A Fistful of Dollars.

[Estilo]

IIC: 2 days
Tagged: Tsukikage
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The Totsuki courtyard. A place of supervised hostility located in the western district of Kumogakure, a neighborhood overshadowed by the mountains nearby. This place has a reputation for housing warriors and their respective temples of prayer and creed. And on every second and fourth Saturday of the month, the combatants of the village hidden in cloud gather at this square- a public ring tiled with colored stones, forming the decoration that shapes the visage of the horned Hachibi. Today, those gathered at the Totsuki courtyard surround the seventy by seventy meter arena in multitudes- the big fight between an Airontoku swordsman and a Hozuki spear user coming to a close and causing them to holler with the excitement. Savage howls and cheers, audible to those in neighborhoods beyond. Among them, the Raikage silently observes in the throng.

Now, if one were to ask why the newly appointed village leader was observing a tournament of such notoriety they would be hard-pressed to find a clear answer. After days of paperwork, and the revision of regulations and precepts, Atlas Burabiya found himself muddleheaded and without a sense of direction. As he had expected, the wave of duties and responsibilities that came with accepting the Raikage moniker had swept him up and away. And as much as he swam against the current of obligations and assignments bestowed upon him by delegates and council members, the half-masked male knew he needed to be grounded down in order to take his stand and take charge of Kumogakure once and for all.

Here at this tournament, a social gathering passed on through word of mouth and eventually reaching said Raikage's ears, Atlas sought to gain some sense of why he was here and why he had taken the job. His world had been flipped upside down. No longer was he just another Chuunin in the masses, living out his daily life with often trivial situations and experiences. He was a key political figure and representative for the time being- and perhaps he would be for the rest of his life. But like anything, this took some getting used to. Mentally, he was all over the place, unsure what he wanted, where he wanted to go, what he wanted to do. He lost himself, stuck in a limbo between his previous persona and the one he viewed as the future Niidaime Raikage. Drawn to this public tournament, the Akegarasu hoped he would gain a sense of who he used to be through the thrill of combat, and the power of his people as a whole.

The congregation of people behind him jumped and hollered, a reckless fandom of the fight. Finding himself impatient, waiting for the eureka moment he started to believe would never come, the half-masked Akegarasu set upon turning around and walking off- away from the courtyard, through the big cheering crowd behind him and onto the streets of western Kumogakure. Upon turning around, however, he unfortunately stepped on someone's foot. A woman? Immediately he would express regret, a smile paired up beside an apologetic green eye- the other hidden behind the cover of his white masquerade mask.

"Oh shii- I'm sorry, I'm quite the clumsy fool."

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[tsukikage]

IIC: 2 days
Tagged: Tsukikage
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The Totsuki courtyard.

It was a well known part of the city, mainly due to the over joyous conditions of the ruffian styled tournament that happened every once in a while. The perfect chance for both Warrior, and Mercenary alike to come together for agile combat, and engaged forces. Sharp winds from the high cliffs, and drastic chances of weather in the area made it a real test of "manhood", and often resulting in injury but the chance to gain a sense of honor, or the pursuit of proven skill. Sometimes even money, if you did it right. Bets were far from not being common, and sometimes people lost, and could not pay. The outcome was far from enjoyable.

The young woman had made her way from the high-land cliffs nearby, and held her honor in her hands, as she wished to prove her might in the arena. It was a chance to truly test her skill with others of the same level, and at the same time. She wanted to improve, and watch the others to see what changes could be performed to enhance her own style. Then it happened, a young man had just stepped onto her unprotected sandal foot. The whiskered wheat of it, cracked, and splattered at the base of her foot, it did give her a chance to realize that she had not repaired or changed her shoes in a while, and then a jolting pain stabbed into the back of her head. Her big toe had been stepped on, and stubbed. Painful, to even the most dedicated, and pain-vary person.

In a flicker of movement, she brought her foot up to her knee, and began to hop on her right foot. Her body hoping slightly, before falling back against the wall, a bit of blood dripping from the edge of the nail, and painful stabbing jolts repeatedly entering her mind. It wasn't painful, it just stung quite badly, and kept throbbing. Each passing moment, it kept getting worse then eased down, before regaining full condition. "WHAT THE HELL!" she shouted out, just before she heard the man actually speak, her voice was shutdown, and shot into nothing but a passing moment, while her head moved up to face the man that might have drastically reduced her chance of winning in the arena. A man, that might have just made her lose a sense of honor.

Then when his words fully flooded her ears, she understood that he was in fact, sorry for what he had done. Not many people around those parts actually did that, and most told the other to watch what they were doing. The cold, and cobbled wall pressing to her back while she dropped her foot back down in a tasking motion, it still stinging slightly, but it would soon pass. Her body weight leaning fully against the wall just behind her, she kept her eyes focused on the young man. "Its fine, just watch your step next time? Alright?" she brushed her hands against the cold exterior of the wall behind her, several shocking colors appearing on it, and several designs to indicate the architect.

Her warm, and graced hair brushing against her exposed face. Her strong lips, bitten down with her upper-teeth as a show of pain, but yet. It seemed like the best thing to do at the moment, to control the throbbing for a moment or so. "So why are you out here? You in the matches?" she asked with curious tone, her eyes never leaving him. It was a sign of respect, towards what could be another warrior of the code.

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[Estilo]

Notes: applesauce.
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He was told to watch his step next time, and he replied with a curt but polite nod. How embarrassing- stepping on the foot of a young lady! Looking down at the injury, he grimaced at the sight of blood. Shit, it looked bad... and painful. His emerald green gaze turned back up to the tastefully dressed female, gauging her with his eyes. Hopefully she didn't hold much ill intent towards the Akegarasu- it was only an accident, after all. At any rate, the tone in her voice as she continued to speak suggested she was not. Never one to pass up a conversation with a potentially enlightening stranger, Atlas responded with his trademark smile and smooth timbre.

"No, no- I'm not participating. I'm just a sightseer- a fan, you could say. These fights get pretty heated, don't they?" The roar of the crowd around them made it difficult to make himself heard, but he managed. It was all a matter of raising one's volume without the misconception that one was yelling or shouting to the other. His next question was formed after he had gotten a good luck at the woman, carefully noting her formal kimono and choice of footwear. She looked like a practitioner of Bushido, he got that vibe, but he couldn't be sure until she told him. The interested tone in his voice heightening, and his smile never wavering, he continued. "How about you? A contender, or viewer? If I had to guess, I'd say the former- based on your lovely attire."

Behind him, the clash of spear and sword continued. It was a primal racket, as old as civilization itself. Within the half-masked male, a spark flared. The thrill of combat, the heat of battle, the desire for that exhilaration. He had not felt such a thing since the Chuunin Exams- he longed to feel it again, to gain some sort of footing during this troublesome series of events he had recently been put through. Perhaps, if possible, he could sign himself up as a contender. Would the people even recognize him as the Raikage? He guessed not, as he had only just barely been inaugurated by the council themselves. As Raikage, however, he would seek to harm no one.

Turning over his shoulder for a brief moment, he saw that the Hozuki and Airontoku were nearing the end of their match. A broken spear was strewn about carelessly on the arena floor, the Airontoku's sword knocked away too far for the lad to reach it safely. In a minute or two, through hand-to-hand combat most likely, the brawl would be over. Having seen gatherings like this during his time in the war- mates and soldiers in battle roughhousing with each other in daily competitions and small tournaments- Atlas was aware that they tended to end quickly when the fists started flying. Unlike the books and movies that suggested dramatic brawls, these things had a reputation of being hard, sloppy and fast. He turned back to the woman, his full attention on her. Just who was she, anyway?

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[tsukikage]

IIC: 2 days
Tagged: Tsukikage
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The Totsuki courtyard.

"So, your not into fighting? I happen to be ready to enter the match myself. I need to sharpen my skill actually, though. I doubt many of them will give me the match I want." her voice stood strong, and filled with a sense of pride in her talents. It was certain, that she understood the risk, but needed that factor to really enjoy what the match could hold for her. She wasn't truly understanding of her own talents, but kept herself strong in emotion. She kept focusing on the moments ahead of this time, and wanted to fully understand the truth of them. With her back still strong to the wall, she used the palms of her hands. Her warm, but tan, and pale located skin pushing against the cold, and newly-repaired wall. In order to push herself off the wall, with a bit of momentum.

Standing firmly back up, into her correct position. She gave the man one more, quick, and precise look over. Each moment of watching him, forced her mind to think of several different possibilities. He looked aged, but not by years, more like experience, and he seemed strong, but not physically. He was something, that you could call. Inner Strength, it became clearer, and clearer to her each moment she observed his standing. It was possible, he could be a fighter, or at least a Ex-Shinobi. It making her chuckle for a few moments, as she reached her hand down to the hilt of her weapon, and pressed down onto it. The blade, and casing on her hip pushing up behind her, and sliding very closely towards the cold wall. The warm, white, and gold sheath scratching, and whisking past the brick.

"I'm Haya, and you are?" she asked the man with strong, curious, and focused tone. She wanted to understand, would be as kind to apologize, let alone talk to her after crushing her toe. Her hair, swaying back with her movement, and brushing against the wall for only a moment or so. Enough time, for her free hand to move back to the edge of her face, and brush the straight, and silky hair line behind her ear. As she performed her action, several cheering men from the path to the brutal, and rough matches began to cheer. Several, of the viewers started to hoot, and shout towards the two men in the middle of the ring, now assaulting each other bare-handed, and straining themselves every moment. It was a enjoyable sight, and still nothing more then blood-sport in the eyes of some.

Turning her attention away, she began to move towards the ring, her left leg limping slightly due to the stepping. It didn't hurt much, just a painful walk. Luckily she held no strain for it, she did not need to move for her to compete. Starting to pass by several others, wearing unusual but ripped, and rugged clothing. Obviously fighters, or simple thugs. Their hair nothing more then a mess, and if the young man kept watching her. Her hand would slowly lift from the crowd, and her fingers waving at him to follow.

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[Estilo]

Notes: fightfightfight.
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Haya. When she had asked who he was, in succession of revealing her own name, the half-masked male would briefly reply. "Atlas." His warm smile was only rivaled by the kindness in his exposed eye, his face framed by dark brunette hair- as to almost be dark red in color. "Pleasure meeting you, lass." His eyes gazed over at the katana strapped on her person. Oh, what a shame. He had left his own katana at home, having been content with the bowie knife strapped to his right forearm as he left his apartment. Upon further visual inspection of the bladed weapon, as Haya straightened and prepared to walk off, the green-eyed Raikage came to admire the gold sheath- and the sense of style that came with the beautiful blade.

Immediately, he surmised she was an experienced sword user. Her attire, her posture, her attitude- that look in her eyes. Furthermore, this also suggested she was privy to taijutsu- but did not discount the fact that she might also be a ninjutsu or genjutsu user. He kept these factors in mind, his interest fueled by the fun that came with meeting a new person. Perhaps she was one of his ninja? One of Kumogakure's ninja. He was determined to find out. To see her strength, and perhaps even to test it. That persona that had been cooped up within his being suddenly started to emerge. The Electric Hot Barbeque, his combative self. He could feel the potential oozing from her like sap oozing from a tree. But what was that potential going to be used for? What could it be used for?

Haya's dainty hand sprouted from the crowd and waved at him to follow. She'd gone quite a distance while Atlas daydreamed, deep into the throng of roaring fans, towards the edge of the ring. Unsure what she was getting on to, Atlas followed nonetheless. His smile widened a few inches as he did so, returning to that exhilarating sensation. When he reached her position, he watched as the match between the Airontoku and the Hozuki was coming to a final close. The former threw a punch, the latter literally turned into jelly. After the Airontoku stumbled through the gelatinous being, the Hozuki would reform and kick his opponent in the arse- a swift defeat. As iron hard as the Airontoku's skin was, he hit the tiled floor face-first, hitting his jaw and fainting into unconsciousness.

Atlas knew what would come next- the announcer and composer of this event, calling out on a loudspeaker for two new contenders. The Hozuki walked off the arena, an arrogant smirk plastered across his shark-like face. "Pfft." Atlas grinned. "That was one hell of a finish, hm?" He'd remark, directing his comment to Haya, who stood close-by. "But that pride of his is going to bite him in the ass later." He continued, talking about the winning contender, of course. But now, he wondered. What players would participate in the next round?

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[tsukikage]

IIC: 2 days
Tagged: Tsukikage
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The Totsuki courtyard.

Rushing through the crowd, hand firmly planted on the edge of her hilt. It was a dangerous place, and one needed to be certain, that they were ready for a fight. After moments of enjoyable walking, she reached the edge with the other man. They had missed some of it, but arrived in time to enjoy the ending of the match. The young man turned to ooze, and slipped right past the brutal offense of the other. A cleaver trick, and a useful trait to carry in this kind of world. Surprisingly after the matches of the day, the large stone arena lacked any real prologues of blood, and damage. It stood strong, and firm in place. It was a testament of the building style of her home village.

"Hm, nice trick. Would you like to step in with me? I could use a warm up." she asked the young man with a firm voice, her hand squeezing down on the base of the hilt, and slowly moving it forward, and out of the case but not by far. She wanted to step in, and give it a try, and the young man seemed more then able to give her a good match. However, she did not wait on the man to answer, as soon as the announcer of the matches began to speak. She raised her hand to address him, she called herself into the next round, and simply waited for a opponent to answer her call. The crowd starting to cheer, and shout for blood to be exposed to the air, money to be made, and people to lose or even worse.

In a few flickering movements, she pressed her foot against the warm, metallic railing before throwing herself over the edge, and into the pit of the area. She was ready for combat, and sure she could hold her own. As she rushed over the edge, her body dragged into the air, and came to a slow stop just moments before her feet, and sandals would connect the ground. Her large cape, flickering, and fluttering like a feather to the wind. With seconds, her feet connected to the ground, and generated a soft, and whispered thud sound.

Her hair whipped into the air, and her body forced to the ground by sheer momentum. She landed firmly into a kneeing position, and held her weapon no longer attached to her waist, but in her right hand, and her left hand firmly placed onto the hilt. Already in a unusual stance, the base of her feet pushing the dirt up, and onto her black clothed feet. Her weapon softly touching the ground, like a kiss from a mother to son, the blade only barely drawn from the case.

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[Estilo]

Notes: fightfightfight!
Track: Foxy Lady - Jimi Hendrix
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"I'd be delighted."

This was his response as he followed his new acquaintance into the arena at the whoops and demands of the crowd behind them. A victorious smirk appeared on the announcer's weasel-like face when he saw the two enter the Hachibi arena. That must have been easy for him- he probably got paid for each match he successfully arranged, too. Nonchalantly, Atlas became the center of attention with his new friend Haya- positioning himself in the center of the ring, twenty meters across from the bladed woman. A tingle went up his spine. A warm and electrifying feeling. Yes! He was getting back into the groove of things now. He was returning to that persona.

He was a thousand high voltage boxes all at once, a smile reminiscent to that of a great white shark spreading across the excited features on his face. He was the fizz in the contents of a bottle of soda, the pressure tempting him to explode at any moment. He was the wasabi on a plate of Makizushi sushi, ready to deliver a kick to any unsuspecting individual who didn't expect much. He was Kumogakure and its combatants all in one, a fighter, a strategist, a Raikage. But most of all, he was Atlas Burabiya- who he used to be, who he longed to be once more. Lover of the thrill, lover of the laughter and guardian of the weak. Yukiko Fuyumori's protective older brother, Asashio Uchiha's Chuunin counterpart, Areru Sansutsomu's mentor and friend. He was all these things, and he was ready.

With the crowd demanding they start, all that was left for the two to do was commence. The green-eyed Akegarasu didn't say a word, simply gazed over at Haya- his jocular smile constant and unwavering. His posture was balanced, his back straight, his arms by his sides, and his white-gloved hands gently drumming the side of his thighs with fingers. The impressive din of the masses surrounding them soon became nothing more than white noise to the warrior. He'd garnered all the feeling he could get from the power, and now he would direct his objective towards utilizing that power to his advantage- to dominate the battlefield. All that remained now, with the racket from the crowd mute in his mind, was the sound of breathing. The soft autumn breeze that swept through Kumogakure.

Standing there, he felt an eloquent peace come over him, overshadowed by that war-faring attitude of his. An electric demon lurking in the shadows. Shadows? Or were they really... crows? He decided, since Haya had been the first to enter the Hachibi arena, that he would allow her to start the hopefully non-lethal match. The moment she moved, however, he would go into action as well. This was no time for hesitations, and at the same time, he was not worried about losing. He worried much more about not having fun! Whether he lost or not, enjoying this sensation- enjoying this life- was what mattered most. It was time to begin, this deadly dance of combat.

"Come at me, Haya! Let's give'em one hell of a show!"

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[tsukikage]

IIC: 2 days
Tagged: Tsukikage
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The Totsuki courtyard.

"Echoing steps, and thunderous tones. Beckon, the call of the blades withdrawal..I am Tsukikage Haya, Gai...May, honor shine this day."

Her voice stood strong, but yet changed in tone. The normal pride, and skillful speaking now with wise, and unnerving tone. In what appeared as momentary movement, her hand whisked from the edge of her hilt, and pulled back to the side of her cloth clothing. A quickened moving item, was drawn from the depths of her large, and overly sized sleeves. A simple, scythe styled weapon. The blade made of basic iron, and the handle of whiskered wood. It was slightly curved at the tip for various uses. As she pulled back with her hand, intention to throw it, a small line of ribbon dangled with that of a small spherical object. In only moments, her hand was pulled forward by the raw muscle of her arm, the scythe sent launching out at the man. The movement rapid, and spinning in a varying angle. The idea, was to hide the secondary item that was just thrown behind at the same time.

As it went forward in the air, the young woman moved her hands back directly in front of her chest. Fingers locked into a connecting pose, and then brought apart several times to form the common hand-seals for a very viable academic technique. Then, boom! The spherical object erupted, into a massive blinding flash. That would soon, if not stopped. Take over the arena for a split moment, all the time that was needed for her to complete the rapid assorted seals. It was all in the planning, as she finished the connective line. Her body, flickered, and blurred into various colors. Her body completely vanishing for only a moment, the Kama now replacing her body, and her body in the location of the previous item.

As soon as she appeared forth, she took to the right, and rushed around in a circular manner. Her hand sliding back into her shadow stained, and perfectly fitting outfit. As she moved, in perfect unison. Her hand had reached the goal, and tossed out the following scythe in the blinding notion, the timing must be matched, and it was a crucial point. This one was aimed low to the ground, in a attempt to make him airborne. If it worked, and he could see the attack. It would play out for her later.

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Kawarimi no Jutsu (Body Replacement Technique)
Rank: E
Type: Supplementary / Ninjutsu
Range: 0 - 5 meters
Chakra: Very Low
Special: Switch is near-instantaneous. Kawarimi can only be used once per thread, plus one more each time retrained. However, the technique itself can only be used once per turn, regardless of retraining. Requires the user to switch with objects equal or smaller in size; cannot switch with other living people or animals.
Description: This jutsu lets the user quickly switch places with another nearby object, such as a plant (normally a section of a log), an animal, the moment an attack hits. This creates an optical illusion, making the enemy think the attack was successful. The user can then use this confusion to escape or launch a counter-attack - i.e. exploding tags can be attached to the replacement for an added surprise.
Domain: Academy Ninjutsu.

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Kama x 2
Rank: C
Type: Secondary / Ranged + Melee
Special: 1 per pack
Description: A "kama" is a Japanese sickle used as a weapon. It has a short handle and a sharp beak that inflicts more damage than a kunai or shuriken but is considerably slower through the air.
Cost: 500 per pack

Hikari (Light Bomb) x 1
Rank: C
Type: Tool / Area of Effect
Range: 0 - 10 meters
Special: 1 per pack
Description: Flash Bombs are supplementary explodables used mainly for diversions, creating a blinding light when they detonate that spreads quickly across a small area. Flash Bombs come in many shapes and sizes depending by region; some may look like small spheres wrapped in paper or, more conventionally, as cylindrical canisters.
Cost: 500 per Pack

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[Estilo]

Notes: bababa-dun-bababa-dun! foxxxxy!
Track: Foxy Lady - Jimi Hendrix
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As stated before, the moment Atlas saw Haya move, he propelled himself into action as well. Standing there long enough to see her withdraw what appeared to be a kama, then throw it towards him in a flash, the Akegarasu reacted on the whim of his reckless instinct. The kama, relatively slower than a kunai, would eventually cross the twenty meter gap established by Atlas' chosen position when he had arrived. But it would not reach him in time to do any damage. His intense passion for the fight guided his way now, and would not take any of Haya's moves laying down. In order to close the distance that stood between him and the lass, and then appear behind her without ever giving away his location, the half-masked male would execute a pair of Shunshin-Kawasu (Shimmering Flicker).

The curved nature of the Shunshin-Kawasu propelled him forwards in an instantaneous blur, but away from the flight path of the kama that had been thrown. And Haya? Haya would have never known that he'd even performed the flicker and actually disappeared, as the green-eyed male had left an illusionary copy of himself behind. A mirage only detectable to those who practiced chakra-sensing abilities- the Shunshin-Sousuru (Flickering Image). She would proceed with her offensive attacks as normally, failing to notice that he had in fact vanished from his previous starting point- all thanks to the Sousuru. Due to the instant timing of these body flicker techniques, his actions up to now had taken less than a second, and by the time he had finished his second and last Shunshin-Kawasu- curving around Haya and winding up behind her in a blur- Atlas heard something explode in the background behind him.

The setting in front of him flickered with light when the flash bomb detonated behind the Akegarasu. She had thrown a flash bomb as well? It had caught him by surprise, but thankfully he had managed to avoid that and the kama thrown- all thanks to his desire to flank the woman from behind and catch her off guard. He turned when the flash died out, turned to see Haya poof away and appear near his previous position- taking the place of her thrown kama, and her kama taking her place in return. They had basically switched positions, the two of them still at a twenty meter distance from each other- only this time Haya had her back turned to him, attacking his illusionary copy with yet another scythed kama.

She'd acted quickly, just as he had done, but apparently not quick enough. In a matter of one or two seconds, the half-masked male issued the three hand seals needed to activate his Kirigakure no Jutsu (Hidden Mist Technique). In immediate succession to the execution of his hand seals, a thick mist dropped down on the battlefield, covering an area of fifty meters. Too bad, so sad for the audience- at the very least, the ones who hadn't been blinded by the flash bomb. The mist was as thick as they came, and both Haya and Atlas were deep in it. Question was- who could navigate this shroud better? Immediately after his mist had been created and formed through the use of his hand seals, Atlas continued on with another string of seals- his experience as a Chuunin and ninjutsu primary helping him with the endeavor of speed and accuracy. He'd prepped a technique

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Today, the Lion of Combat would devour.

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2¹²-- Body Flicker Meter

¹_________ jutsu prepped; PM'ed LAZ.

Shunshin-Kawasu (Shimmering Flicker)
Rank: B
Type: Passive / Ninjutsu / High-Speed Movement
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.

Shunshin-Sousuru (Flickering Image)
Rank: B
Type: Passive / Ninjutsu / High-Speed Movement
Range: Shunshin/Self
Chakra: --
Special: One image may be produced per Shunshin, plus one more each time this jutsu is retrained.
Description: Nearing their Shunshin mastery, the user has nearly mastered all the aspects behind the high-speed movement. Not only can they now move about freely at such impressive speeds with little restrictions, but they are now able to move so fast that copies of themselves are left behind, perfectly resembling their master for a brief moment in order to provide confusion for the enemy. Only chakra sensing methods will be able to discern the faux presentation, but everything moves so fast the opponent is often left without time to react, turning them quickly into a victim.
Domain: Shunshin.

Kirigakure no Jutsu (Hidden Mist Technique)
Rank: D, D, D, D, D
Type: Supplementary / Suiton Ninjutsu
Range: 0 -10 meters
Chakra: Low
Special: Fills a large, 10 meter area with mist as long as the user keep the technique flowing. Each time retrained, area of mist expands by 10 more meters. Mist blocks out all doujutsu requiring clear visibility.
Description: Though very basic, the Hidden Mist Technique allows for the stealthier side of combat to rule. After forming a few simple handseals, the user causes the area surrounding their target to be covered in fog. The low visibility allows the ninja to silently and secretly assassinate their target, as they can move unseen, and if careful, unheard.
Domain: Suiton.

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[tsukikage]

IIC: 2 days
Tagged: Tsukikage
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The Totsuki courtyard.

MIST?! Her mind was shot to blank, as a quick coverage of it flooded the area shortly after what appeared to be a fail attempt of a sneak attack. H-h-h-he MOVED! If it wasn't for that momentary transference of physical matter, the switch. He would have had her from her blind spot, he was quick, and needed to be taken seriously despite what she believed. "Mind..like stone, and body like ROCK!" her voice boomed into her head, forcing her body to react accordingly. So she couldn't see, she had to act on her last true sense for the matter, noise. If he were to make enough of it, she could still defend, and maybe even strike at the target.

Slowly her hand moved back to her side, hand firmly placed on the end of the square styled hilt of her weapon. Fingers barely touching it, and blade firmly held into her other hand. Her mind starting to slow, and her breathing bellowing out to a calm sense. Her eyes, slowly closing to the moment, and her ears locking into the mist. Every muscle of her body eased, and her blood began to slow. She was finally in the moment of complete peace, taking nothing more then the foundational stance of her style. The Iaijutsu Technique...

As she gripped, and focused her body. Her knee slowly began to bend, and mend to her will. Her foot silently sliding out to complete the form, in eventual action. She was doing nothing...but listening to the sounds.

OOC Note: That Body like Stone thing, was mentally thought, not actually said.

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[Estilo]

Notes: Tell me if I overstepped any boundaries!
Track: Brickhouse - The Commodores
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The mist completely surrounded them, a thick pea soup devouring all clear eye sight and shielding the two combatants from the view of their audience. Strangely enough, silence overtook the entire arena. Even the hundreds of people surrounding them had shut up, the tension so thick in the air one could cut it with a fork. It reminded Atlas of a film he'd seen, one about a haunted mist, no less. The B-class actors who participated in that film, standing in the mist with none of their wits about them, obviously sitting ducks for whatever monster hid in the fog. He smiled at the thought of that horrible movie, holding the hand seal of his previously prepped technique. Having allowed that brief moment to be spent in his thoughts, the half-masked male delved back into the action.

It was time to execute his finisher, it was time to feed the Lion. He focused his eyes, and when he connected with the power within, the world was clear once more. Thanks to his extensive training with the techniques of the Kagura, the Akegarasu no longer needed to form hand seals to activate his Kagura Shingan (Kagura Mind's Eye). He would extend his range outward until he spotted the bluish-white hue of Haya's chakra- finding her at the range he had expected to find her, a total of twenty meters out

[/b]. So she hadn't moved after all. In fact, it looked like she was purposefully standing still, positioning herself into a prepared stance.

Oh, deary.

He sighed within his mind, mentally shaking his head. Tightening the held hand seal he had issued before, Atlas put into motion what he had started. Chakra surged through him, electric chakra. This next move would happen in an instant, she would be stricken before she even knew what hit her. But the Raikage made sure the electricity he put into this endeavor was non-lethal- enough to knock her unconscious and incapacitate her, but not enough to seriously injure or even kill the lass. It was one of his favorite combos, and he always liked to go all out with it, but at the same time he was concerned for Haya and her well-being after the match. To his eyes only, a bright red sphere appeared- his targeting system teamed up with his Mind's Eye. Fluidly, he'd mark Haya down with the target, taking into account the twenty meter distance between them- then without warning, he unleashed it. The Ikadzuchi no Kiba (Lightning Bolt Fang)[/b]. This had all taken less than a few seconds, fluid and quick actions.

With Haya in its center, the Lightning Bolt Fang dominated an impressive radius of forty meters- unleashed appropriately, since Atlas himself was only twenty meters away from Haya. What separated him from the cruelty of the abrupt lightning storm was a mere two meters, something he had specifically taken into account when he had marked his target. What a fool he'd look like if he'd been caught in his own trap! Caught within the forty meter radius of the Lightning Bolt Fang- which had struck suddenly from the sky above, Haya would surely be found unconscious after the storm subsided. And when she awoke, she'd find a held out hand. The Raikage's gloved hand, offering to help her up. She'd won his favor, he wanted to talk. But currently, the roar of the crowd around them was too loud!

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Kagura Shingan (Kagura Mind's Eye)
Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Type: Supplementary / Sensory Ninjutsu
Range: 0 - 50 meters
Chakra: Low - Mid
Special: When first learned, the Sensor can extend their Mind's Eye up to 10 meters in any direction. Each new rank extends the range by 10 more meters, for a maximum of 50 meters. Upon learing the 'S' ranked version, the user will no longer have to close their eyes nor form handseals to activate.
Description: Kagura Shingan is an advanced Sensory Ninjutsu technique used by all sensors, and serves as the root to the entire sensory tree. After a series of handseals, the sensor closes their eyes and uses their inate ability to detect chakra in order to determine the location of their opponent by the faintest of chakra trails, as well as discerning the size of an approaching unseen force, and even their chakra capacity.
Domain: Sensors

Karai Shin (Lightning Wrath's Reach)
Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Type: Supplementary / Raiton Ninjutsu
Range: 0 - 50 meters
Chakra: Low - Massive
Special: Allows the user the ability to create, control and move Raiton (Thunder) chakra of their own for multiple purposes, as well as control that produced by nature. Strength of thunder and distance at which one can control it depends on the highest rank known.

D: 10 meters
C: 20 meters
B: 30 meters
A: 40 meters
S: 50 meters

Description: Though powerful, Raiton can become uncontrollable even in the hands of the experienced, forcing its users to focus first on controlling their power in small areas, and then, over time, expanding. As one's experience with thunder and its control grows, so does the range at which they can become deadly with it.
Domain: Raiton.

Ikadzuchi no Kiba (Lightning Bolt Fang)
Rank: B
Type: Offensive / Raiton Ninjutsu
Range: See special!
Chakra: High
Special: Distance the user can cast the sphere and diameter of the lightning plume striking area depends on the user's highest 'Karai Shin' range. Storm lasts 1 turn, plus 1 more each time retrained, for a maximum of 5 turns.
Description: Universally known yet still very dangerous, the Lightning Bolt Fang is an ‘area of effect/attack’ technique; essentially, once the user finishes the required seals, to their eyes only, a sphere appears before them, along the ground wherever they choose to target. With the target selected, a storm quickly falls onto that area, several levels of intense lightning sent to wash over and shock all organic material within range. The storm is even so intense that the lightning plumes last for the whole turn. The closer one is towards the central stream of lightning, the more damage they shall suffer.
Domain: Raiton. Karai Shin 'B'.

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[tsukikage]

IIC: 2 days
Tagged: Tsukikage
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The Totsuki courtyard.

The mist stood firm for a few more moments, as the man unknown to her had started to prepare something. Though, unclear of what it was, and with no ability to tell. She stood there, and waited. Her weapon draw to her hand, and case held close with the other. Only able to relay on sound in this dense environment. Then it happened. A thunderous eruption, and then nothing but blinding darkness, and driven blindness. She hit the ground hard, and with a thud. Her blade smacking against the hard, cold flooring of the arena, and forced to crackle, and snap against the weight of the drop before sliding away from her body.

Hindered in smoke, and soft red wounds. She had been taken down by the surprise, and hidden technique of the other. Able to do nothing, but lay there till the moment she returned to her senses. Time went by slowly, and soon it came back to her after sitting in the mist for a few more moments. A single flare of light hitting her eyes, as she snapped back to attention, and opened her eyes finally since he had closed them a while ago. In front of her was the same young-man, with his hand extended towards. She had dishonored herself by losing like that, and simply smirked at the man for a moment, and then pushed her hands against the ground before getting up with her own accord.

Pride-broken, and drive smashed. She moved back towards her blade, that was now smoking, and shaking due to the previous attack. With a single kneeing position, she recovered the weapon before sliding it back into the area of original tie-down. Preferring to keep it-safe then her own-self if she could. "Well, you won. I lost, I'll be leaving now. I need to train, in order to beat this short condition." her voice was shaken a bit, before she turned to leave. Walking towards the exit, unless stopped.

OOC NOTE: This is not leaving fully, one word, and she will stop to speak.

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[Trigga]

Espada! 60
Lei! 60

[Estilo]

Notes: !!!
Track: Waltz for Zizi- The Seatbelts
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Because Time never stands still. . .

The mist had cleared by the time Haya had woken up into consciousness, her form caught between the gaping jaws of the tiled Hachibi beneath her. The crowd had seen the lightning storm descend from the sky above, and to see the result now made them reckless with delight and cheer. It was like being in the center of a gladiatorial stadium, the auditory explosion that came from the masses capable of being felt throughout one's body. When Atlas had held out his hand in a helpful gesture, Haya had responded with a smirk, rising to her feet on her own. He gauged the expression on her face, watched with interest as she walked off to retrieve her sizzling blade. He understood what she might be feeling now- he had felt it himself before- but most of all he wanted her to hear what he had to say.

After tying the katana back on her person, the swordswoman explained her reason for leaving, and began to walk off. Immediately, the Akegarasu followed her in tow, no longer disturbed by the intense roar of the encircling throng. "Hey, wait!" He'd call, extending a single gloved hand to accentuate his point. He had to talk slightly loud, audibly clear, to make himself heard. A few steps were taken in long strides until he reached Haya, stopping a few meters away from her before continuing. "I want to talk to you, I have a proposal." He said, the seriousness in his eyes obvious, the tone in his voice assertive. "If you're willing to go with me, we can talk it over a cup of tea or something. You up for that?"

Should she accept his suggestion, he imagined the two would leave the Hachibi arena together- off to find a tea shop in this chilly and overshadowed district. The announcer positioned himself in the arena once more, the tiles beneath his feet smoking lightly with the electricity that had hit them only moments before. And as they walked off, the presenter would beckon the participation of two new combatants, the crowd still revved up for some more action. All in all, the Akegarasu liked this place. He planned on returning two Saturday's later- but to spectate or participate, he didn't know. Would all of Kumogakure know him as the Raikage then? Only time would tell, and he had all the patience in the world.
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Within minutes, the two had delved deep into the neighborhood housing the Hachibi arena. They entered a somewhat busy street- the entire block lined with food and drink establishments, gift shops and a few apartment complexes. Spotting a tea house at the corner, but also realizing the presence of a juice bar, coffee place and a "bar and grill", Atlas was a little wary about where to hold their meeting. He was, after all, craving a good drink, but didn't know what sort of preferences the lass standing beside him had. "Well," He started. "Pick your poison. I'll treat." He smiled.

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[tsukikage]

IIC: 2 days
Tagged: Tsukikage
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The Totsuki courtyard.

Her motion to leave, was cut short once the man followed her again, and began to speak. "Proposal?" was all that she really heard from the man before turning back around to face him, her locked eyes connecting to his while she continued her walk backwards. Forcing her body to sway slightly to the movement, and her hair whisking in the wind during the turn. She had, become curious about what he wanted. If he came out with the wrong thing, despite what had happened. She would ensure his demise. If he wanted to ask, something perverted or worse. It might turn out even worse for the man then death, but she was sure. He wasn't that kind of idiot.

The moment, he asked to go grab tea or another source of "sociable" situations, it became clear that it might be business related. She didn't even mention a word, nothing more the favorable whisk of her hand to signal, that he had caught her attention. Then, as the two started to walk from the large, and now tarnished region of the Arena. The goal was to move into the, restaurant district of the small, and poor-lined area. To her surprise, as she entered the first wave of various restaurants, and bar like buildings. They seemed well into the money-making type. Nicely built, and uniquely decorated to the style of the place.

A smart, and enjoyable view. As she continued to move down the lines of various places, her eyes locked onto a large, and rustic looking building. It was large, and at-least held two or more stories. Outside of it, was a large golden fish statue, and the doors embraced with frizzled wood. It looked aged, but still finely tuned to the time, and was made nearly entirely by Bamboo, and Oak wood. A perfect structure, and a even better eating establishment. "Here" her voice finally bloomed, as she directed the man towards the building.

Moving towards it, she would push against the saloon-styled doors, and move into the large building. Several tables, and mats placed along the entire length of the west, and east walls. The middle was nothing but large booths, and grills. Once more, leading the young-man to the side of the wall just directly behind the entrance, she would sit down onto a plush red, and white firmed mat, and lean against the wall. Waiting for him to take a seat.

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