Packed Roads {Oct. RE}

[The Dude]

The roads of tetsu were known to be plagued by the occasional bandits and thieves, for the samurai patrolled all of the world without bias. Sometimes with their forces spread so thin, they could not maintain their vigilant patrols over the homeland. Often main roads of travel were left for samurai who were on their way out of the country to clear on their way.

It was on the main road south that a band of artisans from the land of iron traveled in the hopes of finding work in one of the other countries. They drank, joked, and laughed heartily among each other content in their own company until the sun began to set. They set up various tents and made a fire to cook and stave off the cold of the land.

Soon every merchant had retired for the evening in their own tents but they left their fire burning. As the last of the merchants began to drift off to sleep he almost dismissed the dark silhouettes of men moving about the camp as little more than a dream. But as the sudden fear and realization gripped him his eyes opened wide moments before jagged shards tore through his tent and soon after him. Screams tore through the night before fading into a wet gurgling whimper that reverberated off the snow.

[Tyro]

The off-roads were optimal for getting to Ame, this particular Samurai knew. They would be the best to get him to port where his escort to the conflicted village would be best, and his near lifelong experience traveling his home nation meant he knew the route intimately. It was a lesser used route, more roughly hewn into the group from the scarce travel, and a more dense population of trees were to his left and right.

Akio had traveled some distance away from the Land of Iron proper. The sea air, if he searched for it, wafted in the air, letting him know that it was somewhat near. His journey, and next mission, were about to begin.

He hardly noticed the quick transition from dusk into full night until it was upon him, which made the wailing of pain into the night all the more nerve-wracking. His steady pace that he had since exiting the nation's gate stopped abruptly, training and instinct that had been honed to such a keen edge over the years replacing his lackadaisical attitude. Almost immediately he was a fully purposed Samurai.

He took inventory as he diverted off his path. His bow was sturdily strung on his back, and both katana sheathed to a hip, and his quiver just a little below a sword. His armor, as for now, was glistening and undamaged as he weaved through the forestry, evident of the bright moon that managed to break through the canopy of leaves above him.

A quick paced travel graced him the the position where he heard the disturbance, or at least it's approximate location to the best he could tell it.

THINGS DONE

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Starting Chakra: x6 Massive
All Items Equipped.

[The Dude]

As Akio draws closer to the scene the figures audibly sniff at the air becoming aware of his presence before he can make them out clearly in the dark. One of the figures snarls back to the others before they collect what valuables they've pillaged and flee the scene sprinting across the snow covered earth through the trees and towards the distant mountains.

Only one remains facing Akio as he approaches at about fifty meters before he calls in a feral tone, "You... are... one of them?" His speech is slow and his breathing heavy as he noticably struggles with forming the syllables of each word. After taking note of the curious speech, account for the strange appearance for the man and his garb. He is maybe five feet tall in stature with a thin frame. Loosely hanging across his shoulders back and chest is some strange harness too big for his frame with large steel hoops attached. His right ear sports a ridiculously large hoop ring but apart from this he stands stark naked before you in the cold. He has scruffy short hair ontop of his head, a patchy thin beard on his chin and a pair of golden eyes one gleaming brightly in the dim light, the other clouded over.

He leans forward towards you sniffing the air audibly before pulling back and cocking his head to one side in confusion, "Not... them. No." He scratches his head with furious swipes from his hand thoughtfully. "You are... different... familiar," his teeth shine in the dark exposing yellowed but seemingly perfect rows of teeth as grins before shouting triumphantly. "Oh! You are ..." He tips his head again uprightbut it is clear to note he is pausing to reconstruct vocabulary before aptly labeling you, "Large Beetle!"

He watches with eagerness as the samurai takes in the scene all around him. The tents are in shreds, the wooden poles that once erected them broken and cast into the fire. Footprints, handprints, and blood have stained the still canvas of snow upon the ground. Texture is given to this morbid work of art only by the bodies and parts of bodies among the ground. Among the remains though a shimmering twinkle in the snow attracts the samurai's attention to a small metallic crest partially burried in the snow ten meters from the samurai.

[Tyro]

Akio broke the tree line into a large clearing. More than fifty meters, easily, but by how much it was difficult to tell. Even with the moon in full bloom above the clearing, and the packed white snow that would normally reflect the light from the surface, did not. instead the area seemed unnatural dim.

He could not see or smell the disturbance at such a distance. But he could hear them. The pack of wolves whose snouts made audible searching sounds in the air. Akio was indeed expecting to be facing the beasts themselves until the group of whatever was ahead of him scrambled and then dispersed. They left him a solitary guard who became more visible as the light adjusted.

It was hard to discern the clothing that he may or may not have been wearing, what was clear was that the man (should he even be able to qualify as that) was feral. Rabid even, as though injected with an animalistic fury. Akio theory was further supported as the man's speech was constrained, and though gargling through the English language itself. It took Akio several moments after a broken phrase to take a somewhat accurate guess at what the creature meant. From the stunted phrases he did go through, none of which Akio responded to for that seemed easily to be a waste of time, the Samurai was able to identify several things: one, they were killing a certain group of people, a certain kind, and two he was identified as familiar before be labeled as the "large beetle". Akio could only suppose that identification pointed to his armor, perhaps that was the shell that he referred to. It made sense.

As the beast spoke, Akio went through the scene while he was given the chance. Bodies strewn around the area mostly haphazardly although they were in one general area, evidence that none of the victims were able to get far. The rest of the land seemed flat and unattractive save for the closest glimmer on the ground, partially buried in the white powder.

The Samurai set his priorities first, defending himself. In a smooth motion, he lifted the bow from his back and held it firm within his left hand while his right hovered above his myriad choices of arrows. Fifty meters easily separated him from this beast, meaning that a shot would be very accurate should he attempt to close the distance in a hurry, and still be able to defend himself after that initial shot for closer range combat. Simple.

Then, with the weapon squared for his cautious actions, Akio began to draw forward, seeking to close the ten meter gape from himself and whatever object was buried in the snow. Caution preceded all of his action, he knew better than to hastily pick up the shining object and instead tried to inspect it as readily availably possible before getting too close and activating or springing any unwanted actions.

Of course he was most prepared for the opponent in front of him, who he knew would still hold an interest in a fight or confrontation.

THINGS DONE
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50lbs Bow Equipped

[The Dude]

As the samurai warrior steps with caution through the light snow it crunches beneath his feet. The sound coupled with his movement caused the man to step back on one foot, his ears seem to even wiggle or 'perk' forward in a somewhat comical fashion. The corner of his lips curl open revealing his yellow teeth as a low growl escapes his mouth sustained as Akio moves, but he takes no aggressive actions yet.

As Akio looks down to inspect the object he easily finds it identifiable as an artisan's crest traditionally worn as identification for both the profession as well as the signature of the particular artisan. Realizing it must have fallen from one of the mangled victims in the snow Akio lightly brushes off the snow for a better view. As he does the man leans forward cocking his head curiously to the side again and rumbling quietly, "What is it?... What are you smelling?" He sniffs the air louder than his own speech but seems more confused than ever at your interest in the tiny trinket. Upon closer and clearer inspection the insignia seems familiar to you, something very near and dear to your heart at all times but it's nature and origin eludes you for the moment.

"I thought you... were a large beetle? What do... shineys concern you?" His speech is still coupled with a low growl now, "Or are you... another clan? Maybe... some sort of crow?" While you may find your patience tested in slowly comprehending the man's struggle for a proper dialect you are still able to discern mockery in his voice. A thick tongue pushes past his lips down to end of his chin before lapping up to his nose, saliva falling loosely from the flexible muscle. "Crow..." he mumbles now somewhat distracted by his own thoughts, "are tasty.... but too small. Always wanting more." The pupil of his yellow eye swells now looking at you, "Big Crow."

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[Tyro]

Slow steps took him to the shining object in front of him, though the Samurai's eyes would stay steadily on the man in front of him. He was awaiting a move, a sudden jerk of his legs, anything to signal further conflict, but he offered none. Which was odd, but Akio was grateful to be given such a rare break.

The item made no movements, or changes, and looked no more harmful once closer than it was when he was further away. He was close enough to touch it, and did so when he was. His right hand, the free hand that was not occupied with his bow, grabbed the disk and shook the excess snow off. The cleaner disk was more identifiable. It still could not be completely remembered though, though the insignia was definitely familiar. The Samurai had seen this somewhere, and it must have been important as it managed to evoke a distant emotional response from him.

He would have continued to inspect it until his mind caught a hint had not he had company. The beast began to speak again, the gargled words managing to wring out a few more phrases. Akio forced sense into a few more sentiments: one, the animals being referred to were not animals, instead clans of a sort. Akio was before a beetle, and now a crow, according to thing beast. Though that entire theory could be hogwash. Second, crows apparently tasted good, but were too small to keep one full. Akio however was a BIG crow. He was sure that changed things.

Looking to his opponent constantly while his bow and free hand were occupied, he dropped the label into his quiver letting it slide comfortably into the folds the arrows left. Now he could focus on his opponent fully before returning his attention to the shiny object.

The beast-man before him licked his nose and chin, both of which Akio thought were impossible, with ease. A trait easily attributed to dogs, Akio thought, as not only were they the first thing to come to mind, but the action was very similarly done to the dog's own. All together, the most important notion was that this beast wanted to eat the Samurai.

"Then come break my shell."

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The Samurai said, bow raised square, and arrows at the ready.
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[The Dude]

Speed, power, and thundering steps. These were all attributes of the beasts miraculous speed as he lurched forward with the invitation to dine. Hes body hunched over as his feet packed the snow beneath, muscles and tendons bulged outright vividly beneath the skin as he hurtled sixteen meters a second towards the crow. His speed would have been even greater but the sudden pounding crush of the man's feet on the snow coupled with the sheer speed and power needed to drive him forward at such speeds caused him to be more vulnerable to the slick surface of the snow.

The beast will be upon you in a matter of two and a half seconds young Akio. There is no question as to who has the greater physical strength between you and it will take little effort for this small man to add you to the hauntingly artistic landscape. But destiny has left one question for you to answer before it can play out.

"Just which of you is the more cunning?"

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[Tyro]

Two and a half seconds. That was all the time the Samurai was allotted to deal with the monstrosity barreling towards him. He was not daunted, not in the least, Samurai were trained to be the special forces unit of the world. Two and a half seconds was never a lot of time, as much as the brain may have tricked some into slowing down the recognition of time, but to Samurai two and a half seconds was ample time to react.

Instincts and adrenaline kept him on par with the beast, that and very specific movements and recognition of movements that he had been honed for. The sudden twitch in muscle that the Samurai was looking for was recognized in the beast's naked legs.

Yes, naked legs. The man was in the bare nude despite the cold, and he either did not notice, or did not care.

Regardless, the muscle movement was all Akio needed to know that the situation had heightened and would soon come to a head. His bow in his left hand, and his right quickly hooked, an arrow and nocked it into the string before strong arms pulled back and fired.

The trajectory of the shot would fire it downwards, so that as the beast charged it would be met with a roaring fire when ten meters away from the Samurai.

That action alone dug deep within the time he had to react however. Firing the solitary arrow would leave him just half a second before the beast would be within close-quarters.

However, he knew Tetsu's terrain intimately. This snow would mean that the appearance of the fire left the beast with only a few options, careen it's way through the flames (its momentum he was sure would be difficult to stop with such a monumental speed), or divert from it's current path which would allow Akio more time to react and successfully defend himself, as doing such would mean his traction was lost and he could harm himself without intervention.

Akio's further reaction however would depend upon the beast's reaction to the flames as it closed the distance.

THINGS DONE
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-1 Napalm Arrow, ten meters in front of Akio.

Range: 4 meter radius
Special: 2 per pack
Description: Napalm arrows are designed specifically for area-denial and large area of affect damage. Each arrow ends in a small, aerodynamically shaped glass container that contains sticky napalm jelly. When a napalm arrow is fired and the glass container hits a target, it shatters, creating a spark that instantly ignites the napalm jelly into a roaring fire. Once ignited, this jelly burns for 15 seconds (3 turns), doing a D-rank of fire damage to anything within the radius for each turn. After 15 seconds, the napalm is completely burnt up and only a smoldering black mark on the ground is left. Napalm by its characteristics is water-proof.

[The Dude]

The arrow soared straight and true striking the ground and conjuring a roaring flame where the napalm filled glass shattered. The nudist quickly slammed it's heels into the ground sliding along and leaving small trenches dug up from his powerful calloused feet. With such speed, he slid just bare into the fire with his feet yelping loudly before bounding back quickly from the flames and stomping his feet into the dirt he so recently uncovered. The flames that burned on his feet were soon smothered in the dirt without air.

He roared across the flames at the crow and his trickster methods, the sheer force and volume of his outcry caused the flames to bend back away from him and towards the samurai. Not nearly close enough to burn the swordsman but a powerful display of raw force and power of voice alone. The reverberations in the air alone would cause the samurai's armor to tremble, and the sheer intimidation of what this man embodied would weigh heavy on the samurai. No sooner was the outcry finished (taking a mere second) than he hunched over on all fours and fur sprouted from his fore arms first, quickly spreading all across his bare skin.

His snout elongated into a wolf like grin, his eye radiated an even brighter yellow reflecting the color of the moon perfectly and his ears extended into wolf like ears. His fine fingernails now grew into razor claws extending four inches, and his once perfect yellowed teeth extending inches outwards protruding from his mouth in lines of jagger razor yellow teeth. In this new form he suddenly burst upwards from the ground carried over the high rising flames before falling down towards the samurai his claws shining menacingly in the night.

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I'm using this as a standard for my werewolf vs human stats. Please address the A rank for this.
Shikyaku no Jutsu (Four-Legs Technique)
Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Type: Supplementary.
Range: –
Handseals: 1.
Chakra: D – Low, C – Mid, B – x2 Mid, A – High, S – x2 High to cast and sustain.
Special: Speed buffs determined by rank used. Can not be performed by canine companion. When ranks A or S are active, the user can only perform Inuzuka and Taijutsu techniques. This bonus to agility, reflex, and speed does not stack with the Taijutsu Primary perk.
D: X60% Speed Increase
C: X120% Increase
B: X180% Increase
A: X240% Increase
S: X300% Increase
Description: The basis of all Inuzuka jutsu comes from Shikyaku no Jutsu. After forming the needed hand seals, chakra begins to emit from the body of the clan member and they take on a more canine-like appearance, granting them animal-like accelerated fighting instinct and reflexes to the user. By continuing their flow across their body and moving on all fours, they can obtain high speed movement and reflexes like that of a wild animal. Taught only to the members of the Inuzuka clan, this technique forms the basis of a Inuzuka clan member's taijutsu fighting style, and will add even more to their feral-like appearances; their canine teeth, their finger and toenails grow to claw-like length, their eyes also become more wild with their pupils becoming slits. When under the effects of this jutsu, an Inuzuka will display great feats of physical speed.
Domain: Inuzuka.

[Tyro]

In all honesty, the Samurai did not expect for his arrow's ability to fully strike the beast-man, but it did, and with it came a nugget of joy in that his opponent had been harmed, and then a twinge of regret that his strike had not been fatal as he would have hoped. The beast's momentum was stopped nonetheless, which was a very productive consequence as well as humorous as the beast scurried away from the flames. It confirmed further Akio's belief that this was a more unnatural being, animals tended to fear fire far more than humans had.

His quick reaction granted him an extension of time, the former two and a half seconds that he was acting under extended further as the animal retreated. In that time, he strapped the bow onto his back as it was positioned prior. His opponent within ten meters was for all intents within his effective close meter range. Now he would be allowed to truly shine with the abilities he most honed, his blade-work.

The beast decided to execute a show of power, the bestial roar of wolves and other manic beasts well represented within his maw as he acted upon what was likely instinct. Akio knew that the roar was for him, or on a less likely expectation, a roar for help.

On the outside, Akio seemed as stalwart as ever. The embodiment of everything a Samurai should have been, joyful in battle and unwavering in the sight of hardship and evil. On the inside, while his plates trembled about his fleshy interior, he was as terrified as anyone else would be.



The beast continued it's fervor of actions, Akio could see that past the flames he was prepared to go on, even going further into whatever transformation had begotten him, all the more strange considering his nudity.

The beast faced him, and through whatever pain it was feeling from the flames, paid no attention or mercy as he leapt into the air and cleared the fire. The Samurai though was prepared. This was where he excellent. Claws and reflexes were no match to his Kenjutsu. The wolf-man, beast-man, or whatever he was began to descend. His formerly impressive speed was no match for gravity however, and the speed of which he fell could not be augmented. He fell with the same speed as any.

That was Akio's opportunity. The Samurai's own reaction would be far greater than gravity. As the wolf fell, claws bearing down on him, the polished steel of his katana, polished further by the enhancements he honed with his bladed profession would cut the man in two before an eye could blink. Blocking the strike would prove unimpressive, whatever barrier the man could afford being likely cut as well, and moving while in the air proving difficult, the Samurai was sure.

Akio specifically drew his blade, and activated Kyuushen, sharpening it to the most intense levels as it drew. The draw would take him slightly to his own right, drawing his left blade, and the blade surely enough to cut the man's waist in two, as well as keep him away from any planned attack.




THINGS DONE
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Kyuushen (Weapon Sharpness)[325]
Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Type: Supplementary / Specialized Job Technique / Ninjutsu
Range: Self
Chakra: x2 Mid (to coat weapon).
Special: Determines the strength of a Samurai's chakra creation. This also allows the samurai to increase the cutting strength of their weapon.
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.
Domain: Samurai. Chakura no Kishu of equal rank.


Senkou Zuki (Flash Thrust)[150]
Rank: A
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'.

[The Dude]

Success! A resounding howl of pain shattered the night air briefly as the wolf fell to the floor. At first glance the wolf was still whole, but upon a closer inspection it would be clear that an inch of space separated his torso from his waist. A massive pool of blood squirted and flowed freely onto the ground steaming with heat in the cold air. The wolf let out one last whimper as it's form trembled and shuddered with pain and agony before becoming still.

In the face of charging horrors foreign to this plane of natural existance, Akio stands triumphant and stagnant. Cold winds gently blow the trees and now with a few moments to spare for personal thought and reflection on the events of what happens something sparks in the swordsman's mind. Something he should have known before but could not recall due to the impending nature of events in the local area. On the blade of the katana he held before him he would notice an emblem on the blade of his humming sword.

It was the same symbol that he had just found on the crest in the snow, which would leave only one conclusion to the samurai. Among the bodies that littered the camp site, the very same smith who had custom forged the armor and weapons Akio now used was dead. However this would strike the samurai on a personal level was irrelevant, but one thing would be true of any champion of the samurai. There had been more of them, and they had gotten away with killing a person of topmost value to the order.

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[Tyro]

The shwick of blade through skin was very audible to the Samurai, indicating that he had made a successful strike. But his wits were still about him. A long with his suspicion of ninja trickery, he himself as well as many Samurai like him recognized that hardly any of nature responded to former rules. For all intents, he expected the beast to morph into two of itself and continue an assault.

But as his blade hung in a perfect horizontal line with the plane the two opponents stood on, he heard the groan of the wolfman's pain, and soon after the grinding of his innards sliding away from each other, and with another few audible spurts of blood, Akio knew the beast was dead.

His blade came up ninety degrees above his head, perfectly, before making a fierce but harmless swing in front of him. The result was a trained practice, the sudden stop of the blade eagerly evicting the beast's blood from it and cleaning it, assuring that rust and damage would not be in tow.

Akio took a moment to rest his mind, calming the soul from the short and abrupt battle before sheathing his sword. It was during that sheathing of his blade he noticed the emblem. Or rather he could say, a signature seal.

The smith....


His blade had taken the liberty of jogging his memory for him. He knew the owner of such a seal. Knew him well in fact, as he had made an extension of Akio's own soul. It was as if he had granted the Samurai another limb.

The Samurai began to move around the area, in order to keep both his mind and body occupied. He searched the bodies, limbs and all, for any further clue as to where he should have gone next, as well as any items worth looting.

He definitely found his way to the face of his now dead weapon-smith. The most he could immediately do was choke back a tear, and contain his anger, assuring that it would be used when the time was most opportunistic.

One thing was for sure.

These monsters had no village allegiance, and had spilled Samurai blood.

Which meant that this was a rare situation.

Akio had nothing to hold back.

[The Dude]

As the samurai searched the camp, the pool of blood ceased to grow. Mutely, the long fur that covered his body seemed to grow and stretch across the small gap that separated his two halves. The follicles entwined by some force of will beyond this world's comprehension and tugged slowly back together until the halves were held together as one again. Skin around the flesh wound seemed to melt silently back together as they touched, and the golden eye that had grown still and cold now illuminated once more with life.

The ears perked ever so slightly with the samurai's back turned to him as he found the body of his smith. The wolf knew exactly where he was only ten meters away and with a sudden burst of adrenaline and power he pressed off the ground with all fours shooting straight for the samurai he covered the distance in less than a second releasing a feral roar. He struck powerfully sideswiping the samurai's head from behind. Assuming he would not have the time to react for being emotionally compromised and hardly suspecting such a dramatic reincarnation, the beast was more than likely to send Akio sprawling across the snow.

While such a blow would certainly be warded off by the armor of the helmet, the sheer force and impact would pry the helmet from the samurai's head sending it rolling much further off than the samurai had himself been cast. Still, the samurai would be alive and for the most part unharmed by the sudden change of events. His ability to react to such a strange turn of events would determine how long he stayed that way.

[Tyro]

!!!

Not enough care. Though he had taken every conceivable precaution to defend himself from what he was sure would be an unnatural scale of events. He had searched the camp, and was about to go through a thorough double check, on the off chance that he had missed anything worth note, as he was trained to. He was in no hurry, and whatever clue he could decipher would be most helpful. He was looking again at his deceased weapon-smith when the movement against the mute snowy night caught his attention.

He didn't quite turn in time to defend himself, but Samurai were trained to react well enough in these situation. An all-too-animal like claw swept towards him, and Akio's most natural reaction was almost automatically programmed into his mind. His grabbed his sword, not by the handle but grabbing the entire sheath covering the blade and brought it up. The work of the weapon was sturdy enough to not break, the mastery attributed to it from the dead man behind Akio, but the minimized reaction he had paying it's toll.

The blade and arm collided inside of the wolf's elbow, bending the muscle. His arm still hit Akio, in fact breaking a small number of holes into his left shoulder, and the too-familiar- tingle of warm blood in the cold air was felt trickling inside his shell. But it could have been worse, he knew.

Now though he was angered. Unnatural beings. They angered the Samurai. Those who refused to die, for no reason other than their insistence of life, or their peculiar fetish to bending nature to their will. Ironic, considering his recent ascension to Jinchuuriki, but his mannerisms remained the same regardless.

The blade was now notched within the beast's elbow while his claw was puncturing his armor. Akio saw the uncommon opportunity. The handle was very open to the draw, and so he did just that, grabbing the handle with his right hand and making more savage slashes against the wolfman.

Before, he had only bothered with one. Clearly that was a mistake. Akio now managed a series of three, an "X" design from shoulder to hip, before a single slash downwards to separate the wolfman into several parts, and then attempting a kick to send each of his disassembled pieces away from him. The same animalistic growl that was sent to Akio was mirrored, though with less perfection, but the Samurai's anger was barely contained towards the beast who refused to stay down.




THINGS DONE
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Shisukate (Defending with the Sheath)[100]
Rank: B
Type: Defensive / Supplementary / Taijutsu / Kenjutsu
Range: 0 - 5 meters
Chakra: Mid - High x2
Special: Learning 'S' rank "Art of Mental Presence." increases defense by 1 rank. Can only be used once per thread, plus one more each time retrained.
Description: Commencing from any position, the practitioner holds the blade within the sheath, gathering themselves for a mere moment before preparing to stop an incoming attack. Once the attack is nanoseconds from making contact, the user quickly raises their sheath from it's held position, halting the attack in it's path due to the combined defense of the sword, sheath, and strength combined with it. This prevents the user from being overwhelmed by potential one-hit knockout techniques.
Domain: Kenjutsu. Iaijutsu 'B'.


Sanjuu Kenippen (Triple Blade Slice)[150]
Rank: A
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: Commencing from a kneeling position, the practitioner lunges towards one or many opponents, focusing his mind and skill on striking those before him. The user then draws, slashing from one side to the other, and spinning instantly through again for another cut, then a third and final spin to finish the opponent(s) off. The strikes are quick enough to believe one sees three blades slashing, not one and due to the erratic fashion of the technique, can be applied to multiple opponents or just one.
Domain: Kenjutsu. Battōjutsu 'A'.

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[The Dude]

As loud and terribly fast as it had been, the macabre scene was now silent and still. The remains of the creature seemed to shed silently as his body returned to it's normal small human state. Blood pooled from every section adding a stark contrast to the grotesquely artistic landscape.

A sudden chill wind would pass through the air whirling about the samurai, he would feel his entire body pulse with a small spike of adrenaline unlike any he had every felt before. Powerful emotions took his mind filling him with a territorial pride at the savagery he had just demonstrated on this invading challenger. So chill was the wind, that his very breath became a fog whirling about him for a moment before passing on, and with it left the powerful surge.

What the samurai chooses to do is his own right after this curious encounter, but a few things he may find note in the next few minutes. Within the next minute he would find his saliva become thick and hot before choosing to either spit it out or try to hold it in until it simply leaked from his mouth. A few minutes after noticing this curious change in his health he would notice something even more extraordinary. A heightened sense of smell, strong enough to show the paths of the other men and where they had fled too.

What will you do samurai?