Le Disko [random encounter | private]

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Iron Country, a place Clave had only been to...Err, three times? For the Chuunin Exams, including his own match. Thankfully he hadn't had a team that could possibly hold him back. Though this was in the past and he hadn't the time to dazzle himself with memories of old, instead he took his time to enjoy the freezing weather of the country around him. The blinding blizzard was the only hazard as an individual who loved the cold and saw snow as a gift, Clave felt at home almost as much as he did in The Hidden Waterfall Village itself. Though his pale skin felt warm from the kiss of the harsh winds, even turning pink and light shades of red from the stress, he continued on to the heart of the country.

No, he would not head into the capitol or the like, instead he sought out a pub he had found on his way back home from the Chuunin Exams so many years ago. It was quite large and amazingly well for it's years, though certain sections of the exterior seemed to be scorched from what ever cause, it was quite the looker. Each step took him into deeper snow, until his inner thigh became the new height for them. First the smoke from the cabin pub became clear as the blizzard slowly cleared out, then the lights stretching out of the only three windows...He already felt cozy as if he was sitting in one of the ancient wooden chairs sipping on some alcoholic cider...Snapping back to reality he realized he was on the porch by then, already pushing the door open and stepping in.

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[sachi]

As much as I loved my home, sometimes this weather was just ridiculous. I was never one for extreme heat OR cold, and even though I had gotten used to it considering I lived here my whole life, it didn't make it any less miserable! Yet, despite the dreadful blizzards, I couldn't help but still love it all . . . I mean, home is home after all.

"Well, I suppose this place looks as good as any"

My Grandpa had sent me out here to investigate rumours of supernatural creatures in the area. Apparently, villagers were disappearing all over the place, and although I dismissed the idea of monsters entirely, I knew that if people were going missing there had to be SOMETHING going on! And so I walked, left hand gripping the hilt of my katana, my right lazily hanging at my side. As usual, I was accompanied by a pair of bodyguards, I mean it was the only way I'd be able to go anywhere, let alone to investigate something!

"So what do you guys think? Bandits maybe? Or . . ."

I paused mid-sentence as we walked the narrow path towards the pub, somebody in particular catching my attention as they walked in,

". . . Shinobi"

That word came out with a particular venom in my mouth, as if I couldn't even stand saying it. It was safe to say I held a bias against them, and with these rumours and what looked like a shinobi in town, I had come to a pretty quick conclusion - but even with that, I had to be certain, I mean what would Grandpa think if I messed up this simple task?

With swift steps I'd carry myself to the entrance of the building, pushing the door open and being hit with a wave of much welcomed heat. I'd pull down the hood of my jacket, motioning with a nod of my head to a table where my guards and myself could take a seat, one accompanying me and the other making a beeline for the shinobi. By the time I'd gotten comfortable, the waterfall ninja would feel a firm hand grab his shoulder from behind,

"Isamu-sama would like to speak with you"

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As he entered the warm cabin-pub he made his way directly towards the center of the counter, sitting upon the middle most stool. With his Hunter-nin mask still on he awaited to be given a dirty look by some in the pub as it was not uncommon for Iron Country folk to hold a heavy disliking to shinobi. Nonetheless, he let his gaze scan the various wines, beers, ales, whiskeys, etc. that were shelved directly across from him. Taking a moment to decide whether or not to remove his mask, he'd merely speak, his voice muffled and coming out more intimidating than wanted. "I'll take an Orion Cider."

[/i][/color] Locking eyes with the middle aged bar-tender until he turned to get Clave's drink, Clave finally sat at ease, resting against the back of his stool...

That was until he felt a grip upon his right shoulder and a voice erupting from an individual, a demand was what it sounded like. But, out of pure instinct, as such Clave didn't even realize until the man had stopped speaking, he had shot up from his seat and glared at the man as he towered over him...Fight mode had taken his form over, but he hesitated to attack for unknown reasons. Leaning down closer to the man, leaving a mere inch from his white mask to the man's face, Clave spoke. "I'm sorry, was that a demand?!" Grinning madly behind his mask as he always did when excited, he shot a glance to the two men he figured had accompanied the one before him into the pub..After all the fresh snow that still coated them was a dead give away. But, his gaze still returned to the one before him.

"Tell your masa' Isamu he can address me personally or not at all."
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[sachi]

When one ventured into a foreign land, they were often on their best behaviour. But when you considered the relationship between Samurai and Shinobi, you were usually twice as careful, but this didn't seem to be the case, was it? Not only was this intruder being disrespectful, but he was getting in my guard's face - if only knew how big of a mistake this could turn out to be for him. He obviously didn't know who I was, or how deep into Samurai territory he had gotten, so I was willing to give him a second chance, despite how much that thought alone bothered me to no end,

"It's okay, Oda . . ."

I rose from my seat, taking off my jacket and neatly folding it over my chair, yellow eyes fixated on the masked shinobi as I walked slowly towards him. There was only a few meters between us to begin with, but it seemed he wanted to be disrespectful and have me come to him - for now, I had no problems doing just that, and with a nod of my head I would dismiss my guard to the table, although they would both keep a keen eye on the man.

"You must not know where you are, shinobi . . ."

I inched closer, now face-to-face with the man, the large size difference not intimidating me in the least,

". . . Around here, the Samurai are treated with respect, especially when addressing the Hoshimitsu family."

The name probably didn't mean much to him, but in these parts everybody knew that name, that much was noticeable by the way the patrons immediately turned their heads upon hearing it, the room being filled with whispers,

"I'll let that go, since you obviously aren't from around here. Now take a seat, I'd like to ask you some questions. "

My tone wasn't a threatening one, but one that held a natural authority to it, one that reflected my confidence and the fact that I wasn't playing around. He was either going to peacefully listen, or there was going to be a problem - because unlike my well disciplined guards, I wasn't going to put up with a ninja getting in my face.

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His reaction to the shorter man's demands quickly caught the attention of his Master. Still grinning beneath his mask, half laughing even, Clave watched as the man approached him. Undoubtedly the man wasn't happy in the least, but then again Clave was far from enjoying the current situation despite his devilish grin. And before he opened his mouth he knew this Samurai was a pure blood, one who believed they were better than non-Samurai and civilians, and why? Because, they couldn't evolve with the rest of the world into the modern day. So with their gazes locked, he chose to listen to the nonsense the Samurai had to speak.

But, as soon as he was done, a sneer erupted from the filters within his mask. "Samurai, it is really you who doesn't understand...Sure, I am in your country, but your people are sworn to protect mine...But, you are one of the neanderthal class of Samurai, right? Stuck in the past, despising those who were able to adapt with the rest of the world?" The hostility in the air was surely visible at this point of the conversation, yet he continued. "And I'll stand if it's all the same...Though shouldn't you be patrolling the country side for those murderers rather than soloing me out? You wouldn't see a shinobi interrupting a Samurai in the shinobi lands when there were more important matters at hand."

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The man before him might have been stuck in the past, but he was obviously a hardened man, and apparently was part of an important Samurai family. The next few actions in this small conversation within the pub could possibly effect the bond between shinobi and samurai entirely.
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[sachi]

It seemed he really didn't get it, did he? And now he was going to pay the price for his ignorance. Twice I had tried to peacefully communicate with this Shinobi scum, and both times he spat in my face with his disrespectful tone, words and body language, even after I had approached him directly. I had only requested to ask him some questions, and he instead chose to try and be a tough guy, and now he was going to realize what a horrible mistake that was.

My reaction came right after his first sentence, and it was decided right then and there that I would end his life. My honour would not allow him to step on my family's name, to belittle the Samurai and our way of life, and to do it so boldly in the face of the Shogun's grandson in our own country. He was going to die in this pub by my hands.

"I see . . ."

And then it would happen. In the blink of an eye I would unsheathe my blade, thrust it to his chest, and have it back where it was before he'd even be able to realize what had happened. Considering the large gap in speed, the fact we were face to face, and the technique itself, it was nearly impossible for him to anticipate or avoid - and thus, it was all too likely the sword would be driven straight through his chest like a hot knife through butter, slicing through anything that would get in its path, his heart in particular.

Assuming all had went as planned - which I imagined it would - I would turn around slowly, holding out my hand as one of the guards retrieved my jacket. As I slowly put it on I would continue talking, that sense of authority in my voice as strong as ever,

"Oda, search him for anything valuable and then drag his body outside . . ."

I took a few steps towards the door, continuing as I moved,

". . . Aki, see if these people know anything. The next round is on me."

It was the least I could do after having to inconvenience them with a sight like that, but I'm sure they too were sick of Shinobi, there was what felt like a growing lack of patience with their kind all throughout the country. With my business done for the moment, I would step out the door, awaiting for the return of my bodyguard's and then back out into the countryside, the Shinobi's corpse leaving a red trail in the snow as Oda dragged him along.

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Kyuushen (Weapon Sharpness) [625]
Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Type: Supplementary.
Range: -
Chakra: Mid to cast and sustain.
Special: This ability determines the strength (cutting power) of all sub-chakra techniques. Likewise, it determines how sharp they are capable of making their own sword.
D: The d-rank version of this technique marginally increases the blade’s cutting strength, allowing easy passage through leather-based armor.
C: The c-rank version of this technique moderately increases the blade’s cutting strength, allowing it to easily dig into steel-based armor.
B: The b-rank version of this technique greatly increases the blade’s cutting strength, allowing easy passage through steel armor and weaponry (up to six inches thick).
A: The a-rank version of this technique vastly increases the blade’s cutting strength, allowing easy passage through large obstructions (such as trees, boulders, concrete, etc up to two feet thick).
S: The s-rank version of this technique increases the blade’s cutting strength to peerless levels. At this rank, the sword can effortlessly pass through elementary chakra-infused barriers (equivalent to the blade’s length) and any other man-made materials.
Description: A basic training technique that supplements all of the Samurai's chakra creations, this will determine the sharpness and strength behind their chakra manipulation. By coating their weaponry in chakra, the user can increase the sharpness of their blade indefinitely.
Domain: Naideshou Gonyuu.

Senkou Zuki (Flash Thrust) [450]
Rank: A x 3
Type: Offensive / Taijutsu / Kenjutsu
Range: 0 - 5 meters
Chakra: High x2.
Special: Can only be used once per thread, plus one more each time retrained.
Description: Using a vast amount of mental focus, the practitioner nearly-instantaneously draws, thrusts at an opponent and sheathes again, all in the blink of an eye. It is fabled that even the famed Sharingan has had trouble following a blade swung under such pretenses.
Domain: Kenjutsu. Battōjutsu 'A'.

Cunning Mind
Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Type: Passive / Specialized Taijutsu / Kendo
Range: 0-5 Meters
Chakra: N/A
Special: Allows the user to become highly perceptive of their opponent, allowing them to analyze their mannerisms in order to zone in on weaknesses and vulnerable areas to strike. It is important to note that while this does not automatically grant the user evasion against one single attack, this allows the user to have a much, much improved chance at understanding a Taijutsu attack one rank lower than the highest one known.
Description: Through repeated duals, clashing of swords and study of adversaries, the user has gained an uncanny knack for analysis. This manifests itself in numerous ways, such as discovering hidden weaknesses, finding vulnerable points in both weapons and attire as well determining the opportune moment to strike by observing patterns.
Domain: Kendo.

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Tier 1 - Tatsujin-ken Sōgiri: Due to their dedication to the blade, the practitioners techniques cost 1 tier less of chakra to perform.

x1 high
x1 mid

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The Samurai was brash...Too brash at that. So as he drew his sword and assaulted the clone merely chuckled in the instant it happened. And as light spray of blood flew across the room, so did the clone explode into a poof of smoke. Clave's clone had been destroyed, but he had gained knowledge and perhaps opportunity in the future as his clone's memories and chakra returned to it's original.
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