, the distance between the two being ten meters—effectively halved. Another senbon would be drawn and the Oinin would wait to see what happened next.