The blades of vengeances have fallen swiftly. The shinobi are no more as 'Absolute Justice' has returned...now, it is the Samurai that rule the Five Major Nations!
But at what cost? Have they become the very thing that they despised the most...? Heroes and villains seem to change roles every day, but one thing is for certain - we yearn for our freedom, for days gone by where we flew the skies unhindered.
An hour's walk from my former home and I found myself seemingly in the past. From across the courtyard, I gazed upon my home - my true home - for the first time in what seemed like forever. Its' strong, pristine walls brought me back to a simpler time. For a moment, my mind converted the full-color scenery that lay before me to something of a more sepia hue...
The Manor, still just as old then, seemed somehow more alive. Somehow the walls seemed brighter, the windows seemed clearer, the plant-life seemed greener, and the air smelled of... apples? The front door sprang open and two children - a boy and a girl - darted out and ran circles in the yard. They were happy, they were golden. Moments later a woman stepped over the threshold, cradling an apple pie in her arms. She called out to the children, beckoning for them to come back inside. Then a small boy stepped behind the woman, his face shrouded beneath the shade of his over-sized hat...
I'd snapped back to the present with a jump. My eyes scanned the manor, searching for something, but I did so to no avail. The door was still closed, my mother had long since passed, and two of the three children that I saw had become adults - the third's status was unknown. The manor, though bright and shiny and new again, seemed to have a lingering bleakness now. I strode forward regardless, only to stop midway through the courtyard. There was a gust, or something reminiscent of a gust, that came out of nowhere and nearly knocked my hat from my head. I held it in place with my hand and the the gust subsided soon thereafter. An omen, I thought, or...?
When I think "precise chakra control" I don't think "jamming an elbow into someone". The way this technique works makes it seem like something of the Goken variety, whereas you speak of body knowledge and precision, which falls more under the Jyuuken category. I could see this (maybe) working as a Jyuuken technique.
"...while simultaneously doing damage to their muscles and organs and blowing them away."
When you say "blowing them away" are you referring to the opponents' innards or the opponent itself?
Last Edit: Jan 18, 2013 18:41:18 GMT -8 by Arcadia
Beneath the rim of my hat, a pair of steady, strong eyes examined the bandana-line path that I walked. These bandits were strange, I thought. Every other pine tree seemed to be marked by a scarlet clothe at its base. But then their was an occasional pair of trees, side by side, which were marked. I wasn't sure, but I assumed that this wasn't by accident. I was also beginning to question the leaves that continued to crunch beneath my feet. The canopy was lush, full, green. It was unseasonal for leaves to be falling at the rate required to cover the forest floor in such a manner. It was a hunch, but I believed that the leaves beneath my feet were placed her by the bandits, and each marked pair of trees was a checkpoint lined with a hidden radio receiver. It was an alert system, and I'd probably triggered it. Lovely.
The skin that covered my fingertips began to split. They were probably expecting me, a lost, vulnerable, unsuspecting traveler, maybe armed with nothing more than a simple pocketknife. They were very wrong, of course, but I wasn't going to show them that just yet. My clothes were not unlike those of an ordinary traveler, and my tools were all hidden beneath my robe. Not even my headband graced my visage - it, too, was hidden. The bandits thought that they were going to surprise me, but I was going to surprise them. The forest had been still for the entirety of my trek since I came across the message carved in the tree. Unnaturally still, I thought. Human activity had to be abundant here, given that not an animal was in sight. Two things happened then.
There was a crunch most subtle that came from behind me and a pair of leaves, maybe five meters apart, fell in near unison. No animal would be sneaking up on me, unless it were a carnivore, in which case I wouldn't have heard it. There wasn't the slightest breeze either. Nothing short of a gale would have removed healthy, seasonal leaves from their respective trees. That, and just two of them? One could perhaps have been some tree-dwelling rodent, but two in near unison? These bandits were amateurs. I glanced up, only momentarily spotting their forms before I released a flurry of tiny, ivory bullets. I heard the sound of snapping wood and immediately turned around to face the one who was flanking me. An ivory tip had pierced the palm of my hand and it was right between his eyes when I stopped.
His eyes were too large, his face was too round, and his form was too small. He stumbled back, just as he companions were slamming into the ground. I never imagined that a pair of bandits would send their child to engage an enemy.
"Indeed you will, Blanche." I said as I returned to my feet and placed my hat back on my head. There was only the faintest hint of something sinister in my voice, but by the time I'd said the words my door had nearly closed and Blanche had been out of sight.