Challenge-Aged alchemist, Kagetoki vs ??? (READY)

[kagetoki]

-NRP Rules Apply
-Opposing combatants begin 23 meters Apart
-Area of Graveyard 50x50 meters with black square border

LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!!

A shivery minatory, nightly wind pulled heavily, harmlessly rushing over a baleful, insipid necropolis. The whispering winds sung a beautiful, calm melodic note into the atmosphere, as if the innocent voices of perished Uchiha and slum shinobi screamed with ruefulness and sorrow. The moon glinted ever so beautifully whilst casting a sheet of darkness and a cloud of dull gray dust over the surrounding area, yet one singular entity stood in the midst of it all as a silhouette figure. This umbrageous figure merely stood there, en-wrapped in a bubble of self imposed silence, depressingly towering over a pair of gravestones. Without warn a succession of crepitating lightning tore through the fabrics of the atmosphere, elucidating all within its ambit in what could only be described as quick second long intervals of flashing flares of blue light.

The tanned shaved head glistened with elegance, the lingering 4 ft goatee loose ends of his garmenting danced softly with the mindless influence of powerful winds. His shimmering yellow eyes and demeanor screamed with impassivity as he gazed upon the gravestones of his fallen samurai brethren, a next to one another, forever and still, "Brothers In Arms."

[Dojima Niroboshi]

Entering the graveyard, not yet a foe but rather one who seeks refuge among the dead. Like a wondering soul he entered, searching for that which is unattainable, but still grasping for it among the place for corpse.

Finding himself before stones...
All of them lined in rows, lined up like teeth, the teeth of one hungry for bodies. Sumina felt alone in the world, he missed the one who went on before him, to a place where he could not go, no matter how strong or smart he became.

There he stood, staring at the graves as if they were a mirror into the other side. The wind picking up now, the bottom seams of his coat floated on the wind. His scarf a dark grey now, and floating softly, as if it was alive.

Sumina was alone, off in his own world, pondering life and death. But he was not alone.. Another, nearby, watching him. He turned to get a look at this specter, but it was more. A man, a much older man it seemed.

His scarf coming to life now, but not by the forces of the wind, but rather as if the breath of the damned possessed it. The color changing from grey to a menacing crimson red.

The man looked feeble, but looks are deceiving. Sumina prepared to face this new foe, though he couldn't figure out why.

It could be all of the emotions that followed the nostalgia, the anger he felt from the memories past

It could be out of self defense, something about the old samurai frightened him.

Yet it could also be this unexplainable urge inside himself, like a higher being was urging him on to fight. Like these moment was manipulated by the Gods for pure entertainment.

Whatever the reason, Sumina would keep his level head, and use all his talents to emerge from this victorious.

[kagetoki]

Having acknowledged the presence of another, a rough, knowledgeable, yet sinister voice seemingly egressed from this old man's mouth as his lungs and vocal cords gave life to his words, "Hmmm, Whats the matter lad, I can feel the flames from your fiery soul beating down upon my back. What are you intending to do, Hm?" His tongue flit with perfect and precise english as it came to an end. Kagetoki was a man of many virtues, however, patience, among both himself and others, was something he would not stand for. With a seeming feel turn he pivoted upon his heel ever so slightly to face the young lad before him properly. A lazy, half closed gaze met with the shinobi's own; it would not have been a surprise if he had come off as tired or displeased by this mans presence, however, such was not the case.

His low eyes showed much disdain and annoyance, however, it was not from the young lads presence. Kagetoki was always a man who enjoyably immersed himself in the world and studies of botany and alchemy, yet, due to the inevitable battle that has yet to come, his studies would have to wait.

"You ninja are a very impatient people, rushing an old man like this. Arthritis rears its heads, very painful, heh, but how would you know, you still have your youth. In my day used to wait however long was necessary for our elders."

He spoke with the same tone as before, however, his words presented themselves as nothing more than an old man babbling about the young and old. Suddenly with a calm right hand, he gently placed its palm upon his sheathed katana's hilt that rested on the left side on his waist beneath his obi sash. Slowly had his half closed lids separated even further, almost as if opening a creaking door within a horror movie. Eyes fully open, he assimilated everything he could about the boy, his skin, any visible weapons, the crimson scarf that aimlessly rested upon his neck, it all came to him.



"Well then, if you are as impatient as your spirit foretells then I honor you with the first attack."

[Dojima Niroboshi]

(I apologize for any errors in advance, I'm doing this all on my phone and it's hard to keep track of everything)

A moment or two passed after the mans challenge. The scarfs movements now more like a snake before a bite as Sumina decided upon his next move.

There was no need for words, Sumina was ready for action.

Sumina's feet pushed off the ground, bringing him to a sprint quickly. His hand moved like lighting and soon found three senbon, each needle held between two fingers.

Grave stones rushed by as he charged the old samurai, His scarf had been dancing in the wind, but now it folded as if a ghost had deliberately done so. The edge of the fold hardening and sharpening, becoming like a blade.

As the gap between the two became 15 meters, sumina sent the needles flying. But this was just a distraction for something better.

He continued his charge following the needles towards the samurai. Preparing himself for his next move and anticipating what his opponent would do next.

-spoiler-
3 senbon thrown


Vein Cloth Animation[/u]
Rank: C
Type: ninjutsu
Range: any vein cloth the user is weaing
Special: must have vein cloth. The user is able to animate any vein cloth.
Description: the user feeds their chakra into the chakra like vein system in the material. They are then able to manipulate and move the cloth accoring to their will. The cloth cannot cause any physical damage on its own, but can act as an extra appendage.
Domain: universal Ninjutsu

Vein Cloth Hardening[/u]
Rank: D, <C> B, A, S
Type: Ninjutsu
Range: any vein cloth the user is weaing
Special: Must have vein cloth to use. The user is able to harden the vein cloth. The hardness of this cloth is equal to the rank that the character has learned. Meaning that if the user learns "B" rank, the cloth can harden and block or break "B' ranked attacks or lower.
Description: the user feeds their chakra into the chakra like vein system in the material, then packs it into certain areas. the packed areas become hard like rock.
Domain: universal ninjutsu

Vein Cloth, bladed fold[/u]
Rank: B
Type: Ninjutsu
Range: Any Vein Cloth the character is weaing
Special: must have vein cloth, must know "vein cloth Hardening" and "vein Cloth Animation" The user folds the vein cloth and creates a sharp edge.
Description:The user feeds their chakra into the chakra like vein system in the material, manipulating it to fold in an area. then it hardens into a bladed edge that is able to cut. The hardness of the blade follows depends on what level the user has learned in "Vein Cloth: Hardening"
Domain: universal Ninjutsu