Wandering Traveler 1 [Open]

[Messatsu!]

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Although the weather condition's of Kaze no Kuni had always been something that discouraged a great many travelers from exploring its land, however, in Masuyo's eyes, he saw its weather conditions and negative stories as a challenge & obstacle to triumph over; and triumph he did. Having made his way through the desert with nothing more than a pair of straw sandals, leather arm bracers, a white drawstring bag hoisted over his shoulder, and his navy blue gi, minutes, hours, and event days of walking finally paid off as he reached his desired destination. 

Sandi Airando. 

Considered to be neutral territory for travelers and a source of infinite natural resources for the weary, those facts alone registered as more than enough of a reason for Masuyo to see it for himself. Besides, the fact that he'd never met anyone capable of handling their own in close quarters combat within all of Kaze no kuni would've been more than enough to peak in interest, everything else had been nothing more than a bonus. 

"Outside of how random this all looks in the middle of a desert, nothing really seems to be out of the ordinary."

Once spoken, his eyes continued to observe his surroundings as he passed building after building on both sides and noticed how well structured everything seemed to have been. Not long after had the heat from the relentless sun taken it's toll on Masuyo's body which triggered his desire for water. Looking about, a well had been spotted between two buildings ti which motioned towards whilst nodding his head out of excitement. 

Slowly, he knelt beside the well and used the sides of both hands to create a 'scooper' that collected a small body of water after his hands emerged. With precision, he splashed water against his face and fiery hair which easily washed away the dust and sand that managed to accumulate on his face and inside his hair. Refreshing to the touch, the Second dip for water raised up to his mouth where he drank the entirety of it; he repeated the process several times before he retrieved a small face towel from his bag and dried his hands and face.

"Now that I'm here, question is, what is there to do."

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[matsumoto-kun]

The slender fingers of the young man pressed tightly against the thick dark robe which had aided him through the journey across the desert. Removing his hat with his left hand, his right would continue to yank along the oversized camel which he had used to carry the equipment necessary for survival outside of the village. As his hips swayed with each well placed step, the light black cape would flutter and flurry under the weight of the wind. Each toss of the fabric might reveal the headband signifying his class among the troves of people who had ended up here. The symbol of the hourglass sparkled against the sun in an occasional glimmer which might have caught the attention of a few within his general vicinity.

Making his way towards the well to refill his gourd, and perhaps water the borrowed livestock. Reaching into the well, he took notice to a boy, not too far from his age. Setting the hat beside the well, he would use his free hand to form a small cup, lifting the water to his lips in a continuous fashion in an attempt to hydrate himself. Of course, having oddly slender features, portions of the water would slip through his hand- sliding down his wrist as he drank. His assessment of the boy would reveal a striking physique, covered in various grime and dirt. He was clearly unaccustomed to the desert. However, not the type to say the first word to a stranger, Matsumoto's somewhat constant observation of the boy might have lead to some questioning.

[デーモン]

He was pissed off. This wasn't the best day to meet with Daichi. He was defeated by the Kazekage, his only mother died in her sleep, and now he was being punished for the murders he committed on his last mission. This was definitely the last straw. He damn near stomped his way into the desert.

His breathing apparatus still upon his face. His kukri had been properly maintained and sharpened. His blood and bones pushing out endless white noise for him to use them. This was definitely a bad situation especially since he had come across a traveler. His anger was boiling over, but he wasn't a -complete- savage. He made sure to wipe himself down, and fix his coat.

" Yo, Wassup! " He would call out to the unknown.

He muscles seemed to be completely in-sync with the rest of his body, as he waved his hand out. He was under the impression that people got lost in the desert all the time. He just wanted to see if this person was lost, and if he could help them. He would lead them away from the village and towards one of the many places of interest for tourism.

A smile was on his face. He stupidly forgot he was wearing his all black coat and breathing apparatus and looked like a freak. It didn't help that his kukri were down right staring out from under his jacket as he waved like a maniac. When he got closer that was when he realized that the other person had on a fighting gi.

That was a terrible thing for this savage to see.

" Oh shit! You're a fighter! Bruh, we gotta tussle now. Hold on! "

Daichi would turn his slow walk into a full on sprint from his position. He couldn't really gauge their distance but he was 15 meters away from the unknown person who was wearing the training gi. He still continued to run towards this person like an idiot.

[Messatsu!]

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It seemed that Masuyo's personal moment of relaxation after a long, arduous journey through the desert had been cut short be a screaming individual that eased himself into Masuyo's presence. One thing had been for certain, citizen's of Kaze no Kuni hadn't been so cut off from the world that they weren't ignorant to what wearing a 'gi' meant to practitioner of Taijutsu. Knowing full well that the gi itself compromised his identity as an unknown warrior, Masuyo sighed as his toes pushed against the sand and eventually uplifted his body to a full stand. His hands patted against his gi and knocked away the remaining sand that settled onto its fabrics before he turned to face the screaming person properly. 

Concurrently, he cut a quick glance down at the other boy that sat next to him without saying a word which caused him to wonder. Why coudldn't this obnoxious person be as calm and quite as the former? Sighing as to take a deep breath, in what seemed to be an instant, Masuyo's entire demeanor and aura changed. Almost if it'd been directly spewing from his pores, his body expelled a murderous intent that seemed unrivaled by even the darkest of shinobi. 

Never one to back down from a challenge, Masuyo would've bolted forward towards his opponent with a moderate gait, reducing the distance of 15 meters down to a meager 8; with the distance rapidly being devoured by two advancing bodies, the fight would soon begin.

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[matsumoto-kun]

There seemed to be some sort of connection between himself and Daichi that neither one of them seemed to really appreciate, however, as sure as the sun was shining, wherever one seemed to go, the other was sure to follow. Not more than five minutes after Ushinawa had made his way into the small encampment, he would hear the familiar voice of his 'partner.' Turning his focus away from the man who stood before him, his gaze would focus on the dreaded imbecile who would now be rapidly approaching them. Cries for battle and instigation tactics seemed to work on those with nothing to lose. With nothing more than a sack of whatever the man might have carried, it was clear that there was not much else in this world that he seemed to care about- aside from fighting. It was evident, from the beginning, that this would end with a fight. 

Standing from his crouching position, Ushinawa would begin to backtrack the way that he came- wanting to clear as much space as possible between himself and the impending brawl. Keeping his eyes keen on the image of the behemoth of a boy, dressed in gi, he would begin to feel the power of his chakr- no, this was something else. The power of his willingness to fight, kill no less, that seemed to have turned on as if it were a light. His eyes darting between Daichi and the stranger, he would ensure that he was at least twenty meters from the well (twenty-seven from the stranger's last noted position). The small group of vendors who had gathered there today would also see the incoming battle- spreading in unison with him. None of them would dare to stop them, Ushinawa included. If things got bad, then he would act, but until then- maybe this fellow would be able to teach the brute a lesson.

[デーモン]

Daichi's demeanor changed in the instance he felt the demonic aura emanating from his opponent. The pure savagery locked in his kaguya blood was all but unleashed in that moment. No more words were needed as the space between the two was being devoured easily. There meager eight meters had become five in a short moment, with Daichi's momentum not wavering for a second.

His shoulders, knees, elbows, palms all of these sports would burst open, shredding through Daichi's clothing with razor sharp staves pointing through. A vicious growl was sent through the air as he couldn't even form words anymore. The rage had taken over his mind, and white noise and tunnel vision was all that remained of the boy. A simple hop into the air into a front flip, rotating all the staves as if he was a giant mace. Right towards the mysterious opponent.

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{damn nature you scary}

Yanagi no Mai (Dance of the Willow)
Rank: B
Range: Close (0m ~ 5m)
Type: Offensive
Handseals: -
Chakra Consumption: Mid to cast, Miniscule to sustain

The first of the five Kaguya dances. Using the abilities of their bloodline, the user will grow multiple long, sharp bones from various parts of their body (one through each palm; one out of each elbow; one out of each knee, arching up; one from the back at the shoulder blades). These staves extend up to moderate lengths (one foot) and are razor sharp. Using fluid and precise movements, they will then proceed to impale their opponents much like an unpredictable, shaking willow tree.

170 Chakra Points.

[Messatsu!]

And so it began, with the emergence of bones no less. One from each palm, elbow, and knee, interesting. Collecting every bit of information just as it occurred, Masuyo's eyes keenly remained locked onto the stranger's position as he hurled himself into the air several meters and spun frontally in an excessive manner. Judging from the looks, the emerged bones only seemed to have sprouted outwardly to the stranger's north which easily gave Masuyo an idea. With the frontal part of his body tucked inwardly to generate the flip itself, it meant that his back had been exposed and vulnerable, open to be punished for silly mistakes. 

Carefully watching and telegraphic each complete rotation, Masuyo simultaneously tensed his legs and cocked his right fist at his waist as he launched himself upward as his opponents body began its natural and uncontrollable airborne descent. Vehemently launched off of the ground, the aforementioned fist would've rocketed into the air above him and would've collided with the stranger's body.

Timed in a way where the moment of impact would've been aligned with the dreaded boy's back before his final rotation could complete, it was safe to say that nothing -during the moment- protected his back. 

Dealing an incredible amount of damage to the back of the dreaded stranger, the force itself would've undoubtedly pushed him back into the air about 5 meters as Masuyo himself landed, ready to strike his falling opponent once more in an attempt to juggle his body through the air. 

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{Spoiler}Goshoryuken (Great Rising Dragon Fist)

Rank: B

Range: Close (0m ~ 5m)

Type: Offensive

Handseals: -

Chakra Consumption: Mid

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[デーモン]

Daichi was struck handily with the blow. It was powerful indeed as it rocketed his body into the air. The deranged Kaguya boy wouldn't even care^[1] as he would continue to force his chakra out. The blow may have pushed him higher, but what it failed to do was stop the body from spinning himself to his front side. In taking the blow and successfully flipping himself he was now in the air with his bladed staves pointing at his opponent.

Gravity soon began to take its toll on Daichi's body and as he descended he would brace himself by pushing all of his blades outward at his opponent like an iron maiden.

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{onore decade!}
dead bone pulse - mid
yanagi no mai - min

120 chakra points.

[Messatsu!]

Landing on the ground after squarely delivering a decisive blow via Goshoryuken, Masuyo's eyes peered upwardly and remained fixed upon the stranger's still airborne position. Watching as he managed to flip himself to where the frontal part of his body had been facing the ground he began to plummet into, Masuyo's body instinctively readied itself to respond. Bones drawn together via limbs as if to be a falling wall of spikes; ironically, Masuyo allowed him to do just that. 

Just the mere fact that he'd been airborne without any way to alter the trajectory of his descent, all it took was for Chae to merely dash forward whilst pivoting along his right foot which turned him about face. 

Before long, the stranger would've undoubtedly landed, however, the moment he made contact with the ground, Masuyo would've been positioned 3 meters away from his immediate rear, ready with his stance and confident in his abilities, especially considering that he soon realized that the hand to hand combat sported by the bone wielder told countless warnings of his background as a ninja. Nevertheless, with his legs shoulder length apart to evenly distribute his balance, his guard remained ready.

[デーモン]

His center of gravity was returned and in that moment Daichi thought of something. This practitioner seemed to be able to force himself closer, but he wouldn't be able to dodge anything coming at him fast. That was when Daichi began to force chakra into his finger tips on his right hand. He aimed it as he was falling to the ground and fired all of the bullets in an attempt to hit his opponents stomach with the blows. Yet this was just his feint attack as he would hopefully hit the ground with no interruptions.

And then flip himself forward on one leg in order to bring the other one with a lateral kick to Masuyo's head. This was an attempt to knock him unconscious and then stab him to death. His staves and blades still at the ready if he needed them.

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{well crap}
Teshi Sendan (Ten Finger Drilling Bullets)- Low
Konoha Daisenkou (Leaf Great Flash)- High
Yanagi no Mai (Dance of the Willow) - Min

Chakra. 040 remaining.

[Messatsu!]

Just the mere fact that he'd been airborne without any way to alter the trajectory of his descent, all it took was for Chae to merely dash forward whilst pivoting along his right foot which turned him about face.

Having dashed beneath and behind the previously airborne ninja, bullets were seen from a mile away considering their trajectory remained linear upon release, so hitting an already moving target whilst falling decreased its accuracy. Peppering the ground just beneath the falling ninja, Masuyo previously readied himself for any and all following attacks. Poised & attentive a quick back-step further ensured that Masuyo's body hadn't been pelted with what seemed to have been a volley of bone-like projectiles. Interesting. Immediately after, one of the bone's length seemed to have been increased via chakra which surprisingly hadn't readily been used the moment it happened, instead, a lateral kick was sent forth. 

Aimed for his head, Masuyo found the perfect opportunity to begin dismantling his opponent. A simple duck allowed the Ansatsuken practitioner to dip beneath the kick itself with a speed that'd been faster than what he displayed up until that point. Concurrent with the crouching movement, a dark look¹ marked with Ansatsuken's most prized technique, Kugi (Nail) which 'nailed' the shin that remained rooted to the ground, weakening its foundation. Finally, as a single, seamless motion, from the duck, look, and finally the extended leg that would have thrust forward, it was safe to say that the likelihood of the attack landing since the kick itself collided with the air around it. 

Committed and forced to follow through with the recovery, Masuyo's extending, right heel would've drilled into the marked area just as the lateral kick passed over his head. Upon contact, bone and sinew had been torn asunder, dealing severe amounts of damage and most of all, momentarily rendering the limb itself useless until the injury itself would've been mended. 

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Kuroirmanazashi (Dark Look)¹

Rank: A 

Range: Close (0 ~ 5m)

Type: Supplementary

Handseals: -

Chakra Consumption: High

As an Ansatsuken progresses through their detachment, their evil and disregard for compassion and human life becomes overly apparent in the form of a lingering aura and the end game behind each of their strikes. As such, the user capitalizes on this aura [Mastery 2] via eye contact with any part of the opponent(s) body, marking the intended area with Kugi. With eyes being the "window to one's soul", their evil and compassion-less intent to kill becomes visible and therefore inflicts a kugi (nail) mark on the body or object of anything viewed upon by the user. Dark Look's true affect does not truly occur until a secondary strike is made against the marked area.

Note: User can visually mark anything within 5 meters of the user.

ippozenshin (Low Forward)²

Rank: C

Range: Close (0 ~ 5m) 

Type: Offensive 

Handseals: -

Chakra Consumption: Mid

The most fundamentally basic move within the Ansatsuken fighting style, the move is simple in application yet critical and useful in close ranged situations. By design, Ippozenshin (Often considered to be Ansatsuken's "Jab") is an extremely fast & quick-second, dipping leg kick that serves the purpose of not only keeping approaching enemies at bay by extending the leading leg fully, but also knocking opponents off balance by attacking either the opponents shin(s) or ankles.

Note: If a marked weakpoint is struck, severe damage is suffered due to bone shattering force inflicted which can easily render the affected leg or ankle useless and leave the opponent(s) limping and unable to stand properly.

[デーモン]

There was not enough chakra to stabilize Daichi's leg. He had landed himself in an awkward position once on the ground. The lateral kick he had launched was dodged completely, and left him wide open for a bone destroying hit to his shin. As a kaguya he could normally withstand such and attack, but the exhaustion that he was starting to feel overwhelmed his responses. The leg snapped in half at the tibia, in a simple response to that all the bone staves were retracted in an attempt to mitigate chakra to the wounded appendage.

The fight was far from over in Daichi's mind as he shifted his weight onto the destroyed appendage. His leg would be recoiled downwards like that of an ax kick in an attempt to pin Masuyo's right leg. It would attempt to slam downwards onto his right leg in mid recoil. This would be followed by if hit his full strength sending a palm strike filled with chakra into the right leg of Masuyo. His leg was broken so he wanted to return the favor in kind with his next strike. The attack from their position and with the power instilled would definitely sever the right leg of Masuyo.

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{ooc news}
character scrapped so the fight is over. waited three years for posts gene, bruh! lol. it's cool. thanks for the battle, doe.

[addy-hime ♥]

Messatsu!, 38 EXP
matsumoto-kun, 15 EXP
デーモン, 23 EXP

[Messatsu!]

Once Masuyo dipped and smashed the dreaded boy's shin with his low-forward, his balance was forcefully relinquished as his supporting leg acted to be momentary center of his balance. As he's fallen onto his side, Masuyo's body had already recovered and arisen from his previous attack and launched the killing blow. Rising his back foot in a crescent moon motion forward and towards the down foe before -in one fluid, rapid motion- the heel of said foot crashed down into the side of his neck with a flawlessly performed axe kick.

Almost immediately, Masuyo felt the candle-light of the mans life fade into obscurity just as his final attack landed against the boy's neck. Grinning menacingly, Masuyo removed his foot and came to an up-right stance before pulling against both sides of his obi-sash to tighten its grip. Finally, after reveling in his victory, his demeanor changed at the snap of a finger as his murderous aura faded just as swiftly as the boys life. 

"Your martial art was quite impressive, using bones to puncture and tear. However, not only was Ansatsuken superior, your intent & desire to win was suppressed by my own. Such is the source of Ansatsuken's power." 

Shinobi were meant to protect civilians, yet, on that day, the roles seemed to have out of line, blurred even. Nevertheless, Masuyo motioned back to the well where he retried his bag and lugged it over his shoulder with a single swing over his shoulder. Cutting a glance back at the ninja in question, he nodded. 

[matsumoto-kun]

The sudden end of the battle came with a quick snap movement as the young man would bring an utter close to the conflict. The man who had appeared seemed to be doing so out of pure whim, and attacking the muscular opponent didn't appear to be any more calculated. With a near robotic expression, Ushinawa would heave a sigh as he watched the blood splatter from Daichi's mouth, and onto the grass beneath them. However, even from this distance, it was clear that while the man appeared to have no life left within him, his most basic life functions appeared to be in function. His chest rose and fell under the influence of his lungs, and the bright red undercurrent of his blood beneath his skin made it clear that he had a heart capable of the task.

As the winner of the bout approached him to gather his things, Ushinawa would tuck the reigns of his camel into his shoulder to begin stroking its muzzle. As their eyes met, and a nod was delivered, Ushinawa would take the time to converse with the youth- what he had intended to do before his teammate had arrived. Ignoring the flock of people that would seem to gather around the area to check on the vitals of the defeated boy, the only person who really seemed to know him stood stagnant.

"You appear to be a considerably violent man, and yet, you seem so calm. It seems as though you have the instincts of a killer." He said with a snake like tongue, his hand continuing to stroke the nose of the camel, who had now leant over to begin its own lapping at the well between the two. "Do you kill for a purpose?"