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.
Was that all the shinobi had to offer? To stand with his swords and stare at the sky? He was so slow he couldn't even react to the most basic offense in my arsenal, and with not much to it I would simply plant an arrow straight through his neck. He'd drop to the floor, coughing and choking on his blood, the snow being stained with red all around him - but I wasn't finished, not yet.
"I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner, comrade."
I spoke to the fallen Samurai as I took a knee beside him, strapping my bow to my back once more. I had been only a few minutes too late to save him, but I was going to redeem his honour by finishing off this trespasser with an item of his - and I could decide on nothing better than the symbolic Samurai helmet. I'd remove the large piece of metal from the tattered remains of his corpse, slowly walk over to the still-bleeding Shinobi, and bash his fucking skull in. There would be nothing more than a puddle left where his head used to be by the time I was done, at which point I'd collect my arrows, loot the bodies and walk away dragging the Samurai behind me. The shinobi would be left for the wolves to feast on.
(Since you didn't take the opportunity to edit your post, I'll simple respond as if you didn't complete your actions, if you have a problem you can get a BM to decide what is happening)
Well, no. Seeing as there was not a sufficient amount of water in my area, or in the area around the fallen Samurai for that matter, no clones would be created. In fact, there was barely any water for him to use anywhere, seeing as he'd dumped his clones onto the ground and let them sit there, the water being sucked and absorbed into the ground, and any lingering water quickly turning into ice - the only remaining water being the small amount that would remain in his gourd, I mean, he DID create 4 people-sized creations of water.
I would periodically glance down to check the status of my clones, by nonetheless, my attention would remain facing the sky with my hands now gripping my swords.
So, with his attention entirely focused on the sky and my arrow, and the fact he'd have no clones to look down and check on, he would have left himself entirely open. With a simple release of the arrow knocked on my bow, I would fire it straight for the bottom his throat. With his attention elsewhere and the fact we were only 15 meters apart, it would take the arrow less than a second to close the distance and embed itself straight through his neck, cutting off his ability to breathe because he'd likely be choking to death on his own blood. It seemed rather unlikely that he'd be able to avoid it when you considered the circumstances, I mean, he did have his attention entirely elsewhere, not even the sound of my bowstring would provide enough of a window to move before the arrow would be within reach.
What was that saying? Don't ever watch the bottle?
My 1st and 2nd clone are 5 meters to my left and right respectively. I'm 10 meters from away from where Wolfy was, and you're 15 meters away from me (placing you 5 meters away from where Wolfy was). If I dispersed my third and fourth clone at the center (where Wolfy was, which is 5 meters away from you, and 10 meters away from me), both of my clones would be 5 meters away from you. My fifth, and final clone is in front of me (10 meters away where Wolfy was), running toward you. Also, how is it not possible to for me to use the same water from before to create new clones? It's like you're saying my chakra coated water just evaporated, and is gone within the 1 second it took you to enter the battle (OOCly and ICly). If that's what you're thinking, you're false.
Except it has been 5 posts, your water was dispersed and is being absorbed into the ground/snow, in addition to it being, y'know, winter (water tends to become y'know, ice). Secondly, you're trying to create 5 clones out of the dispersed water of 4, even without the fact that you'd have lost a considerable amount of water not only due to the fact it was sitting and soaking into the ground, but because the explosion itself would have spread any water in that area even more thin, making it even easier to lose it.
With all of us out of range, the small bubbles would converge upon the large bubble as if attracted to each other.
All you said was that they were out of range of the explosion, your lack of detail leaving me to assume they were with your character, just like you decided that I was 5 meters from Wolfy, it goes both ways. And thus any of that water you were hoping to use would be where YOU are located, not five meters from myself, since we're 15 meters apart. "Chakra coated water" doesn't mean anything, because you dispelled the clones and the water turned into... water, and behaves as water would. You've limited your water source and you're trying to create more from less, edit your post or I'll respond accordingly.
Typical shinobi, never knowing when they were in a disadvantageous situation. I had caught him red-handed in OUR country, the corpse of a Samurai not but 10 meters from him, and his response was to face me and to try and prepare some jutsu? I sighed lightly, my breath coming out in a white fog due to the cold as I pulled back the string on my bow, before angling it upwards and firing a single shot straight into the air, the arrow soaring upwards into the air so high it would be noticeable to anybody within the area that had a keen eye,
"You've picked the wrong land to start a fight, Shinobi. If there are any Samurai in the area, they're going to see that and come."
I lowered my bow to my side, left hand reaching for another arrow and notching it in one fluid motion,
"If you surrender now I may let you live."
I spoke with authority, just itching to gut him like the vermin he was. I had no intentions of letting him leave here in one piece, but he didn't have to know that. He was on my turf, surrounded in all directions by nothing but snow and more snow, leaving him nowhere to run.
And with the explosion from my blade, it was all over. I stood over the battered and bloody body of the Samurai known as 'Kansei', still not quite sure of what he was trying to do in the first place. Our small confrontation had resulted in destroyed furniture, and a large section of the front wall and door had been blown entirely off, including a great deal of the floorboards in the direction of the attack - not to mention the profuse amount of blood pooling beneath the now dead Samurai. I looked down with displeasure apparent on my face before sheathing my blade, only glancing away from the corpse when I could hear the scared whimpers of the Innkeeper from behind his bar, where he had ducked for cover.
"I'm sorry about this, I will reimburse you for the damages. I'm sorry I had scared you like that."
I approached the man slowly, he was jumpy as it was and I didn't want to frighten him further. I'd place a sum of ryo slowly on the counter and then spin on my heels, heading for the destroyed entrance of the Inn, dragging the corpse of the slain Samurai behind me. His armour was still in good shape despite the explosion, and heck, with some repairs and some remodeling, I could get some good use out of it.
Well, aside from the fact that I would have attacked before he could even get his weapon out, he tried to have it there already, even though I was drawing a smaller blade from the hip with a speed-enhancing technique. Regardless of whether he would or would not get his sword out didn't matter, because he was already done for and he didn't even know it. Whether I made contact with his armour or his blade, he was done.
You see, my attack was simply a feint. Before I could even reach the top of the table, I had redirected the trajectory of my blade to block the boy’s own.
The very instant I would make contact, an explosion of considerable force would emerge from my blade, focusing its energy entirely on my opponent, and there was nothing he could do about it. Sword or not, armour or not, he was right face-to-face with me, and that much concussive force point-blank would rattle, shatter and fragment his bones in the effected area - not to mention completely battering and damaging any organs in the area. To put it simply, this technique would render him useless and on the brink of death, all because he couldn't just fuck off.
Bakushin (Weapon Explosion)  Rank: S Range: Close (0m ~ 5m) Type: Offensive Handseals: - Chakra Consumption: High The final step behind mastering the art of Chakra Form Manipulation involves reversing the flow paths of the absorption at such rapid rates that a sudden release of energy over the imminent build-up comes forth. This means that any chakra creation the Samurai makes, whether it comes in projectile form or extended from the user's blade, will explode on contact away from the Samurai and completely on their chosen target.
Note: The intensity of the explosion, originating from the user’s blade, is equivalent to that of several (4) explosive notes. The size of the explosion is roughly three meters is a conical fashion wherever the blade of the user’s sword is pointed.
This technique can only be used with a physical weapon (non chakra created). Likewise, this ability takes a full post to charge, in which no other techniques can be used. However, after this ability has been charged, the user may continue to battle and detonate the blade whenever he\she feels like it.
All it took was the sight of him trying to unsheathe that rather large sword from his back for me to kick into action, dashing forward in the blink of an eye. There was a reason Samurai used katana equipped at the hips, and that reason was speed. If he thought he could pull out a two handed swored vertically from his back before I could unsheathe and attack before, he was sorely mistaken. He was already only a matter of feet ahead of me, all I had to do was unsheathe, step and swing at once with a powerful, precise movement - my sword aimed to carve diagonally across the chest piece of his armour from left to right. The fact of the matter was, I had a very large advantage here in both speed and position, him getting hit seemed inevitable. It seemed like a simple attack, but I was always thinking two steps ahead, I would display my expertise in swordplay if it were required of me.
I stood with my feet angled diagonally ready to move at a moment's notice, being sure to have my legs positioned to stop the table if I absolutely had to. Was he prepared for what was to come?
Cunning Mind  Rank: D Range: Close (0m ~ 5m) Type: Passive Handseals: -- Chakra Consumption: Mid per use This technique allows a kendo master to purge all of their experience into a surreal body movement. This movement allows them to analyze their opponents completely within the users range by studying others and the user tensing their bodies for sudden movements.
Notes: This is fully dependent on role-play movement but just gives the ability to perceive attacks, but not predict. Simply put, this is nothing more than a greater clarity during battle than most shinobi; it will simply offer the user a marginal edge, dependent on the execution of the role-play in question.
Dorokendageki (Draw and Strike)  Rank:D Range:Close (0m ~ 5m) Type:Offensive Handseals: -- Chakra Consumption: Low The battojutsu practitioner subjugates their dominant hand with chakra. This allows the practitioner to commence their attack from any position, this particular technique allows the practitioner to first draw with increased speed, then thrust or slashe with the blade so fast that the effects of the hit are after the user sheathes.
How annoying, he wouldn't talk or even react - well, save from a familiar kendo move, which begs the question, why was that even necessary? Yellow eyes never left my target, the only reason I hadn't attacked him by now being that he was a Samurai, and I was always particularly patient with my own kind. . . however, it was quickly running out. I was just about fed up with him looking at me the way he was, so bravely holding onto his weapon. He looked like he was the type of guy to make shitty comparisons all the time too.
"Will you please just fuck off already?"
My right foot would kick the table yet again, although this time much harder as my legs came uncrossed. The large piece of wooden furniture would be sent flying for his legs, and due to his proximity to me and the fact that it was a big table, a simple kendo sidestep wasn't going to work in this situation. Again, while this wasn't exactly an attack either, it was moreso to gauge his reaction - I mean, either he found some nifty way to evade, or he let the table slam into his knees, likely knocking him backwards, but at the very least shaking his balance.
"Right, well I've had about enough of that, Kansei"
My right hand rose with my drink quickly at a diagonal angle, my hand only reaching a foot from my stomach. With a quick throw my cup had been sent flying towards his upper chest, not really an attack, but an obvious sign of disrespect. It wasn't exactly threatening, but there would definitely be some glass and alcohol flying towards his face - eyes included - if he decided he wasn't going to move. One way or another he was going to get out of my personal space.
"If you have nothing to say for yourself, perhaps you should remove yourself from my presence. . ."
I spoke with annoyance as I placed my drink between my legs, keen eyes never leaving the stranger, the tightening of my grip on my sword concealed by my kimono. I didn't know who he was or what he wanted, but I wasn't going to stand for some armed and silent character getting this close to me for much longer.