Ki (Solo Rp)

[roko]

Warmth enveloped the small clearing as the sound of crunching grass echoed unhindered throughout the vast and naked area, their courses set for oblivion. He would travel to the center of the area, collapsing into a seated position of meditation, heavy breaths following afterwards. Training in the form of Taijutsu had been abstract, for it called upon the raw energies of the body and a user's natural "ki", which with concentration he would learn to summon in order to brace his body for the intense strain about to be placed upon it. This time, though, the training lesson was going to be specifically crafted for his legs.

His brow tightened as his mind transcended into a realm of peace and idea in order to nurture the growing flame with in the pit of his belly, and allow it to travel onto his limbs. In the past this had been a technique he had used over and over again in order to mentally prepare his every muscles for whatever grievous trail he had planned for his body to grow from. That was the beauty of the body itself, for what had not slain or destroyed it would only make its strength far superior and thus, every ounce of tension, difficulty, angst and anger in a regimen of training granted it profound levels of strength that would, one day, allow its' flight into territories of uncharted superiority. It was safe to say that true results were not short of gargantuan.

Time was still with in his mind, but in reality hours had already passed. The one high and mighty Helios had begun to bow to the harbinger of tides as the lights intensity had dwindled to near nought, aside from the faint glow which had been reflected by the great phenomena in the sky. Even though the sun had fully abondoned him he would remain warm for in the very pit of his belly a heat radiated, his own spirit kindling him a feint warmth that would allow him to best the wails of a cold night. This warmth would be the aforementioned Ki that would grant upon him the will power required to brace the activities required to train the skill named "Shunpo", one of which would allow him to "warp" across the field at speeds so alien that the mundane eye stood no chance in countering.

He would stand and fall into a stance, his movement fluid as all that came from it had been a pop of his knees. His eyes were curtained shut, but his body fully awake and energized. He had submerged himself into a realm of combat, though the situation had been fuax the ace movements of his body had been real. Before him he visualized an opponent that he would lock arms within combat he had easily forced himself to believe was real, thus he would feel endangered and further prompting his body into growing and learning from the experience. The opponent he imagined would be cutting at his legs with a fine pointed blade, allowing him to build the agility whilst limbering his muscles further

[roko]

!!

With a lunge forward the battle had begun. A quick dodge to the side would grant him an obvious immunity to the attack whilst he concocted a strategy in the catacombs of his mind in order to quickly subdue the opponent who had chosen to take the shape of a peculiar person in his mind. Upon regaining his stance once dodging the barbaric strike, Momochi dropped to the ground, leg swiftly extending outward as he twisted his body to the left-- a drop kick! A groan escaped the mouth of his opponent whilst his frame descended onto the ground, but the 'stranger' was swift to break his fall, catching himself. With a sudden burst of energy he would propel himself from the ground with a cork screw motion, barreling into the chest of Momochi.

He was thrown back by the sheer momentum of the kick, being sent into the air, but it was little labor to regain control whilst flying and flip, landing his feet on the ground, his boots unearthed dirt, the chrome now stained by the earthen brown. He would dash forward in what, in his mind, seemed to be blinding speed, his clothing etched and thinned out for the light around them had trouble in perceiving his image any further. He would leap into the air, violently twisting his body in order to craft enormous amounts of momentum which would remain the driving force behind his next strike. As he neared at his speeds he would allow a powerful leg to rip lose, the material of his pants fighting against the air as it pushed through. The strike would land and his opponent would fall to the ground tattered, but that had not been the end of it. As soon as his feet were firmly planted on the ground he would drop, his elbow extended outward and held stiff. He would dive..

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He awoke from his daze, the last image of his mind a blur as he rethought the scenario, his legs worn slightly by the swift and brash movements done subconsciously-- it was a good warm up. The remainder of the afternoon would be spent stretching and doing simplistic leg workouts that would grant him the move ability he would desperately crave in an intense combat situation. But after a while he had grown tired of the same old and thus decided a change of course: he would swim.

he would discard his clothing upon finding a lake, diving right into the frigid water there after. He would yelp at the sudden intensity that his body would withstand, but his body would adjust to the icy waters. Taking a deep breath he would dive into the vast unknown, swimming swiftly as hazel eyes pierced through the darkness of the lake, scanning objects that he could recognize. It was a simple portrait to him, really: dirt, more dirt, and even more dirt. Though, out of nowhere the breath was knocked out of him as something had begun to put massive amounts of force on his side. He would kick up to try and escape, and luckily was able to roll over the scaly body of whatever creature had gone through with the intensity of the assault. He had been thrilled, but at the same curious as to what had occurred. Surely, this beast had to be somewhere close still, but as of now his curiosity had not been the least bit overwhelming. He would paddle to the edge, sitting with his legs submerged in the water as he would allow for the rest of him to fully dry off. After a while he would don his eccentric wears once more, and set off on another adventure. He would be back.


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[addy-hime ♥]

Roko: 20 EXP.