Neon Ocean -- [T]

[-kou]

Rain -- like a white noise, growing louder, was the only thing to be heard as the enigmatic world dissolved into a neon ocean. Here in the slums, where the lowly peasants dwelled, yet the highest rollers came to indulge themselves in sinful pleasures. Surely, this was a corrupt and deleterious place, yet this was the Kouten's permanent domicile. In his peripheral, gentle coruscating neon lights reflected off the accumulated pools of water below, emitting and eye pleasing illusion of color splashed waters - beautiful. It was odd, how one found pleasing things in a place such as this.

After his inner reflection had commenced, and the lights lost their pleasing luster, there was only one question to be answered - where to now? Was he to stay here, within the slums, or was he to move on to 'higher' places? There was much that a novice could do - missions, begin training, converse? So many questions, yet not enough answers. Was this place really that bad after all? Echelons protected the slums with a close eye on its people, no one so much as moved without the harbinger’s word.

Time -- just a little while longer he would wait here. There was no apparent reason to stay within this one place, yet something compelled him to. Just under the circumstance of something, anything! of happening. Something to lead him within his next steps, something to set his path. Maybe it was a futile attempt at random, maybe something or someone would come along though, it was impossible to foresee. Turning his chin up towards the drowning sky and elongated sigh would be let out.

"Anything?"

[-kou]

Barred from the element of water - at least for now. What a contradiction, a shinobi born within this land, yet not innate with its natural resources. Heritage seemed to discourage the use of this element, however, Kou knew other wise -- he strived to become an adept, to fit in with the society of all his counterparts. Rain still pelted the precipice of his vision, yet still paid little attention - merely he stared at the water splashed neon pools below his feet. Moving a hand towards his face he would brush his majestic ebony hair away from his brow, and finally dark cerulean eyes looked up at his other surrondings. People chattered on the overpopulated streets, steam rose from vents, and the pungent smell of the lowly lingered on the streets. This place was a shit-hole, yet this place was home. Kou only wished to make a difference, for the village, and for his people, yet that would be hard with little power.

Power - that was an interesting topic. What exactly was power? Its forms coming through several outlets, yet all were to be feared. It was no mystery of the Oyabun - that was a man with unconditional power. Respect was held for this man - no matter how he attained his powe, respect had to be given. That essence of power, that is what needed to be obtained, that was the power to sway a nation. Yet, to have power, one must grow strong, thus granting the ability to hold the positions of power.

Optics moved across the color stained water, and into the background, observing the people of the lowly town, some were good people and some were just crooks seeking a thrill. What man seeks pleasure in taking from another - in an oh so cowardly way. Who was the one who breed these beliefs with these criminals, at least they could have gone about it in an uncowardly manner. Usually, these bands would attack all at once, and single one only one person at a time - cowardly. Singling out the weak who have no means to protect themselves - cowardly. Taking what little those people have, even their bodies - unforgiveable.

Considering the acts he was thinking about, by chance, he saw a group follow exceedingly closer - tailing a young woman. A elongated sign came from the Uchiha's chest as he leapt down from his concrete stool. Slowly making his way behind the group - who was tailing the woman, it seemed that they had become the prey now. Casually walking, just merely blending in with the crowd as he tracked their steps, with hands tucked firmly in the brim of his BDU pants, and his ebony ninjato's hilt resting in the ball of his palm. A quirky tune came to mind and he began to whistle - it was strange how one could act so casual and so melachonly going into a battle. Was this not every shinobi though? We were all conditioned to die, Kou just only hoped to die by his rival's sword, but not these cowardly criminals, not today.

- Through My Own Eyes.

Whistles echoed as the group turned down the alley, it seemed as thought their attention was now attracted to the Uchiha who tailed them, instead of the woman who they tailed. Gleaming eyes turned, reflecting color of neon due to the coruscating lights all around them. The young woman screamed and turned, it was a shame, I did not even get the maiden for my good deeds, no matter at least I could spare the underground of a few less cowardly crooks. These cowards were no part of an organized crime group - this action would have been looked down upon, by anyone - no matter how lowly its harbingers were.

"Oh hello, was I interupting you liesurely time? On your way to have a big, gay orgy I see."

Comments like these could either be taken as a joke, with a grain of salt, or just to the point of being annoying as hell - this I was aware of and this I rather enjoyed. I gave a smirk to the group and stared one down who was front a center of the cowards. Oily blonde hair, crooked eyes and smile, he fit the description of being a total douche - in fact that is exactly what he was. Removing my hands from my pants I would lay one by my side and another on my ninjato's smooth ebony hilt pushing down upon it. As it moved up its smooth sheath gleamed like a starlight night with the neon ligts. I was waiting for them to flee, however, I doubted that this was going to be the circumstance - still I stared the leading man down waiting.

"Come at me, bro."

Training[D]

SPOILER: Click to show

Battojutsu (Art of the Drawing Sword)
Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Type: Defensive / Taijutsu / Kenjutsu
Range: 0 - 5 meters
Special: Allows the swordsman to deflect basic attacks of equal or lower rank, in conjunction with other, more advanced moves within the style.
Description: An offensive nature of fighting, all Battojutsu practitioners will tend to stand in looser patterns, letting their steel fly and attack at often irregular angles. Unlike its defensive counterpart, this form allows for quicker, more deliberate strikes, making it deadly in the hands of a true master.
Domain: Kenjutsu

[-kou]

Mere seconds before his retorts, laughter rose through the group -- it was one thing that really pissed the Uchiha off. Bottom lip protruding over his top, a frown would come across his face. Seeing how a genin battling a whole group would be amusing, however, Kou was NOT amused. Maybe it was arrogance on his part, and if it was he would be ashamed, or maybe it was just the ignorance of his opponents. They were all about to die. Rain continued to beat down upon the area -- pouring of skin and drenching clothes. Neon lights still shown off the surface of the collecting pools of water below. A battle would commence -- under the crying heavens and those neon lights. A rhythm could be heard in the background - audible to the Uchiha. Damn techno-heads. With the neon lights and steam rising from the alley it began to sound rather -- fitting.

"I think I will kill you now, even without using this."

Kou pulled down upon his bottom eyelid - revealing the Sharingan. A crimson eye reflecting all the colors of the neon lights. A crooked smile appeared on the face of the Uchiha. Stalking women? Really, it was time for these guys to get some real experience - to live a little, ironic. Gently sliding the ninjato from its hilt, it gleamed colors of orange, green, red, blue, yellow, purple, and various other colors not even given defintion. A smooth metal sound sang from the blade as it was drawn out - crying for blood, hungry even. Kou would let the jams, that were becoming clearer and clearer, serve as his metronome for all of his attacks, he figured it would make things a little more fun - just like dancing, except it was killing.

"Alright, let's go."

Notioning the group to come forward, Kou would take an agressive stance, with his ninjato positioned behind his body -- facing upwards concealed within one hand. His optics widened as the ebony ninjato flew outward from his body -- severing the hand of his first on-rushing attacker. So it had began. Few of them fled into the shadows - yet he doubted that this would be the last of them, and yet more were to come. It looked like a good night for some training. Neon lights and rain fell only faster as the battle was just about the pick up, it was time -- no more stalling.

Rushing foward his ninjato would drag against the color splashed water - distorting its vivid colors into ripples. With a sudden draw upwards on the blade a large stream of water would come forth - making his cowardly foes raise their arms to sheild their face. It was an mistake that would not go uncorrected. Taking the blade and drawing it across his foes body, then in the same fluid motion spinning the blade, like a pro, and stabbing a nearby foe under the arc of his arm - leaving his back turned towards the group, yet it was cool as hell, or so he thought.

Flinging the blade within his hand, making it cry as it cut through the air, perfect sanguine drops of blood began to roll off and reflect the coruscating neon lights. Now finally the would draw their weapons, thus their would be no more holding back. No mercy -- as there was none need be to these lowly criminals. Bastards. It was time for them to become the hunted. This fight was far from over, yet that was the best part. So much more fun to be had. Kou began to dance and sway with the sound of the music, and pointed a finger to himself as he spoke.

"Harder, better, faster, stronger."

Training[D]

SPOILER: Click to show

Battojutsu (Art of the Drawing Sword)
Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Type: Defensive / Taijutsu / Kenjutsu
Range: 0 - 5 meters
Special: Allows the swordsman to deflect basic attacks of equal or lower rank, in conjunction with other, more advanced moves within the style.
Description: An offensive nature of fighting, all Battojutsu practitioners will tend to stand in looser patterns, letting their steel fly and attack at often irregular angles. Unlike its defensive counterpart, this form allows for quicker, more deliberate strikes, making it deadly in the hands of a true master.
Domain: Kenjutsu

[-kou]

Lights began to flash even faster now -- even to the point where they became blinding, at least for his foes. Kou could see clearly, adrenaline coursed through his viens, infecting muscles and stimulating his brain, to a point where he could possibly cut a thin blade of grass in twain. Pupils were dilated within a deep dark blue iris - scanning his opponents every motion. Tints of scarlet mingled in the pools of colorful water below, only making it a much more beautiful sight. It was beginning to become a deep, beautiful essence of life and death. It seemed as if it were an old movie, as the film grain reflects off the screen the lonely wanderer faces down with his rivals. Cerulean eyes flashed up towards a foe, as a shunshin set Kou right under his being.

"Find heaven."

Now it seemed everything was black and white - just like an old thyme film collecting dust on a shelf. A flash upwards would reveal a dark gray splash from his foe's chest, as it hit with the water. The neon lights now flashed white against the color of the old film. Just like a desperado, Kou stood, a protector -- defender of the people. A hero? No, he could not be called such a illustrious title. He was only doing his duties -- accomplishing his moral deed for the day. A smile would come over his face, but there would be no intermission, there would be no 'lets all go to the lobby'. No, this was getting to good to stop here.

"It seems that this little town just ain't big enough for the both of us. So, it ends here."

What a cliche', at least he thought he heard this somewhere before, and thought it worked with his current situation. Flicking his sword toward the ground once more, dark beeds of blood dripped from its tip. There were still a good amount left, and more coming, he was assured; however, it would not make a difference, these thugs were just that - thugs. Nothing more than miscreants who killed to achieve their goals and desires. They served no purpose, other than causing problems for everyone who crossed them, at least until now. Kou began to target two more as they both tried to rush towards him. It was time.

Still as if in a black and white picture, Kou would stand his ground, not moving an inch. Fingers twitched around his ninjato as he began to count down until two. Finally, the number came around and a single side step was given -- as if he were motionless. A single quick flash, and his enemy kept on running by him. A split second later a diagnol, spinning, slash would be made at his second oncomer. Both now were past him, still running, they stopped and laughed, thinking that they had struck the Uchiha, thinking his life was over -- they were never so wrong.

Both fell to the ground -- deep black colors coming from their lifeless bodies. Their demise would be as painless as possible, a clean cut would assure that they would rest in peace, at least until their final judgement of the gods. Two more down, and unknown to go, it seemed like a good start. Thoughts filled the Uchiha's head -- did he pick a losing battle? Nah! A smile came across his face once more, and finally color returned to the scene. Neon lights still flickered within the background revealing a beatiful color splashed pool of water below them - contaminated with heathen blood. What a beautiful night to die.

"Who's next?"

Training[D]

SPOILER: Click to show

Battojutsu (Art of the Drawing Sword)
Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Type: Defensive / Taijutsu / Kenjutsu
Range: 0 - 5 meters
Special: Allows the swordsman to deflect basic attacks of equal or lower rank, in conjunction with other, more advanced moves within the style.
Description: An offensive nature of fighting, all Battojutsu practitioners will tend to stand in looser patterns, letting their steel fly and attack at often irregular angles. Unlike its defensive counterpart, this form allows for quicker, more deliberate strikes, making it deadly in the hands of a true master.
Domain: Kenjutsu

[DAVID BOWE]

You can train naturally to learn a technique or you can just type a story, train in general or whatever else and get exp from it to spend towards the shop. Looking at your post I’d say just take the exp as you’ll get more that way. In which case…

Thirty eight exp addition.