Tearaways. [C/Genbu]

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Continues shortly after exit in Beached

All throughout the journey I glided across the surface of the water as chakra laced the bottom of my feet. The same couldn’t be said for the Mizukage of whom I’d noticed had been gaining on me, who chose less than gracefully kick up sprays of water with every step that he took. Had he the chance I was sure that he would have began our fight during our little diversion, but, did he know that in truth, I was the one doing him a favour? If I’d have initiated the fight where we had been stood, my range techniques would have easily wiped out not only himself, but his precious Coco as well. I was, in a sense, doing him a favour that he didn’t deserve to be given. Merely thinking about it started to irritate me, and soon enough as my feet touched the sand of the smaller island I’d lead the both of us to, my eyes burned with the same glaring passion for conflict that I’d lost over the last few years. But the moment I touched land, I wasn’t ready to begin. As I then broke away from the technique I’d laced across my feet and the chakra that came alongside it, I’d keep running until I came to the center of the island, away enough from the shoreline so that the field would be both practical, and large enough. The place bore nothing- Only sand and the pitiful blades of grass which dared to grow in such a hostile environment, burnt by the blazing rays of the sun as they continued to pour down even now. It was a beautiful day, even I had to admit. But Akira would find himself a fool if the thought that I’d be forgiving after he demanded I just hand over such a.. such a comforting blade to him. He wasn’t in deserving of such a beautiful creation. Affiliation meant nothing.

And with the blade brilliantly sheathed on my back, I thought of it a waste to use it to begin with, especially on a piece of trash alike the man before me. I could feel it- blood and chakra pulsating through my body, each and every beat erupting from my very core, my eyes focused on him as I prepared myself for what was to come. I was in full understanding of his abilities, and if anything, jealousy overcame me, but that didn’t mean that I respected him for what he was prepared to do. The blade hadn’t been in possession of Kirigakure for years and the organization it was affiliated with undoubtedly disbanded. The sword was less theirs than it was naturally my own – I’d just managed to become lucky, and like an orphaned child I took the blade from the bloodied carcass of its past owner and welcomed it in to my arms like any other. I could remember it now- The iron-coloured blade covered in crimson and the bandages stained. To this day the memory still lingered, and it was too precious to lose ahold of. Tilting my head to the side, I prepared myself to utter perhaps a few last words before I succumbed to the monster bursting at the very seams of my being, although the time was coming close. I faced him, stood a total of fifty meters away to give some distance. I knew full well of his speed, and I wouldn’t be doubtful if he could cover it faster than I could- But I was prepared, and more ready than ever, the same pounding in my head growing stronger with each passing moment. Did he really underestimate me that much to think that I would simply give it to him?

"..Don't be shy, Akira..

......

..I..-"

I spoke softly, and yet at the same time, so disturbingly motherly, my palms positioned welcomingly to him.



Lightheadedness overwhelmed me.

"..I won’t bite..”

Manic laughter could be clearly defined from behind my chosen words as I gazed onwards with monstrously constricted pupils. Like a lioness I chose to play with the my prey before mauling it alive for my own selfish, yet overpowering ideals. Akira was nothing less to me than a bag of flesh that I so desperately found myself wanting to tear in to and consume.

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> Intro post. Fighting begins next round.
> Island 250 meters from Sanbi Island. Measurements: Roughly 180 meters x 180 meters.
> Currently positioned in the center, 50 meters away facing Akira.
> All weapons on profile ready to be used.[/ul]

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[Nujabes]

The Kusakage's selection for her downfall was perfect. It was secluded, in the sense that we wouldn't be interrupted, but public enough for any who dared linger on the outskirts to witness her embarrassing defeat. While I, too, respected my opponent's abilities, I was beyond confident in my own prowess. My name was a legend amongst the ancient war heroes, and a terrifying threat to any that dared oppose the Mist. Even without Kouketsu Uchiha at the reigns, the Hidden Mist was just as powerful -- perhaps even more. I, unlike him, simply refused to be a tyrant in order to demonstrate our strength.

Those times had passed.

Even with the distance between us, I heard her chiding. It didn't bother me. She was clearly unstable, even if only on some remote level. "I grew up with the wolves of Mizu, Kusakage." I was walking toward her by this time, Hebi still tightly in my grip. "It would take a lot more than your bite to pierce my skin, believe me."

I stopped shy of thirty-five meters. "But, I suppose I should thank you. There are some aspects of me that I would prefer my close friends not to see. At least here, I won't have to worry about any of that. I won't need to restrain myself."

That's when I did something she might not have suspected. I tossed Hebi aside. The force I used buried her, to the hilt, in a bolder some meters to my right. Clenching my fists, an orchestra of sickening cracks and pops rang out. I rolled my shoulders and neck, inciting an encore of the disgusting sounds. By then, only half of the previous fifty meters separated us.

"If there's anything you want inscribed on your tombstone, speak now." My eyes were narrow, my expression rigid and icy. "I'll make sure you're buried right next to Uekyuuchi."

With that, I took off, careening directly for her.

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"But, I suppose I should thank you. There are some aspects of me that I would prefer my close friends not to see.

“..I assumed.”

The words spoken were so painfully detailed as I began to pour chakra to my arms, each one spoken audibly and in turn. I already knew what he was, but would our fight go that far? I was to emerge from this alive nonetheless, Dying wasn’t an option for me. I had so much to do- so many ideas, so many plans that needed to be fulfilled and the people of Kusagakure needed their leader. If the Mizukage thought that he could simply kick me down then he’d be mistaken. Although almost predatory in appearance with my somewhat taller than average height, and body body and hair to rival that of the beautiful norse goddesses, I perhaps looked no more capable to comb my hair, let alone to even think of dipping my pristine form in to the heat of battle.

My eyes were carefully held on his frame as he moved forward slowly but surely, tossing his sword aside. Such a movement was carefully tracked by my blue hues as I noticed the blade being thrown gallantly in to the ground below- to a stone. It wasn’t an average sword- or at least, it looked more ornate- Why throw it so carelessly aside? It suggested that he’d need both of his hands which was more than expected. But- then again I understood swords. I could easily call Samehada to my grasp if he lingered in the area, perhaps the same went for his own? Despite the adrenaline which was fueling my every breath, I had to remind myself to be careful. As he continued to speak of my tombstone, on the other hand, I found myself to be thinking quite the opposite as chakra pulsated through my body, building up and up. While I could easily harvest a limb or two from his body for my own experimentation, after his defeat, to leave him scarcely alive would perhaps be an interesting route. So that he could live each and every day knowing that he failed to reclaim the sword that he seemingly wanted so badly for his village. To know that I had hailed from Kusagakure, the exact place that Kirigakure would find itself bowing down to for years to come. He’d be alive, terrorized by thoughts and dreams foreign to his own- But only barely responsive. I wanted to see him turned into a living wreck, thin to the bone with such agonizing guilt and paranoia so that everybody around him could see just how much of a pathetic low-life their precious Mizukage had become.

But that’s when everything changed, the very moment he voiced his next few words.

"I'll make sure you're buried right next to Uekyuuchi."



"Go kill yourself.”

Unbeknownst to Akira, my body was flooding with an unseen chakra as I kept my hands level with his middle as I had prior as he halved the distance between us, rushing forwards even moreso as time went by. Prepared for the onslaught, he came forwards like some kind of wild dog in to the trap that I’d set up from the start. However grand the man may have been, he bore no match for the grand winds that escaped so fluidly from my hands.

With that, I took off, careening directly for her.

As he drew closer and closer, he’d find sand being wrought from the ground beneath the strength, pushing in his direction and getting in to each little nook and cranny that it could find as the sandstorm was channeled, making myself out to be some kind of sand user, although it couldn’t be further from the truth. Along with it I aimed to move the boulder which he'd embedded his blade, or at least to tip it over to make it more difficult for him to relocate. Grains, rocks and whatever else was ripped off the surface of the ground were flown everywhere as he’d be knocked back should he run in to my attack- buffing his skin, sprinkling in to his eyes past those ridiculous shades of his, everywhere each grain could land and proving as a distraction for what was to come next, whilst I, swiftly after creating the grand cover, body flickered a total of ten meters to my right, masking my position to some degree should he keep running after being knocked back. Of course- Even with this, the concept of his strength came in to play. Would he be able to coarse through the storm I’d created and the knockback? I wasn’t sure, but at the moment I simply hoped not. At the moment however, I was preparing for the worst that he could throw.

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> Assuring technique hits, distance by end of post: Roughly 31 meters to his left.
> Used one body flicker. Low drain.

Zankuuha (Decapitating Air Waves)
Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Type: Offensive / Ototon + Fuuton Ninjutsu
Range: See special!
Chakra: D- Low, C - Mid, B - Mid x2, A - High, S - High x2
Special: Distance that the supersonic air waves are delivered depends on the user's highest 'Zankuuha Ryuuken' rank. Blast comes forth in the form of a cone, with a 90 degree opening angle originating from each of the user's palms. Damage of jutsu is equal to highest rank known. Finally, highest rank known also represents the amount of knock-back suffered from a direct hit.


D: 2 meter knock-back
C: 4 meter knock-back
B: 6 meter knock-back
A: 8 meter knock-back
S: 10 meter knock-back – S-Rank known, A-Rank used


Description: Zankuuha is a specialized ninjutsu technique utilized in conjunction with Air Vents. By concentrating elementally recomposed sound and wind chakra in their arms, the user can control supersonic waves and air pressure so that it may be expelled all at once. The Zankuuha creates a massive gust of wind which can blast at an opponent with a force so strong it can even break rock.
Domain: Ototon and Fuuton. Air Vents. Zankuuha Ryuuken of equal rank.

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[Nujabes]

With nothing obscuring my vision of Blanche, it wasn't difficult to see her arms rotate and shift, expelling a gust of torrential winds that kicked up a rather impressive sand storm with their emergence. It wouldn't have been difficult to avoid, but the fastest to your target was always a straight line. So, rather than hook around, I simply punched through it.

The explosive chakra had seeped from my pores and enveloped the entirety of my body was masked by the coffin of debris for only a second, before its ember-like glow stood in stark opposition to the browns and greys. The next step I took propelled me at a far greater speed (4th gate), easily bypassing the faux smoke screen in the time it would've taken her to exercise her attempt to increase the distance between us. Instead, I would see her mid-gait, alternating my course to not only match hers, but more than likely eclipse her movements in the same instance.

My right arm swung past my respective hip, catching a pair of kunai which I sent careening in her direction. Rather than aimed at her, however, the pair of projectiles were targeted at where she would be, presuming she continued on her current trajectory. Effectively pinning her between the knives and myself, it'd only be a second or two before we collided as I breached the five meter threshold.

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Chakra Cloak - Form 1: x2 High consumption^1/3.

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BAM!

From the sheer sound of sand coming in to contact with something, and the soft ray that seemed to protrude past the dull sandfall, I could only guess that my previous deduction proved correct.

However- From what slight disappointment came from it soon came more as it came to me as fast as both Kunai swirled around me that he was on his own course towards me. Managing to dodge such metallic objects with fancy footwork by stepping moreso to my own left as I went off my own track, my eyes looking behind to see the monster that had coated the form of the man as I prepared myself again for what was to come, chakra surging through my veins. Whilst being incomprehensibly built himself, he required to borrow such power from the beast within him in order to battle through the storm I’d created- Or was he simply starting his own plan? Borrowing chakra off the bijuu itself was quite a step, and if he was prepared to go that far, then I was too. I could see the heat radiating off his body; the strength that he had imbued within him, but it only hungered my ally even more.

Effectively pinning her between the knives and myself, it'd only be a second or two before we collided as I breached the five meter threshold.

With barely moments to spare, my hand reached behind me and dug past the waves of gold and to the decorated handle of the grand blade that he had sought, as I swung it from its position, the blade unsheathing and unwrapping as the iron spikes protruded almost explicitly. It grew and warping in to the sword of nightmares that it was known for whilst I simply grinned wickedly behind, rushing forward a single meter for momentum towards the center, facing the oncoming storm and preparing to suck the very chakra out of the body of the man, to dissolve the beautiful yet powerful cloak that had enveloped him. I came very much prepared for the collision that was due to happen, his own fearless, amber form hopefully running straight in to the serrated edge of the nearly 2 meter blade as I held it boldly as it undoubtedly draw away the yonbi-like capabilities that he displayed. He was like some kind of juggernaut. Such a weapon lessened the distance between us even more- but I knew how eager Samehada could be, and the very moment that it had sensed the jinchuuriki’s chakra tainting the air it craved. And in turn, so did I.

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> Prepped technique.
> Samehada unsheathed and swung.
> Well within 5 meter range by end of post depending on Akira's reaction- Some of the power behind the impending collision attempted to be nulled by Samehada.
> Attempt to block collision, siphoning x2 high chakra from Akira in the meantime.
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[Nujabes]

Though I knew of Samehada's abilities, it was always the wielder that truly made the difference. Blanche was a rather petite woman, and my blatant assault was more so used as a method to gauge how her body moved -- how she reacted -- while using Samehada. Despite being a living weapon, it was quite cumbersome. Long and bulky, it was generally difficult for even a shinobi my size to wield it one hundred percent effectively. But, she managed, perhaps by luck, to bring the slab of scale and sentience whipping about in my direction.

Rather than attempt to avoid the blade, and thusly save my precious chakra, I continued on. I was going to make a point to her - the sword didn't make the man, but rather, the man made the sword. Both she and Samehada would crumble to my will -- they would both be trampled beneath the unadulterated might of Kirigakure!

Even with my cloak being ravenously devoured, the impact between us was like thunder. My armored fist, blazing red, slammed clean into the sword's scaly hide. I could feel it writhing as it almost instantly dissipated my preternatural aura, yet it would do little to dampen the ferocity of the blow. The strength behind my strike was colossal, more than enough to uproot Blanche entirely, sending her soaring back fifteen meters. However she landed was entirely irrelevant, as the resistance in my gait had already been bypassed.

I was hot on her heels, my body cutting across the sandy floor of the island like a hot knife to butter. My eyes, never once leaving her body, were on fire. "Don't you dare underestimate me, Kusakage!" I bellowed, no more than a meter behind her now as she moved (whether of her own accord or still under the effects of the knock back).

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Chakra Cloak - Form 1: x2 High Consumption.^{1/3 (2nd and 3rd devoured)}
Utsu Kyoudai (Mighty Strike) - B rank: Mid consumption.

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Such chakra which doused the blade was almost euphoric, whilst not allowing escape from the knock back which I’d suffered, it allowed some form of release as the chakra beat at the very heart of the blade. It overwhelmed me, softly touching the very edge of my soul as I embraced the connection I’d made with the blade. Whilst I was flung backwards, I felt elated, the lightheadedness if only intensifying, and if anything, it was enjoyable in a way, although through what short travel I’d been victim to from the blow, a dull ache momentarily overcome my bones. I’d take ahold of the situation as quickly as it had escalated, as I sought to ground my feet. With the same amount of chakra pouring in to my free right hand as I saw him continue to approach me at an alarming rate. But however fast the man found himself charging, I always became prepared. Having ran a further three after being carried the original 15 meters, on the fourth I’d suddenly turn with Samehada guarded in my left ready to swing out to block anything if my plan went incorrectly, as the other, fully charged with potent chakra, swung before me to reach the oncoming bull as he’d charged, his position having been merely a meter away originally, and given my abrupt stop, I hadn’t expected him also to stop in his tracks to avoid colliding with me- If anything, I assumed that would be his motive, although perhaps driving in to my own attack wasn't his plan.

"..I hadn't expected less, Mizukage."

no more than a meter behind her now as she moved (whether of her own accord or still under the effects of the knock back).

And so- Should the man break in to me, he’d find his chest- I was tall but he was a different level- broken in to by my fist, my capable hands adopting the power of souin, while samehada in my left engorged on his form as it would aim to tear the skin of his right arm. Not enough to effect the punch- Merely a soft grating to suck up another portion of chakra, allowing leeway for my simultaneous punch. Whilst he had previously thrown me back several meters, if the attack was to connect, he’d find himself flying back even further than he’d originally sent me, the bones in his chest almost surely broken from the sheer power. Of course, being more adapt to taijutsu, I expected him to be tougher than others, especially with his stature, but I was sure that he could suck up for a few broken ribs.

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> Samehada unsheathed.
> Attempting to siphon x2 high chakra from Akira.

Kongouriki (Golden Thunder Power)
Rank: D, C B, A, S. (+ additional S ranked damage due to mastery)
Type: Offensive.
Range: -
Handseals: -
Chakra/Stamina: D - Low, C - Mid, B - x2 Mid, A - High, S – x2 High. x1 high.
Special: Sends the victim flying if struck equivalent to the highest rank learned of this technique.


D: 5 meter knock-back // 15% breakability
C: 10 meter knock-back // 30% breakability
B: 15 meter knock-back // 45% breakability
A: 20 meter knock-back // 60% breakability
S: 25 meter knock-back // 75% breakability


Description: The Golden Thunder Power comes in the form of any powered up punch or kick with enough chakra behind it to send the victim behind the strike flying. Such a strike often results in added injury from the forced flight, as well as the strike itself.
Domain: Souin.[/ul]
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[Nujabes]

Impressive.

The Kusakage's medical prowess had paid off in full, to say the least. She possessed a skill in hand to hand that was somewhat lost on people classified as long-range fighters. While I hadn't underestimated her, I was pleasant surprised by her excellent show of control and quick-stepping. She rounded just as quickly as most practitioners of your mundane fighting styles, and brought a fst (one that I was sure to be infused with her chakra) seeking my chest.

Unfortunately for her, there was a stark difference between an apprentice and master.

The Kusakage's gentle fist was greeted by my own, rivaling in ferocity and primal strength. The collision of opposing forces was like the impact between heaven and earth, creating an uproar of dirt, dust, and sand. The resulting force sent me soaring back (25 meters), crushing through several trees and into a boulder that was reduced to nothing short of rubble with another thunderous roar. I remained there for several moments, no doubt the amount of time that it would take Blanche to recover from her own nasty knock back. As for her sword? Well, it was the very same force that would send us spiraling off in our own directions that would've robbed it of its chance to feast on my chakra once more. The torrential winds, and brief moment when we collided, would've been far too short for Samehada to have even hoped of touching me.

But, I wasn't unconscious. I wasn't even hurt, really. Despite the cuts that wracked my body, and the blood pouring from them, I was fine. Instead, I was simply preparing. Preparing for the beast I was soon to unleash on this pitiful little woman. I'd tested the waters long enough, and now I was finally ready to show her why that sword would belong to me by the end of our little confrontation.

The ground began to shake and tremor, the air hiss as it was heated. "BLLLAAAAAAAAAANCCCCCCCCCHEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

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Chakra Cloak - Form 1: x2 High Consumption.^{1/3 (2nd and 3rd devoured)}
Utsu Kyoudai (Mighty Strike) - B rank: Mid consumption.
Utsu Kyoudai (Mighty Strike) - S rank: x2 High & x1 Mid Consumption.

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It was beautiful.

The blissful eruption of chakra from my hand had collided with the man’s own, creating a force strong enough to negate both to a degree as I felt his knuckles gouging in to my own. As far as size went, I was much smaller than him as I bore china doll like qualities, my soft, porcelain skill accompanied by long flowing blonde hair, and all topped off with a lithe, yet at the same time, a definitive hourglass-like figure. I looked almost fragile but now the Mizukage himself was spectator to the abilities that I’d trained so persistently over the years. And then- Just as my fist dug in to his own- an explosion occurred as our conflicting chakra pushed against each other. All I could see was my own white contrast with his amber.

I felt the breeze between the soft lengths of my hair as I was flung backwards for a few moments.
It was .. so calm.

Despite the serene peace I’d been doused in, chakra again emptied from my system and enveloped my being, preparing myself for the blow I was anticipating, my hand grasped on to the sword so tightly.

My entire body ruptured.

I felt my corpse slide back several meters in a trail of blood after initial contact with the ground.
The momentum ceased, and so did I.


My hand slowly unfurled, releasing handle of the sword.
Blood spurted from my mouth.

As my chakra began to heal the various wounds instantaneously after they were dealt, cuts and potential breaks in my body began to be soothed, soon returning to their normal state as I could only so agonizingly stare at the sky as the process continued. Gaping wounds created from colliding with rocks poured crimson liquid- But ceased as my extraordinary healing ability repaired the damage. My hand grabbed for the blade to my side as I took ahold of it. Although I hadn’t been dealt a killing blow, had I landed elsewhere, with my head having collided with a rock- I wouldn’t have doubted that I’d have been knocked out, if not dead. For such medical techniques I was thankful that I’d learned, and although it didn’t heal all of the damage, it healed a fair amount which left me more than able to go ahead and fight. I felt myself being restored, the ache in my body still there, but considerably less than it had been moments ago as I had felt everything burn- now, I felt chakra flourishing in my veins, driving me forwards as I found myself climbing out of the small pool of blood that I’d inadvertently created, Samehada proving useful in getting myself back up to my feet as I stood, as majestic as ever with my blonde hair, skin and clothing stained with blood, but the important part? I was alive, and given my own abilities, even with Akira’s thick skin, I assumed I was better off at the moment than he’d ever be. The entire process had been so quick thanks to my medical prowess, and given that I had time to take advantage of, already having started to pool chakra to my hands again in preparation for my next technique.

I had no time to die.

"BLLLAAAAAAAAAANCCCCCCCCCHEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

From my far position, I could see the man after the residue of the explosion fell, the way that my name was shouted sending chills down my back. I could perfectly make out his form, the surrounding- the rock which had been smashed to pieces on impact. With one quick movement I’d then affix my tracker to my eye as it permitted me to gaze the man at a much closer range. He was almost primitive in his actions and his animalistic scream. With the same sharklike grin that I’d showed previously, I continued to feed my chakra secretly to my arms as they hung by my side, ready to react when the timing was right. He wasn’t quite within my grasp as time stood, and knowing him- and the reaction that he had to the collision the both of us had been victim to, I could only expect that he’d charge onwards again but perhaps with more vigour than in previous ways. It was so electrifying. I could feel my blonde hair on edge, charged by the situation and as gallant as ever even with flecks of sand, rock and blood in it. Almost as if nothing had just happened, I stood strong and tall unlike the Mizukage himelf, who despite appearing undoubtedly powerful even now, I could plainly see the blood seeping from his wounds. Like the very soul that embodied the sword on my back, I was drawn to it, my mind worked up to a vicious frenzy over the very smell of iron in the air. And now- strangely enough, I began to walk forwards almost too casually towards the source, hips swinging from side to side as I strode across the sands with energy pulsating in my hands.

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> Samehada unsheathed.
> Landed 52 meters away from Akira. 49 meters away by end of post and closing in slowly.
> A-rank amount of damage healed.
> Prep: _____???
> Tracker utilized.

In'yu Shōmetsu (Yin Healing Wound Destruction)
Rank: D, C, B, A, S. (S-Ranked Shousen - instantaneous A-Rank healing.)
Type: Defensive.
Range: -
Handseals: -
Chakra: See special! (x1 Mid with mastery)
Special: Chakra used for this technique is equal to the one being absorbed (without buffs/reductions used by the opponent!). User employs highest 'Shosen' rank in order to heal.
Description: By anticipating damage, the user is capable of filling an area with healing chakra before taking a hit; in other words, they can begin the healing process for a wound before actually receiving it. When the wound finally does occur, the advanced healing process rapidly regenerates the flesh of the wounded area, healing it before the eyes of the user and the opponent; this results in an almost instant-healing of wounds. The larger and more complex the wound is, however, the more chakra is needed to heal it.
Domain: Iryou Ninjutsu. Shousen no Jutsu. [/ul]
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[Nujabes]

Even with the damage that I'd sustained, everything was working fine. I might have lacked the astounding medical prowess that the Kusakage had, but I had a will that had been tempered in the flames of battle; I was a weapon unlike any other. The kind that didn't care how much damage they'd be dealt; the kind of weapon that could be broken and reforged, yet still cut my enemies like new; the kind of weapon that knew nothing of retreat. My only option in life was to move forward. I never looked back - never regretted, and I wasn't about to begin now.

Crushing the rocks in my hands into nothing more than fine dust, I crouched slightly, wrapping my hands around my shins. With a slight tug, each weight slipped from my respective leg, and as they dropped, the floor quaked once more. Standing tall, I dug deep into myself. . . My muscles tensed, releasing a wave of chakra from my body as strength was once more pushed through my veins.

I didn't need tracker to see what she was doing, because I simply didn't care. There was only one way that our little skirmish was going to end.

Pushing forward with all the might my body could muster, no longer weighed down by the straps at my shin, I created a crater several feet deep from my take off. The explosion of dust and debris revealed my beaten body, shimmering in mixture of blood and sweat; my hair was matted to the contours of my face, my eyes narrow and focused. Despite my grisly appearance, I was quite calm - cold and calculating, waiting for my opportunity to strike.

We both had our weaknesses and strengths. I had done my part in analyzing hers, but could the same be said in return? I hadn't even begun to reveal my true power, but had she? The next time we clashed, it would be our last. This much I swore.

The former distance between us wasn't far enough, especially with my newly achieved speed (Gate 2), and nothing more than ten meters separated us now. Fists clenched, heart pumping, I was ready for her. What would she do?

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Chakra Cloak - Form 1: x2 High Consumption.^{1/3 (2nd and 3rd devoured)}
Utsu Kyoudai (Mighty Strike) - B rank: Mid consumption.
Utsu Kyoudai (Mighty Strike) - S rank: x2 High & x1 Mid Consumption.

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I still had so much chakra left in my body. I could feel it coursing from head to toe and I watched the man so carefully as he started to prepare himself for our next little reunion. An explosion, dust and debris rising up again as if it were air itself as I watched him keenly remove two items near his shins through the telescopic precision that my tracker gave me. I was already prepared for whatever he had to do- Although, being a medic I had some indication of why he just did the interesting move that he just had, such tremendous weights left to drop on the floor in a blaze of pressure. I’d known that some people dedicated to the art of taijutsu commonly practiced using leg weights to both add another level of strength to their work, but at the same time, so that when removed, they could easily speed across the battlefield with the new feeling of lightness. It was interesting, I couldn’t lie. Perhaps I could work towards getting a pair of myself- Whilst stealing the Mizukage’s own as he lay on the floor crippled from my own hand seemed quite tempting, I doubted that they’d fit, and I wasn’t prepared to make do and mend in this case. I had enough money. ”…….” But however fast he could be, and seeing the sheer state on him, I was quite confident that he couldn’t cut through the next technique that I so potently prepared in my arms. Whilst I walked onwards, more a supermodel than his own beast-like appearance, I’d raise my right hand- but no- to simply push hair away from my face, as it had shifted. Plumping up my hair in the back as well to give it volume, I looked perfect, and felt even better, my mind focused off the pain in my body, and back towards my opponent as the both of us closed in. As I continued to walk, I smirked to myself.

He was fast.
But I was faster with my chakra control and deployment.

I stopped dead in my tracks at the distance of fourteen meters away.



My left hand momentarily released the blade, as it now leant on my outstretched arm, both palms pointing directly towards the man as he grew closer.

..nothing more than ten meters separated us now..

Bang.

It all occurred within a matter of a second- and by then, it was already too late for him.

a true Pièce de résistance.

The entire area facing me would be destroyed beneath my hand.

And I couldn't have felt more empowered as I watched everything shatter.

Such brilliance- a display of futon at its strongest. When perhaps he would have misjudged my intentions and assumed that I’d have used the same attack as before, he’d find himself painfully incorrect as within simply a matter of a second he’d find the torrential gust of wind blowing him back, the sheer power behind it surely enough to knock him out. Sand raised once more, what sparse trees that could be found in the area being ripped up by the roots and flown backward in a painful shower of both whiplash from the sudden gust, and the debris which was uprooted and taken. Rocks raised from the shifting sands, being thrown backwards as well, pummelling in to the body of the Mizukage should he not somehow avoid the attack. Given how close he’d been, surely by now having breached on the 10 meter mark, he’d be hit with the full effects. But given his size and the strength behind him, it was what I wanted. It was the grand finish for most battles- but.. although I was sure that this technique could deal the damage which I wanted, I didn’t doubt that it wouldn’t be the end. He was much too stubborn for that. His speed had already been accounted for- but could he really avoid this? I took ahold of the blade moments after the technique had erupted from my hands and corrupted the lower portion of the island, watching as the debris fell, my eyes rapidly scanning the area for any sign of him. In my wake, there lay only destruction, and it was very much within my wish that the Mizukage be sucked up in to the same wave of devastation which I’d created. The rocks which he'd landed on previously had been within my range, and would also be torn from the ground and thrown elsewhere on the island- Too came to be the fate of his beloved sword which had been embedded in the boulder. I didn't doubt that that was elsewhere on the island by now as well, if not potentially in the sea itself.

But It wasn't over yet.
I knew it.

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> Samehada unsheathed.
> At 14 meters [or less] attack takes 0.50 - 1 second to reach target.
> Technique spans 50 meters of destruction + 20 meters additional knockback.

Zankyokukuuha (Extreme Decapitating Air Waves)
Rank: S
Type: Offensive / Ototon + Fuuton Ninjutsu
Range: See special!
Chakra: Massive
Special: Distance and knock-back of waves is equal to the user's 'Zankkuuha' range, doubled. Blast comes forth in the form of a large cone, with a 180 degree opening angle originating from each of the user's palms. Due to the stress on the user's arms, this can only be used once per thread, plus one more each time retrained.
Description: Zankyokukuuha is a specialized ninjutsu technique and an advanced variation of the Zankuuhaa. Like the Zankuuha, the user creates a large gust of air pressure from the vents in their arms. However this jutsu is the ultimate version of the lesser technique, creating a massive gust of wind capable of totally wiping out a target and the surrounding area.
Domain: Ototon and Fuuton. Air Vents. Zankuuha 'S'.[/ul]
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[Nujabes]

It all happened so fast.

I saw Samehada leave her grasp, a tell-tale hint to what was soon to befall me. With my above par speed and agility (taijutsu prime), I braced myself -- crossing my arms in front of my person, just enough to shield the majority of my face without hindering my vision -- in anticipation, yet nothing could have readied me for the utter destruction the Kusakage wrought upon me. There was a flash of light as her chakra erupted into the atmosphere, and all I could hear against the screech of her technique was a familiar bestial voice in my mind.

AKIRA!

The technique she had sought to devastate my body with would have done exactly that. In fact, it should have probably killed me. But, it didn't.

Rather than be sent spiraling back once again, cut and bruised by the violent winds and debris I would have more than likely sent driving through, I continued forward. My body, pushed to its limits, ignored the pain coursing through each and every nerve. Cuts erupted along my forearms, shoulders and torso -- even along some of the exposed regions of my face as I literally pushed myself through the heart of her technique. My speed only increased, dangerously so, as I continued forward. Obscured entirely by the maelstrom that was her blast, she wouldn't even know what hit her until it was too late.

Emerging from the other side of her jutsu, fist first, Blanche would be the first to ever witness the perfect symbiotic state that the Yonbi and I had achieved. My arm was on fire, a silhouette of raw chakra fashioned into the definition of a muscled appendage that she would know to be mine. That fist that breached the raging winds, moving with a startling speed (4th gate) and ferocious strength (7th gate), aimed squarely between her upraised arms, seeking to crash directly into her breasts.

The blow would do more than simply knock the wind from her. Instead, she would feel the pressure cracking her sternum and shattering her ribs, a pain that -- even for that split second before her healing factor kicked in -- would have been unimaginable. The sheer force behind the simplistic attack was more than enough to send her skipping across the ground like a rock on water (15 meters), no doubt collecting a series of disgusting cuts and bruises along the way.

By the time she finished her trek, presuming she was still conscious, she would have had the privilege of witnessing me in all my glory. Emblazoned by the Yonbi's chakra, I'd take on a balanced stance, ready to end this little charade once and for all. . .

. . . presuming it hadn't ended already.

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Chakra Cloak - Form 1: x2 High consumption.^{1/3 (2nd and 3rd devoured)}
Utsu Kyoudai (Mighty Strike) - B rank: Mid consumption.
Utsu Kyoudai (Mighty Strike) - S rank: x2 High & x1 Mid consumption.

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Removed Training Weights - A Rank: Double Speed (Gate 2).^1/5
Tier 3 - Superhuman Comeback: The most disrespectful thing a worker can do in the business is "no-sell" (shrug off a technique like it didn't happen). With this mastery, the wrestler gains the ability to endure one deadly/debilitating technique in order to press forward through the rest of the bout/thread. Paralysis can be ignored, a direct explosion becomes ineffective, etc.
Chakra Cloak - Form 2: x2 High consumption.^1/2
Utsu Kyoudai (Mighty Strike) - B rank: Mid consumption.[/justify][/spoiler][/justify][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font]

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It was entrancing, merely watching the sand dance about in the dark in a violent flurry, rocks scathing the air and trees landing unnaturally on the earth drew me in to the whole situation as I stood in awe of the work that could be done with my very hands. But it still wasn’t enough- As able as my arms were, I needed to create more ways of using the vents which had been agonizingly embedded in them several years ago, so that I can more than two attacks to my arsenal. They were both exceedingly useful, as showed, but finally putting them at play against a man like Akira, I needed much more strength behind them- More cutting power so that I could slice his pretty white-haired head off of his gargantuan body with a single sharpened slice. However- Given the current level, I didn’t gather that it would be impossible, but it was a feat. Exhaling I’d quickly move the serrated blade before me as I expected the worst. He’d already shown so much vigour from both his taijutsu and jinchuuriki abilities, and now that I had obviously taunted him enough- I didn’t think he’d give up having come this far. Neither of us were prepared to back down, and with enough chakra on my side and enough ready to be sucked from the man if he chose to run forwards as he always did, undoubtedly he’d find himself right in the face of the gigantic blade which he wanted so dearly. I waited, but it soon came to me from the fiery aura which could be seen through the storm before me, that perhaps there was more to being a jinchuuriki than simply having a bubble of protective chakra around you. My eyes locked on him as I kept the blade before me as he revealed himself much faster than I’d hoped, a fiery amber glow not enveloping his form- but he, to this point, was the glow, each muscle on his chest defined so brilliantly by the almost flame like capabilities his body had taken over. It was almost ghostlike, and perhaps for the first time in the entire battle, I found myself truly alarmed at what was to come. My body was rife with chakra, but I had no time to call upon anything, my only defense at the moment being the grater-like sword before me.

That fist that breached the raging winds, moving with a startling speed (4th gate) and ferocious strength (7th gate), aimed squarely between her upraised arms, seeking to crash directly into her breasts.

Whilst I’d have managed to avoid any direct contact with the burning fist which had approached me so quickly, I could feel it- The very power behind such an attack causing a shockwave through my entire body, even after travelling through samehada, his strength pushing against me. Comforting my body from some of the blow, I nonetheless felt an agonizing pain ravage within my torso as I again felt myself flying backwards, but this time- with so much more pain. It was all that I could feel as I travelled backwards, the fiery red glow becoming more and more hazy in my vision as I moved further away, the pain in my ribs perhaps not unbearable, but I found it hard to focus. Even with the gigantic blade weighed down in my hand, I couldn’t bring ahead the strength to stop myself from going on my course until this very moment. All I could do was force my chakra around my body once more, in search of healing the injuries that I was expected to be dealt upon landing.

Smash.



"A-a...-!!"

My mind numbed.

The pain which I’d felt before welled up and only escalated in size as I finally made my landing against the earth, bones cracking from the might, but I kept on moving and sliding against the warm sands, it burning what skin had been revealed from ripped clothing due to my landing. Eyes wide open as I made my descent, I could feel myself losing grasp of reality- of everything, each hit my body took against the ground merely causing me to keep going. I wasn’t too sure exactly how far I must have gone, but through the searing pain that overwhelmed my entire body, and from what part of my mind I could keep concentrated on the battle itself rather than my injuries, I gave a rough estimate of thirty meters. But I couldn’t think straight, a dominating headache taking over my brain as each nerve in my body reacted so extremely to the throw, my own blood escaping freely from the injuries I’d suffered and staining the golden sand a disturbing red. Moments passed, and I soon slid to a stop, my blood making each and every move slick. As I ceased and I could finally gather my thoughts, all that surfaced was the amount of pain that I was in, and how excruciating it felt, open wounds stinging painfully against the air whilst each and every twitch I made pained my very existence. I struggled to catch my breath, and when I did, the dried blood on my chin and lips were accompanied by a fresher source, my body buckling in reaction as I spat to the ground, clearing my airway. All I could do was stare at the man as chakra continued to harbour at my injuries. And despite all this- I was.. enraged from the very bottom of my heart. I had plenty of chakra left- I couldn’t leave like this. I couldn’t let Ue show me up. I’d come here to win. Through what energy I had left in my body, I refused to give up. I pushed myself forwards, my heavy, injured hands pressing against the sand below me as I attempted to bring myself to my feet. From the last technique I’d used, not only did my arms ache from that, but they burned, scathed with bruises, cuts and scrapes that were rapidly being restored back to a decent state from my healing chakra. I looked like hell, but unlike him, the dried blood on my body disguised long since healed damage. Although I was seething with chakra which momentarily after dispersing my shousen, had been now focused to my free right hand, I unfortunately, wasn’t oblivious to pain.

I rose from my position, slowly but surely, soft beads of sweat forming on my forehead.
The heap of blonde hair soon followed.

Stubbornness was one of my best traits.

I refused to let the blade go. My hand clung on to it, my nails digging in to my skin as I clawed.

Exhale.

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> Samehada unsheathed. Attempted siphoning of x2 high chakra from Akira during punch.
> 28 meters away from Akira.
> Prep: ___???

In'yu Shōmetsu (Yin Healing Wound Destruction)
Rank: D, C, B, A, S. (S-Ranked Shousen - instantaneous A-Rank healing.)
Type: Defensive.
Range: -
Handseals: -
Chakra: See special! (x1 Mid with mastery)
Special: Chakra used for this technique is equal to the one being absorbed (without buffs/reductions used by the opponent!). User employs highest 'Shosen' rank in order to heal.
Description: By anticipating damage, the user is capable of filling an area with healing chakra before taking a hit; in other words, they can begin the healing process for a wound before actually receiving it. When the wound finally does occur, the advanced healing process rapidly regenerates the flesh of the wounded area, healing it before the eyes of the user and the opponent; this results in an almost instant-healing of wounds. The larger and more complex the wound is, however, the more chakra is needed to heal it.
Domain: Iryou Ninjutsu. Shousen no Jutsu. [/ul][/blockquote][/justify][/size][/font]

[Nujabes]

Again she managed to impress me. While I hadn't expected her to pull Samehada up from the earth so quickly, it was all irrelevant. Not even that fabled sword would be able to dampen the impact of my blow, and even with the sliver of chakra that it'd managed to devour from my body, it wasn't enough to render my transformation from existence. Instead, I remained the fiery construct I'd become, glowing brighter than the sun. The earth cooked beneath the raw power of my chakra, the air hissing and releasing torrents of team from every inch of my 'ascended' form. My eyes were wide, but cool and collected--

--I was focused.

The moment that Blanche had come to a halt in her long journey across the earth, I was in motion. I approached her with a brisk jog, now more aware of my surroundings (and her abilities), easily prepared to dodge another monstrous wave of sound and wind were she to bring it forth. Then again, it was highly unlikely she could, given her current condition. By the time she was standing on her feet, I'd already erased a hefty portion of the distance between us. She'd be standing there, waiting for me, right how I wanted her.

My right arm reared back as I rushed forward like a blur of light, ready and prepared. This was it - the conclusion, I could feel it, and I'd never felt so alive. What would she do? Would I fall before the last bastion of her defense? Or, true to my goals, would she be crushed beneath the iron will of Kirigakure? Only time would tell.

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Chakra Cloak - Form 1: x2 High consumption.^{1/3 (2nd and 3rd devoured)}
Utsu Kyoudai (Mighty Strike) - B rank: Mid consumption.
Utsu Kyoudai (Mighty Strike) - S rank: x2 High & x1 Mid consumption.

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Removed Training Weights - A Rank: Double Speed (Gate 2).^1/5
Tier 3 - Superhuman Comeback: The most disrespectful thing a worker can do in the business is "no-sell" (shrug off a technique like it didn't happen). With this mastery, the wrestler gains the ability to endure one deadly/debilitating technique in order to press forward through the rest of the bout/thread. Paralysis can be ignored, a direct explosion becomes ineffective, etc.
Chakra Cloak - Form 2: x2 High consumption.^2/2
Utsu Kyoudai (Mighty Strike) - B rank: Mid consumption.

1 Technique Prepped.[/justify][/spoiler][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font]

[Apple]

Just as I expected, the bloodied giant began in his move towards me, his own form known by now to go well over the average speed for even the most powerful taijutsu masters. The healing chakra finished all that it could do in the current situation as I learned on the heavy blade for support, my left positioned tightly on its handle, almost as if it was to prevent myself from falling down. My right continued to build up with chakra- and from such precision came strength.

My arm reared back as I rushed forward like a blur of light, ready and prepared.

Time halted.

My own hand roared, aflame with strength.

He closed in with his fist.

I swung my arm back.

Our distance was merely within arms reach..

And I drove mine forwards with all of the strength that I could gather from my body, aiming to break every bone in his chest and rupture the surrounding organs.

Chakra radiated from my fist like a fierce inferno.

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> Total amount of chakra siphoned: 1 massive.
> Samehada unsheathed.

Kongouriki (Golden Thunder Power)
Rank: D, C B, A, S. (+ Additional S-Rank damage with mastery)
Type: Offensive.
Range: -
Handseals: -
Chakra/Stamina: D - Low, C - Mid, B - x2 Mid, A - High, S - x2 High. (x1 high with mastery)
Special: Sends the victim flying if struck equivalent to the highest rank learned of this technique.


D: 5 meter knock-back // 15% breakability
C: 10 meter knock-back // 30% breakability
B: 15 meter knock-back // 45% breakability
A: 20 meter knock-back // 60% breakability
S: 25 meter knock-back // 75% breakability


Description: The Golden Thunder Power comes in the form of any powered up punch or kick with enough chakra behind it to send the victim behind the strike flying. Such a strike often results in added injury from the forced flight, as well as the strike itself.
Domain: Souin.
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