We Who Are About To Die [m]

[Testament]

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name; lone warrior
rank; d
description; A single bandit captured from a raiding party. Nothing more then your sword and shield barbarian. It’s been confirmed he doesn’t know any jutsu and will more then likely try to strike you down with his blade with wild swings and superior conditioning.
reward; 25 experience, 500 ryo
minimum shinobi; one
mission status; interminable

A muffled cry swept through the crowd as the first combatant made his way out onto the sandy battlefield. The young Genin, decked out in his regal blues, carried himself with the appropriate air as he made mental notes of the surroundings. His opponent was being given the final check and being outfitted with his weapons and equipment. A less experienced fighter might have been occupied with thoughts of his origins or how he came to be a prisoner but Satsui's mind was focused on the events about to unfold before the multitudes. If he had any thoughts other than the execution of his duties it would be thoughts of gratitude for this opportunity to hone his skills. Given, he was going up against a man who stood little chance of besting him in open combat but Satsui was determined to beat the man at his own game.

"No need to delay any longer." he shouted, "Let's do the damn thing."

The crowd fell silent as the bandit made his appearance in the ancient coliseum. Leather greaves on his arms and legs and a solid, black tunic completed his apparel. His bare feet allowed the sand to sift freely between his open toes as he stepped into the light, the iron gates clanging shut behind him. The curvature of his blade could be likened unto a scimitar but the size was closer to a claymore and the tightly wrapped hilt could have easily accommodated four of Satsui's hand lengths one atop the other. His shield was a three inch plate of wood, circular in design, and covered on one side by a thin sheet of metal. The sneer he wore communicated the fact that he knew his freedom was only barred by a lad who held no significant experience in the way of the sword. Satsui found his confidence both amusing and sickening at the same time.

Both fighters made their way to the center of the field; waves of titillating excitement washed over the crowd and long a unified clap was echoing though out the masses. Satsui looked up into the man's eyes and tried to gauge his fighting spirit by the amount of bloodlust that was returned. The older man peered down with his best intimidating glare and was almost greeted with a laugh. How his opponent had ever managed to make it so long in the life of a marauder was a mystery that Satsui's blade would soon unravel. He turned his head to the side, making no attempt to keep his opponent in view, and expectorated into the sand in a blatant show of disrespect. The shuffle of feet, the desperately maddened cry, and the changing of the shadows upon the ground telegraphed an overhand, over-arcing stroke. Satsui pivoted, using as little motion as possible to place himself on the outer edge of the sword's range before drawing his own blade and, in one deft motion, easily deflected the huge weapon away.

"Tell me that wasn't your best."

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In the hopes of regaining some of his tarnished pride, the swordsmen lashed out wildly with his shield with enough force to break Satsui's neck. And though he poured his entire being into the strike it wouldn't even come close to impacting its target as his movements were still too austentacious to catch the young Genin unaware. Satsui bent at the knees and allowed the shield to pass well overheard and placed his sword directly parallel. With a slight alteration in the position of his hand the blade it held would be moved precisely into the path of the man's hand, and his blood was freed to fall upon the earth. A minor wound to the webbing of the hand between the thumb and forefinger would still be enough to hinder the man's ability to grip his shield tightly. Satsui followed suit as his opponent took a half step back and once again Satsui spit to the side, but this time his eyes were locked onto his opponent as he issued his unspoken challenge.

"Is this how much your freedom is worth? What were you promised for throwing the bout?"

His taunting served its purpose by further enraging the irate bandit. But instead of rushing forward as expected the man's entire demeanor changed and he suddenly became overwhelmingly calm. A tranquil look flooded his features and he calmly approached Satsui with one hand tightly gripping his sword, held peaceablt at his side. The Kumo Genin held no fear or apprehension for the slow moving swordsman and he stood his ground, even as the man reduced the space between them to less than five feet. Satsui prepared himself for another obvious, forward assault; his expectation was a sloppy thrust and decided he would dash away just before the moment of impact and then come surging forward with a spectacular counter attack. His train of thought was derailed when the man began to drop to one knee and then a strange flash followed.

[Testament]

The strike wasn't overly quick nor was it beyond Satsui's ability to decipher. He saw the blade coming and yet in a single moment he knew he would be unable to dodge it. Chakra began to instinctually saturate his facial tissue, the percieved targeted zone, in preparation for a defensive technique normally too desperate to be considered. The heavy steel bit into his nose and gouged a wound approximatelt half an inch deep and four inches across. Whatever speed he'd attempted to muster for the dodging manuever finally came and, when added to the momentum of the strike, it spun Satsui around as he dropped to one knee. The bandit began his own taunting at that point, though it was directed more toward the audience, as he witnessed blood spurting from Satsui's downcast face and into the sand.

"My apologies little one, I only wanted to shatter your feeble, adolescant notion that my blade couldn't reach you. The wound is a bit more severe than I had anticipated. I wonder if you'll need a note to excuse you from junior ninja school?"

Many in the crowd had risen, due to the dramatic turnabout, and now everyone stood so that they could lean in and perhaps catch the young man's response.

"The only thing juvenile in this equation are your skills and sense of humor," Satsui said as he brought his face up to reveal no wound at all, "I'm crying tears of blood over here because of how much you suck ass, old geezer. I'll bet you're trying to rouse my temper because you just used your trump card and need some time to recouperate. But, I'm gonna keep my head so I can let these people watch you lose yours."

The In'yu Shômetsu had already taken effect and totally healed Satsui's injury leaving a perplexed scowl on the face of the bandit. His momentary serenity all but evaporated, the bandit assumed the same stance as before but the tables had been turned. It was now Satsui who stood calm and collected, he squared his shoulders whilst bringing his sword around to cover his center. The flash came and the sword streaked through the air but prior knowledge gave Satsui the ability to drop below the strike. It whizzed through the space above him and even managed to shave off a few milimeters of his raven, black hair but that was of no consequence to him. His body was prepared, having been coiled up much like a waiting viper, and Satsui's arm flickered for an instant and released a torrent of warm spray into the air and upon the sand. With one stroke the bandit's neck would be cleaved asunder and it would tip backwards to hang off from only one tuft of flesh and skin.

"Someone should have told you not to try the same thing twice asshole. And speaking of that, . . . ."

The crowd gasped in amazement and chagrin just before bursting into raucous laughter as Satsui took a deuce over the face of his dying enemy. He sheathed his sword and then threw his hands into the air, commanding the roaring applause of every man, woman and child in the arena. With that done, he moved off toward the gates which would lead to the area below where he could rejoice in his victory.

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In'yu Shōmetsu (Yin Healing Wound Destruction)
Rank: B
Type: Defensive / Medical Ninjutsu
Range: Self
Chakra: Low - Massive
Special: By anticipating damage, the user is capable of filling an area with healing chakra before taking a hit. Therefore, when the strike does occur, healing is already occurring before damage is taken. This allows for almost instant-healing of wounds. The larger and more complex the wound is, however, the more chakra is needed to heal it. User employs highest 'Shosen' rank in order to heal.
Description: Filling an area with Shosen-style chakra before taking damage, the user is capable of anticipating an assault and thus 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.

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Iaijutsu (Art of Mental Presence)
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: A defensive nature of fighting, all Iaijutsu practitioners will tend to stand in closed positions, leaving little openings and making sure to make the least amount of wasted movement possible so as to remain solid like a rock. Once the swordsman has understood the basics of fortification, they move on to more complex defensive patterns.
Domain: Kenjutsu.

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