; fight club [p][m]

[chiatsuki]

name; fight club
rank; a
description; You ever seen four dozen slaves fight to the death in a dirty ring while old rich men bet on which will make it out first? Well you better get ready to because that’s where your going. We’ve known about the underground fight scene for awhile but never knew that it was mostly filled with slaves fighting against their will. You have no choice but to go undercover and break this ring up. Save the slaves and bring in every one of the head honcho’s, we can’t afford to miss anyone.
reward; 150 experience, 5,000 ryo
minimum shinobi; one
mission status; interminable

[/b] Surely these are not the greatest series of words to wake up to but it would set a reminder for the young Jounin – that the completion of the mission was always key. But why hadn’t the ANBU guards given you any information concerning your targets? Surely you would find this out all in time.

To your left and right the smell of musk rises into your nostrils from the amount of men, slaves, circling your figure. There is not much room in this caravan to move around – but you notice that even moving would deem difficult as the chains around your feet and legs bind you within your own corner. Small specs of light from the outside escape from small holes along the top of the caravan and gives little to no sight upon the faces of the men surrounding you. These holes would shift from a light bright yellow stream into a black hole of nothingness as the caravan reaches its destination within the grounds.

The door opens to your left and immediately you are taken up and thrown to the ground. As your body hits the floor it is immediately dragged back up by another. From what you can tell – this isn’t underground, yet. It is simply the infrastructure of the building holding the slaves captive underneath. It looks somewhat like the back room of a prestigious restaurant – where all the food and instruments of cooking are piled around except there is only one light dangling above you – and this one light is very dim. You are dragged to the side of what feels like a barrel where you are put at ease as they gather the other slaves who begin to pile up around you once more.

“Alright you dirty filfthy pieces of shit HERE’S the DEAL. You are no longer who you are. Your villages either sold you – or you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Either way – you’re going to make papa some money. Now – each of you will be assigned a number, wait in line for your number and you’ll be given a meal shortly after. . .” the man in metallic covering cooed forth with a voice of authority. His figure remains hidden due to the small shiver of light you have in order to see. As he exits the vicinity the other lights come on in a blazing manner making everyone cringe from the altered light. Three men in total come around with a black marker – tattooing numbers on the forearms of others. As they make it to you they tug at your arm not giving you a chance to pull back.

The numbers 0571 are painted upon your forearm. Afterwards you are dragged from your collar once more into another room where the smell of rotten flesh was evident. “What can I get ya..?” a hefty man in a black hairnet snorts out as he looks you up and down. A tray is placed in your hands – now its time to make your order.
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[☆ F ☆]

It was all a dream, each scene coming in and out like a two dimensional slide show. At times it made no sense, yet during others, everything was clear; was a I hallucinating...? Only when that invasive, inhuman stench invaded my nostrils by force and overpowered my senses was I assured of my miserable new reality - I had truly become one of them. Great. Then again, considering how shittiy I looked when I woke up, I don't consider this much of a step down. Har. Sarcasm in the face of certain death. At least I hadn't lost my sanity; or had I...?

First things first - chakra.

....kami, it fucking stinks in here.

Attempting to identify location from my imprisonment transport would be an exercised in futility considering the unaccountable time spent unconscious, so I'd invest my energies into a more worthy cause instead - ensuring I was ready for a fight. Unlike these other poor saps, whose lives were much sadder than whatever sick and twisted dossier my ANBU contacts had arranged for me, I actually knew what was coming. So while I was manhandled by all these muscular men, I focused instead on limbering up and ensuring my reserves were active. A simple test of charging my chakra would suffice - what would I find...?

"...!!! Uh...freshest...?"

My answer was nervous and abrupt, a sudden emission automatically discharged as a result of the query placed upon me during my "meditation". It was a trained instinct developed after years of practice with unfortunately talkative peers and family - amazing how such a useless skill came in handy. Pumped, I awaited my steak. Or slop. Hopefully steak...

[chiatsuki]

;fight club

[/b] A slab of wet taco meat is placed on your tray from the spoon that’d dropped as he replies to your comment. You are pushed along by a slave behind you – his name unyet known yet you two eye each others numbers upon your forearm as your eyes meet. “nice to meet ya, oh five seven one? My names thirteen twelve seven, I guess. . .” he says as puts his tray up to receive his ration. He is a black male with no hair – everyone seemingly dressed within the same attire – brown rags for clothes.

As he tells you this he seems to nudge towards you under his breathe. “but my real names akashi. . .” he finally stems out with a heaping great smile. From behind him an enlarged shadow approaches – knocking him onto the ground almost instantaneously after murmuring his own name. “Yer name is 13127 and don’t you forget it!” the figure bellowed forth in an agonized tone. Akashi stammers back to his feet after seeing his tray dropped upon the floor. He begins to eat at it feverishly as if he hadn’t eaten anything in a while. Sadly the floor were dribbled with hairs and balls of sweat that had amassed in giant pools – he must have been desperate.

You are pushed along the line from the hulky giant fellow – his face hidden within the shadows of the roof. “keep it moving..!” he yells out before turning around to pick up the man he’d just knocked down. As you progress down this line you are given a satchel of water and then redirected into a room where there are chairs and tables. Maybe you could find yourself a seat and enjoy a meal before being directed into the arena. If you look around you can see several guards pinned up on the wall talking to other guards – none of them seem of true importance.

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Stoic, cold and detached, I eyed the slop before me for a few seconds before the interruption began. Though my mental capabilities entertained other possibilities in terms of apprehending everyone responsible for this mess, a new thought invaded my psyche, pushing all previous notions aside - it had just occured to me that during these bouts, I could truly indulge in the demon within. I carved out from across my stony face an odd, twisted grin as the slop descended on my plate like excrement dribbling from an animal's derriere, thoughts of violence and pain appearing within the formations of grease atop the pot of meat stew.

"..."

Seeing 'Akashi' struck down so effortlessly made little impact on my exterior display, except when I turned away from the "gourmet" food and towards the downed slave; it seemed the guards had a tight watch here. Gotta remember that. It was settled then; for now, I'd simply play it cool. Akashi's act of desperation was my queue to move on, as I was no one to peer in and judge a man during a moment of stolen dignity. Instead, I shuffled across the dirty floor and towards the next room, as the large hand behind me kept "reminding" me to. As my back jerked with each rude tap, I'd make a mental note of ensuring I'd 'hand' the beast-man his own severed and bloodied appendage back to him later, after I beat him half-dead with it.

I wonder if they put anything in the food...

...I don't feel too bad myself. Maybe I'll nibble at this shit.

The food was god awful, but I was preoccupied with better things, such as nonchalantly observing the guards within, their armaments, possible exits, and finally, my potential opponents. Making a move so early in the game would be foolish. Rather, I'd let time determine my standing, and once the big dogs came out...? Well, then the fun would truly begin.

[chiatsuki]

;fight club

[/i] his spoon and soon after picked it up. Visions of him pouring something other than food into that spoon would sporadically fill the thoughts within your mind as a guard from your front comes to you. “zero five seven one – it’s now your time. Follow me..” he’d say pulling you up. . “and for Christ sakes stop sweating I’m sure you’ve been in a fight before..” he’d say before chuckling along walking towards another exit out of the meat hall – an exit you hadn’t noticed before until now. It was stationed at the cater-corner from your right where you’d been sitting – where the two guards had been standing nonchalantly. As you stammer to your feet you find it hard to truly see what it is going on.

Looking up will disorient your vision further – but if you look down you can follow the guards shadow into the next room where a caged door is slammed shut behind you. “okay, put these on and here’s your weapon..” he’d say before handing you a pair of pants and a rusted katana blade – much less effective than his own weapons. It would probably not do much damage unless you stabbed someone with it. As this disoriented vision settles within you another effect of trembling tinnitus settles within you as well as you take the clothing and weapon from the guard – you’d be lucky not to drop any of it at first touch. A feeling of euphoria covers you in a state of ecstasy and you have been drugged.

The door to your front has many square holes within it and as you peer through you study your opponent fairly well. He is a giant ogre-ly looking man with metallic armor and a giant sword as a weapon. He is at least twice the size of you in height and even more in width. “Alright, get in there !” the guard says to you before opening the door – the crowd roaring for your attenuation. As you step into the ring the doors are closed behind you – but your eyes still remain posted upon the ground because looking too high will cause your vision to become very blurry as if stricken with a hikari. Good luck warrior.

[/b] – Jack and the Beanstalk

The ogrely man looks to you with discontent – smiling and snarling as you stammer into the ring. He notices you are wobbling a bit but is so dumbfounded by his own stupor that he reluctantly rushes at you without warning. As he steps at a ten meter distance he stifles out a roar towards you with his sword high over his head attempting to smash it down upon your head. You have very little options – use the shadows as your vantage. [/ul][/ul]

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[☆ F ☆]

It took me a few bites before I noticed my predicament, but once the odd sensations began to wash over my body like waves and take me over did I acknowledge the possibility of what might have happened - that I had indeed been slipped something foul to eat. A million curses erupted from within my psyche as I had regretted not acting on my instinct, but as the effects grew worse and the serious perspiration began, I no longer cared about past frustrations. Now, I just needed to figure out how to stay alive.

Does someone know who I really am...?

...or did I just get unlucky!?

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My condition only worsened. I was handed shabby clothing and an even worse weapon, items I found hard to keep in hand given my condition. My knees, weak, trembled as I lifted each leg slowly, attempting to slip on these shabby pants. Though I nearly fell over four times, I finally found the end of my wardrobe malfunctioning. My vision was still distorted, but I found keeping my eyes low somehow made them alright - whomever poisoned me HAD to know who I was. Or they were a mind reader.

"How many timeouts do I get...?

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I emitted my joke in a serious tone, the dry delivery ensuring the humor would truly be solid - if appreciated. Regardless, at this point, I imagined things turning for the worse really wasn't fathomable. I was in the thick of it already. And from the rock I was pinned under that was this prison, I'd now be sent to quite the hard place - over ten feet of pure muscle and armor, to be exact. Though stupid, the beast was overwhelmingly strong. One hit would surely do me in. With my normal equipment, the fool would be ribbons within seconds; bare handed and undercover however, things would be slightly different.

As you step into the ring the doors are closed behind you – but your eyes still remain posted upon the ground because looking too high will cause your vision to become very blurry as if stricken with a hikari.

It would seem though I could not look completely up, I didn't have to look completely down either - a bit of leeway existed, enough for my eyes to catch sight of the ogres feet. Paired with the flickering shadows, I could attempt to perceive where he was moving and what he was doing, two ingredients vital for my Sharingan's predictive abilities. And so I did, twin crimson easily discerning the beasts's amateurish movement.

He notices you are wobbling a bit but is so dumbfounded by his own stupor that he reluctantly rushes at you without warning. As he steps at a ten meter distance he stifles out a roar towards you with his sword high over his head attempting to smash it down upon your head.

As I had barely come out of the gates I remained in place, letting his rush come to me. His linear approach and overhead strike was easy to read, and so, as he was but a few meters away, I became a blur and moved away, Sharingan leading the way of my Shunshin as I flickered around the beast-man. His feet, the shadow, his roar; all telltale. Though I could not hurt him at the moment, he certainly could.

If I can just get him to hurt himself enough...

I was looking for security at this moment, that is, at least until I could better understand my ailment. However, if an opening in his armor presented itself during my evasion, I'd let the rusty blade plunge. Otherwise, I was now 10 meters to his back, with the beast presumably lunging into the gate in which I entered.

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Shunshin no Jutsu (Body Flicker Technique)
Rank: D [1/20]
Type: Supplementary / Ninjutsu
Range: 0 - 10 meters
Chakra: Low
Special: Flickering is near-instantaneous forward movement, meaning the user will rush almost instantly to wherever they are facing as chakra pushes their legs to inhumane levels. The user can flicker once per thread, plus once more each time retrained. One cannot attack or perform techniques during Shunshin.
Description: Shunshin no Jutsu is a basic ninjutsu technique used across the shinobi world by all, ranging from the most basic shinobi to the legends of lore. Considered is a high-speed movement technique, it allows a ninja to move short to long distances at an almost untraceable speed - to an observer, it appears as if the user has teleported. Such a feat is accomplished by using chakra to temporarily vitalise the body and move at extreme speeds they would otherwise be unable to reproduce. In the end, the user will appear and disappear in an instant, allowing them to retreat or attack suddenly should they need it. To facilitate the movement the ninja will often use nearby elements such as mist, sand or leaves to mask their appearance or disappearance.
Domain: Shunshin - Universal Ninjutsu.

Shunshin-Kawasu (Shimmering Flicker)
Rank: B
Type: Passive / Ninjutsu
Range: Shunshin
Chakra: --
Special: Gives the user the option to side-step, curve, shimmy or even shimmer on a whim during a Shunshin, rather than remaining moving forward. Sidestep distance takes away from the Shunshin's total traveling distance.
Description: Although Shunshin is normally executed in a linear fashion, with enough training, the ninja can learn to limit their forward travel speed in exchange for a near-instantaneous sideways move. Useful when evading tricky attacks, or when wishing to confuse opponents.
Domain: Shunshin.



3rd Tomoe
Rank: A
Type: Doujutsu
Range: Eyesight
Chakra: Very High Medium
Special: Pierces Genjutsu (illusion control) and Taijutsu (movement prediction) 'A' rank and under. For avoiding incoming attacks, the Uchiha's speed and agility will greatly control whether they can move to avoid it.
Description: The final normal evolution to Sharingan, the third tomoe fits symmetrically with the rest by creating a perfect triangular existence around the pupil. An eye containing three tomoe will allow the ninja to see the image of an attacker’s next move from the slightest muscle tension in their body, in the form of a quickly processed mental premonition. This prevents wasteful movement and allows the Uchiha to conserve much needed chakra in battle. It allows them to synchronize their movement to strike at an area moments before their opponent is even in that spot, essentially allowing them to strike out and hit their opponent before they're even there. Best of all, three tomoe also grants the Uchiha the ability to cast unique genjutsu and incur deep hypnosis after locking eyes with an enemy. This can be used to cause their opponent to do an attack of the Uchiha's choosing, or simply to force them to endure endless torture.

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[☆ F ☆]

The readjustment to reality took a few minutes longer than I anticipated, but once I noted my vision's improvement, I would have no qualms about the replenishing time, as long as that thing didn't get any ideas in the process; judging by its current predicament however, it seemed I was safe of any momentary violence. I spat to the side as I measured out the ten meters between us, cursing silently at my inability to find an opening during the pass; then again, given my battered vision, perhaps I should be a bit more grateful...? My face turned sour; I never liked it when I was conflicted within.

He's big, and that's a problem for me, but...

...he's also big, and that's also a problem for him. Hah.

And big he was, muscles unnaturally sized sustaining an old set of armor strong and large enough to hold up against an army of one hundred men. But even with all that, the giant was not completely covered, as the armor was simply that, and nothing more; had it been full bodied, perhaps the routes towards victory would slim down dramatically. But there was no time to think about that, for as the giant unwedged his weapon from the ground, it'd only be a matter of time before I found myself with my back against the wall. Time to think...

“...you ok over there, big fellah!?”

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Sharingan III

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[Axcel]

+38 exp faust