Initial Confrontation [T][Open to all 1v1]

[Chae]

Atop the edge of an grand tower a lone shinobi sat as a silhouette figure under the moons waving brilliance. The radiant night had given Ayu the shelter to gander around the limitless opportunities that the vast village of Kumogakure no Sato had given. His legs senselessly hung from the edges, swinging back in for like a child in a cocoon of ignorant bliss. Indeed he was a child, but one far from being ignorant, but perhaps, just a little to naive. But one could have argued, even as a trained assassin, a shinobi, a child is still prone to swim in the cesspools of naivety, yet with time, experience, and care, its flames can be extinguished..

Though Ayu had always been the epitome of this, of being naively optimistic, always delving his mind into the positive polarities of the world and people. Ayumu's mind clocked in some hours of long hard labor as his thoughts began to take form. "I haven't gotten anything done all day...uugh everyone else is so busy today. I need to go practice at least, yes, but it seems pointless sometimes, I think its cuz my sharingan hat-" The sound of Ayumu's famishing stomach roared across the sky as he gentle began to rub it as if it was a distressed child. "Yeah yeah I hear yah, just gimme some time to train and i'll feed yah hehe!" After patting his stomach he scooted off the buildings apex, falling headfirst towards the ground.

The winds harmlessly cut against his face as he closed his eyes to take in its pleasantness before flipping about and planting his already-in motion-feet against the vertical wall with a small charge of chakra. He ran with impressive speeds, the very speeds that complimented his superiority in taijutsu with ease. His short hair and bangs whipped to the back of his head, arms suspended behind. his back as if they were aimless noodles. Approaching ground level his gait of speed lessened at will as he jumped outwardly to land in a maestro crouch, filling the air with epicness.

He began walking the streets, heading for his favorite training ground, and with a few steps, corners, an back alleys, Ayumu found his destination. It was a small open field (100x100 meters), a perfect area for solo and partner training. "Well guess I'll get started" Wasting no time at all Ayumu began shadow boxing, his body duck, weaved, dodged, and even counter attacked as if he'd been fighting a real opponent.

[Dagron Hoshigake]

[glow=red,2,300]The prospect of training had always been a forethought until now. Always lingering on the edges of Satsui's mind while missions were placed in his path. A constant block between missions and brothers skewing his desire this way and that before he even got to swing a single punch. But Gin was away fussing at the attendant in the Raikage's Tower for the absence of the Raikage meant no immediate reward for their mission. Kyobona had pulled a fade several hours after returning to the village. Neither brothers or missions were in the way to satisfy the passion for practical training.

On the field, against the moon, Satsui appeared as demon incarnate. Crimson hair swayed skyward ethereally, carried by a light air into the radiant beams of moonlight that served to illuminate the most obscured details. Sharp glacial blue eyes narrowed beneath the fiery sway of his hair. He had crossed his arms over his chest since arriving, showing off the bulk and definition of his muscles. No words escaped his lips. It was clear what he had come for by the way he stood.[/glow]

( COME @ ME BRO )

[Chae]

OOC: I think it'll be safe to say we are roughly 10 meters apart since it was never stated

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The raging battle between Ayumu and a combat savvy shadow had soon been short lived, ending as quickly as it came the shadow faded away from mental view at the brief sense of a new approach. The nigh silent footfalls and the dissevered chakra that encircled him, it was all heard, felt and heeded by careful senses. With haste Ayu spun upon the balls of his heels, coming to face the looming figure with a timorous gaze. "Who is that?!" Ayumu's cognitions gave lift as his mind was hard at work, trying to understand the nature of this man, who he was, and what his intentions were, he didn't seem like the ideal type of person Ayumu was expecting to fight.

Who was this man? What was his purpose? Why was he here? These were questions that manifested within Ayumu's mind, question he refused to answer so openly as they could prove to be fatal without knowing the man before him further. "W-who are y-you?!" His words stammered as if his thoughts had been unable to gather and properly initiate themselves, but was this really the case? No, anyone with a function pair of eyes could see this, it was fear, primordial fear. This figure, this dark, magisterial figure, was something that Ayumu had never witnessed before, why would he have, he was just a ninja fresh out of the academy. Fresh Meat as some would say.

"I'm G-guessing you want to spar huh?"

Without any sort of warn or sign to foreshadow its silvery blue existence, a crackle of lightly struck the atmosphere with a vengeful taint. Kumogakure for a second illuminated as it was gently placed under a sheet of split second light. But, it was at that moment that the man before would notice (possibly) the Uchiha clan crest upon the forefronts of the boys shirt.

[Dagron Hoshigake]

Swift, precise, and without hesitation, Satsui's actions produced the desired answer to Ayumu's last question. A single footfall met the ground as the thunderclap rumbled through the village, as if the two somehow coincided. A light twist of his left foot and his arms rose into position, locking him into a confined, tight stance that boasted an open middle guarded by a carefully tucked lift arm and tight fist. His right arm rose and bent, thumb folded into his palm which was set between the Uchiha and himself. It did not matter what clan the boy represented. Nor did it matter what innate abilities dwelled within him. Satsui's wrath would be felt just as surely as it would with any other.

An aura of almost perceivable murderous intent permeated the air around Satsui. A powerful glare that battered the senses set against Ayumu's fear filled gaze. Without fear or perceptible discomfort, Satsui appeared as though he had prepared for this fight. Any fight. For the whole of his entire life.

".. Come."

The words came a deep, bassy baritone, laced with venom.

[Chae]

Antecedent to a heavy swallow and swig, Ayumu took a stance. His left arm bent at a 90 angle as it alighted itself with his neck and upper chest, his arm of right bent inward at his waist, hiding his fist, a hidden spear, behind the side of his waist. His feet slid apart roughly at shoulder length before his left pushed forward about a foot or so. Swallowing the influence of fear that accompanied this man before him, Ayumu's legs came to a bend, a bend that forewarned his movement but not his attack. An small platform of wind exploded from his starting point, uprooting minuscule particles of both dirt and blades of grass.

His once fearful eyes underwent a form a transcendency as they grew determined and motivated, but had the boy really flushed the fear from within? No, such a task was impossible, he could only embrace it, welcome it, and accept it, but by that time the fear would have acted as his friend and not a lingering enemy. But even in the sight of fear and possible death, Ayumu acted as the very statuesque representation of calm.

Get Ready hehe!"

Houston, we have lift-off. A combat driven smile launched itself across the boy's face as he closed the meager distance by five meters, a plan of attack was in order. His right arm uplifted and cocked, clearly giving away his direction of attack, yet, the direction would prove false should Ayumu's opponent had fallen for it. Instead his punch would launch forward and faltered towards the ground as the momentum carried his torso downwardly. In that same instance his heels uplifted as well in an arc whilst planting him palms within the skin of mother earth. He used the momentum to drive his heel (left foot) into the man's chest.

[Dagron Hoshigake]

What life once flickered behind those eyes faded into a cold blue. Colder than any winter steel as they narrowed and calculated and planned. Silence was only broken by Ayumu's change of stance and inevitably the rush forward that would place him within the most dangerous part of the spectrum. Satsui was not a "fair" fighter. He never conformed to the warrior ideals or some ill-conceived notion that rules existed during engagement. He was strictly utilitarian in all that he did in the name of combat. It's one trait that made this power, shadowy warrior a formiddable, if not lethal opponent.

As Ayumu tore forth with the facade of confidence and readiness, Satsui was far into his strategy. One that disregarded the actions of the opponent as long as they fell within range or were incapable of deviating from the path they had taken. The open palm hand rose while Ayumu labored to close the distance in an ephemeral moment, fingers coiling around the old and battered hilt of the katana he always had belted on his back, over his right shoulder. Such trivial details in the dark usually were left over looked and with Ayumu is such a rush to strike, Satsui saw his chance in an instant.

Like liquid silver illuminated by the pallid rays of the moon the blade came to life in a mere instant. Fell and menacing as it whistled through the air with such grace and speed, descending from an over the shoulder position while powerful legs pushed off the ground to move Satsui to the forward-right, if only to escape his opponent's first move while he drew the sword down toward Ayumi. Though from draw to cut a sinister power had surfaced in contrast to the graceful appearance, invisible to the naked eye, it crawled across the blade's surface like a snake lining the edge. The blade would have never reached the Uchiha on its own and would appear as though a stylized draw and been made instead of the sharp edge of chakra that lashed out as the blade's extension toward him.

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Hien (Flying Swallow)
Rank: B
Type: Offensive / Taijutsu
Range: 0 - 5 meters
Special: Chakra blade cannot extend further than half what the total weapon measures.
Description: By unconsciously feeding their chakra into any bladed weapon, the user will manage to extend the length of the weapon by providing an extra extension of invisible chakra. This creation will yield an extremely sharp edge that functions like the normal blade itself. By seeing only the user's bladed weaponry, the opponent may miss the Hien and misjudge how far they need to move to avoid an incoming strike. As a result, even if they manage to avoid the metal portion of the blade, the chakra portion may cut into them as well.
Domain: Universal Taijutsu.

[Chae]

The sensation of a body beneath Ayumu's heel remained absent as his opponent manged to take refuge to Ayumu's left. Ayumu hardly noticed the blade that had not been present just moments ago, let alone its famishing attack. The swords fangs would dig deep, deeper than any fang, however, what it dug into had not been what it hungered for. It seemed to hunger for Ayumu's flesh, yet, it would only taste earth as Ayumu used the arcing momentum of his descending kick in correlation to pushing his planted hands against the earth allowing him to spring to his feet 2 meters (6ft) away. He landed in a athletic crouch to catch sight of his opponents gaze.

H-hey did you just use a s-sword...are you crazy I could have died!?"

His tone was young and heavy, it maintained a hidden sense of fear as well, why wouldn't it, had it not been for his taijutsu prowess there was a chance he would have not been here at the moment. "Fine you wanna play rough...I can too!" His mind was at work as he spoke to himself within the safety of his own mind. With both hands he reached to equip himself with a shuriken that bore an ivory tail only to have placed it within his mouth before his hands clapped together, twisting and turning as they formed perfect seals.

"I can play rough as well!"

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1 tech prepped
shuriken 1/5
E.Note 1/10

[Dagron Hoshigake]

The night air stirred Satsui's crimson hair as he rose and became laxed, chilling the sweat that began to form over his brow. Never before had he bothered to use Hien. A technique that spent more chakra than he had anticipated. The drain was so subtle that Satsui stopped in his tracks to notice it. He raised his free hand and glanced at it, fingers flexing, questioning if it had been a thing of the imagination or truly a dip in his strength only he could feel.

"What.. What the hell?"

His grip on the sword tightened, blue eyes full of wonder and confusion. Truly he had used similar techniques in draining before. They were practical and took no more effort than needed to complete. This ominous power was something else. Something on a larger scale that he wouldn't use lightly again. His gaze returned to his prepared opponent his grip becoming a thing of concentration that energy flowed freely, unconsciously controlled through his arm and the katana.

[Chae]

"What...What the hell"

That was it, that was the only response that Ayumu deserved after having nearly be killed?! What rudeness. Ayumu himself gave no response the mans mumbled words, barely making them out as his mind swam within the pool of thoughts that incessantly plagued him. Ayu soon palmed himself with his fist knife upon his right hand as his legs uplifted to bring him to a perfect stand. With the shruiken lodged in his mouth and the white tail aimlessly lingering off of its end, he'd be a walking bomb should he decide to ignite it kamakazi-style, however, such had not been the case. Instead Ayu's reflexive free hand rose up and grabbed the shuriken from his mouth and sent it across the short expanse of land as a silver blur under the moons liquid rays.

It had been aimed for his opponent's left shoulder, and should he have dodged, its trajectory would have carried it 3 meters behind him before faltering into the ground and igniting in a corrosive explosion.

[Dagron Hoshigake]

"Enough.." Satsui dipped and flickered forward with an almost untraceable speed. The projectile just passed over his shoulder to fall and thrust into the ground where it'd lay harmless to the ninja. As he reappeared his feet dug into the terrain to prevent himself from sliding too far, then charged Sorrow with a flurry of thrusts and slashes with the katana. with such wild swinging it was unlikely anyone would get killed, but the lethality was still there since it came from behind.

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i haz used it

[Chae]

Where? When? How? with no movement forewarning the movement Ayumu's opponent was in his face, unleashing a incessant volley of text book attacks from quick slashes to thrust and jabs. Ayu, instinctively, went to dodge, however, no matter how much he tried to evade he got cut, costing him blood. He perhaps dodged one or two, maybe even a couple with his fist knife, but those blocked strikes had several other friends who demanded to claim ownership of Ayumu's young flesh. Trickles of blood lavished the earthen soils as they fell aimlessly from all over Ayu, his opponents blade exceeded the threshold of his perception, shattering what powerful defenses Ayumu believed he so narrowly managed to keep.

With each cut, he received his body swelled with pain and boiled in a steaming pile of fear..."W-who is this guy!" His heart thumped with the weight of the world, feeling as if it would have fallen through his chest at that very moment. Yet something happened, something inexplicable, something unfathomable, well at least in Ayumu's eyes. The gait of his opponent's attack speed seemed to significantly diminish or had was his reaction time just before greater, he could tell, he didn't have time to. With open arms he accepted whatever phenomenon that had taken place, "W-what am I doing? I'm suddenly able to dodge his attacks?!"

Little did he know his own purplish blue hues were no more, far from present, instead they swapped presence with crimson optics. Within fractions of a second he found an opening in his opponents wild attacks, and in instant he was physically absent, yet a image of his former self remained. Flickering roughly 6 meters behind his opponent he took what few seconds he earned to assess the situation at hand, but his efforts were fruitless for his cognitive process was under great stress.

Small geyers of red paint flowed from his wounds, they were small wounds, but what they lacked in size they compensated for in numbers. As he breathed heavily he was prepared for the second round and should he still have been overwhelmed he'd have no other choice but to retread.

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Shunshin no Jutsu (Body Flicker Technique)
Rank: D, D,
Type: Supplementary / Ninjutsu
Range: 0 - 10 meters
Special: Flickering is forward-moving, meaning the user will rush almost instantly to wherever they are facing. The user can flicker once per thread, plus once more each time retrained.
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-Sousuru (Flickering Image)
Rank: B
Type: Supplementary / Ninjutsu
Range: Shunshin/Self
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.

[Dagron Hoshigake]

The moment was ephemeral. A lapsing reprieve from the vicious bite of the sword. Its edge dripping sanguine fluids, marring a once flawless, albeit aged surface. With a sublte flick of the steel, the edge was relieved of its reddened facade and returned to its haven within the scabbard on Satsui's back. His cold gaze lightened and his shoulders became lax despite the tension that lingered in the air. It was such a fast paced battle that he almost lost sight of why he had followed through with the challenge. It all fell on the crest the youth donned.

It was common knowledge what the Uchiha were, what they were capable of, and what they had accomplished. What little more knowledge could be gained told of their innate battle prowess. A kind of preternatural advantage that most were born with. It was an optical mutation, Satsui thought, that allowed them their abilities. But Ayumu did not have those kind of eyes mere moments ago. Flushing that latent power out had become the purpose of Satsui's barbaric assault. What better to challenge his true power with than an awakened Uchiha?

His right fist collided with his open left palm, fingers coiling over the tight leather-clad extremity. A soothing calm replaced the murderous aura that had existed previously, tossed away on a whim. Ayumu was convinced that Satsui wanted more than just a friendly tussle. So much so that even his body reacted on a subconscious level to prematurely activate a lesser Sharingan. Or perhaps that was exactly what provoked it in most young Uchiha. Satsui knew only what little Gin could scavenge or what Kyobona had learned off the byways of Kumogakure.

"Is this all the proud Uchiha clan can offer? Are here to be beaten by some no-name shinobi?"

A grin curved Satsui's lips as he antagonized Ayumu. Another text-book tactic that often than not worked on the rash and headstrong, sometimes breaking down the most level headed warriors to make the first swing.

[Chae]

Ayumu's flickering shunshin proved effective as it appeared that his maneuver was successful in causing some confusion and distraction within his opponent's mind. That had to have been the case, for, Ayumu felt no impending actions or threats in the split seconds to pass. Luckily for Ayumu his dormant ocular prowess allowed him to snuff out the brief opening in his opponents fusillade of attacks. "T-this vision...its so..clear!" Brooding upon the discovery of his ocular powers within the safety of his own mind his eyes crimson irises fleeted, jumping around the concavities of his eyes as if they were rubber balls.

His mind and eye surveyed everything, absorbing all indispensable details that fell victim to his visual influence. The swaying blades of grass, his opponents fist as it aggressively coiled within his respective hand, it all came to him as it soon was sub-consciously imbibed by his mind.

His face was bleeding, bruised, and slightly numb, but he was lucky to have moved when he did for Ayumu would have suffered far much more damage then he could've imagined. "I've got to stay focused, this guy is serious, so I'll have to be serious as well."

"Is this all the proud Uchiha clan can offer? Are here to be beaten by some no-name shinobi?"

Something happened, something inside Ayumu snapped for his visage soon contorted into what one could only described as deep-seated anger. "No this is far from it...don't worry, I'll try and not disappoint you." Devoid of hesitation and fear Ayu sunk to the earthen floor as he removed the black leg warmers from his shins and released the weights that had been wrapped around them. In an instant his sanguine gaze uplifted, meeting with Satsui's own with angered confidence, not hate.

He dug his feet deep into the earth as he took off, leaving an explosion of wind and excavations of earth in his wake. With his speed doubled he took off with heavy, fluent speeds and quickly closed the distance between him and his opponent.

Ayu soon placed himself within striking range, stepping forward with near flash speeds aiming to drive his fist into Satsui's stomach, yet, the attack itself never came. It was an afterimage that was placed at Satsui's forefronts. Ayumu himself was already behind his opponent reading to drive his feet into his back with a fierce drop kick.

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1st Tomoe
Rank: C
Type: Doujutsu
Range: Eyesight
Special: Pierces Genjutsu (illusion sensing) and Taijutsu (movement reading) 'C' 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 very first form of the Sharingan, once its true powers are unlocked. With only one tomoe, the eye itself is still very immature and lacking in any of its real powers, but it can nonetheless excell much more than any normal human eye can in battle. At this stage, the Uchiha begins to see the truth behind illusions, as well as gain a brief understanding of whatever movements are coming at them.

Training Weights
Rank: C
Type: Accessory / Self
Special: 'C' ranked version is for Tai Tertiaries; 'B' for Tai Secondaries; finally, 'A' ranked version is for Taijutsu Primaries. When worn, all leg related Taijutsu is improved by the equivalent weight rank. When removed, a large speed boost is gained, equal to double the user's normal speed, and lasts for as many turns as the user had the weights equipped for. Can only be removed for a boost once per thread.
Description: Though an old fashioned training method, taijutsu specialists use these extremely heavy weights to increase their speed and movement. These weights are usually worn under the warmers on the user's lower legs. When removed, the user gains a great increase in their speed and mobility. The weights are marked with the kanji for "guts".
Cost: 1,000 // 5,000 // 10,000 (prices per sets of 2 weights!)


Rank: D, D,
Type: Supplementary / Ninjutsu
Range: 0 - 10 meters
Special: Flickering is forward-moving, meaning the user will rush almost instantly to wherever they are facing. The user can flicker once per thread, plus once more each time retrained.
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-Sousuru (Flickering Image)
Rank: B
Type: Supplementary / Ninjutsu
Range: Shunshin/Self
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.

[Dagron Hoshigake]

A moment of awe replaced Satsui's arrogant grin with gawk of disbelief. Having allowed the young Uchiha a moment to rest would become a decision bearing much remorse. Even as he struggled to strike at the afterimage before him it became obvious everything would have been futile in that moment. Ayumu had been holding back, bound down by self-inflicted burdens while Satsui danced around freely. Perhaps had the Uchiha been this fast from the start, Satsui would have had a chance to counter something so obvious.

The kick came ferocious and powerful, driving Satsui into the ground with a yell of agony as he was cast down with a tumultuous smash. His body ragdolled for a moment before it skidded to a stop several meters away, a struggling Satsui barely lifting himself with his arms. While not very powerful, Ayumu was fast and that speed alone was enough to deter another underestimation.

"Ugh.. It's not.. Over yet."

He slowly staggered to rise.

[| J.im Kelly |]

From the distance, wary eyes observed the combat. To much his surprise, his brother had been bested in one thing throughout the duration of the fight; speed. The young Uchiha had the eyes of a demon, and feet as fast as a hiccup. Despite the beating he took, he at least managed to deal a dirty blow onto that of Satsui. Gin's lips curled upward at the sight, and his expression showed nothing more than delight. Satsui couldn't always have all of the fun and always be the best at everything. This boy confirmed it by landing a blow on him.

Gin was about twenty feet away by the time Satsui began to rise. The fight was over, there was no need to carry on. Such ruthlessness wouldn't be tolerated, especially when dealing deadly blows against one of your own village. Kumogakure was considered a family to most, and to the higher ranking ninja, such an act of cruelty would permit dire consequences. His eyes shifted back and forth between the two of them as he approached the scene. An Uchiha, huh? The shock passed over and Gin spoke, first addressing the Uchiha and then his brother.

"He's done, now. I hope you understand. Satsui, come."

Gin turned, expecting his brother to follow behind obediently. If the Uchiha objected, then he'd simply have to be dealt with in a manner not commonly used by Gin. Of course, it wouldn't come to that. The aura of tension that lingered within the field lifted as he stopped the fight, removing the strain on both of them. They would thank him in the long run, especially the Uchiha, who appeared to be much more exhausted than Satsui.

[end]