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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2016 10:21:16 GMT
It was early morning in the Land Hidden in the Mist, and the sun had just begun to show itself above the houses and businesses. Around that time a small and meek seeming boy had just finished his morning training regiment, as he had since he was a small, well smaller boy. It was indeed Aiki, the boy who was forever happy. Just over six months ago his father killed his mother and then himself, yet the 11 year old shed not a tear, or even stopped smiling. No, this boy always looked on the bright side, and always saw a silver lining. A strange personality, even stranger when you consider the fact that he lived in Kirigakure. A place known for its violence and malcontent. Even after losing his home, and choosing not to be taken in by foster parents, he smiled and lived off the good graces of the villagers. Though sometimes they were not as kind as others.
Aiki had made a makeshift home on the backside of the No Mist Inn, near the trash. He figured here he would always have some source of food, and it seemed the boiler room was on the other side of the wall, so it was always somewhat warm. What more did he need?
Everyday like clock work he would walk to the back door and knock five times silently, and every day like clock work a girl in her mid twenties would open the door, hand him a pail of water and a sponge, then close it. She had a soft spot for little boys with no parents it seemed. With that sponge and water Aiki would first disrobe and then wash himself, and then his clothes. He had hung some nails on the wall of the boiler room for his clothes to dry on. Like every day since he had come there, when noontime came his clothes would be dry and he would begin to wander around the village. Just enjoying being free and out in the open. Though, he did have a slightly more interesting motive, too. It was to find a swordsman that he felt worthy of training him.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 8:55:09 GMT
It was almost midday now, and Aiki had spent several hours wandering around the village. Today was just like any other day. He walked, and was judged by his small adolescent appearance. Eventually through his walkabouts around the village, three things would happen: 1) Aiki would get stopped by a couple or an older woman who was asking where his family was. He would be met with an uncertain and unsettled look when he explained that his father killed his mother and then himself, smiling all the while. 2) While walking he would see an unfortunate soul, either homeless or someone with the look of a serious depression. As someone who is perpetually happy for no reason, this would bother Aiki. So naturally, he would try to cheer them up. Unfortunately his social skills were poor since he literally spent everyday with his family, and was introduced to no one. In fact, its uncertain if anyone even knew that his father had a son. More interesting is the fact that Aiki didn't know either of his parents names. They were simply mother, and father. Digressions aside, he had severely poor people skills and would always end up making the person feel worse off or angry. His mind didn't work the way theirs did.
3) He always ended up hurting someone. More often than not it was some sort of street thug trying to take advantage of a child. In Aiki's strange upbringing, he had developed certain reflexes that made it hard for him to react and live in a normal setting. One was that whenever his body would react upon a moments notice and dodge whatever was coming at him. The other, which was much more troublesome, was that whenever he startled he would immediately use his aikido mastery unknowingly and immediately throw his adversary. He has done this to several people who were just trying to ask him where his family was or even for directions.
His innate sense for someones center of gravity seemed to plague him wherever he went. He would call it the curse of his upbringing. His father's eternal punishment. This was part of the reason he longed for a sensei, he needed to learn control. He also had some selfish reasons for that, but what child doesn't? With this in mind, Aiki would walk the village every single day, starting from the Inn, and look for one.
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Post by Dai on Sept 4, 2016 4:13:02 GMT
It was early afternoon as Dai walked down the street. He cursed himself for arriving in Kirigakure so damnably early, leaving him with nothing to do for the day. He'd hoped escaping his Current guards would offer a challenge, but it was woefully easy, and he now had hours to himself, yet nothing to fill them with. His scythe bounced on his back, attracting virtually no looks, intimidating weapons standard fare for the citizens of Kirigakure. In fact, it was rarer to see a child not carrying an intricate weapon, or one that was larger than their body. Dai found himself disappointed by how normal everything was. Villagers bustled about, enacting their daily routines. Storefronts were open, and the occasional shinobi leapt across the rooftops. The streets weren't overly crowded, but they were far from abandoned, and Dai was sorely let down by the lack of murder or open brawls. This Sugoi character didn't seem too good at cultivating an interesting village, and Kirigakure's reputation was well and truly exceeding it.
At that moment, Dai noticed something that intrigued him. A small boy, shorter than even he was, yet of a similar age, had just beat up some nameless thug. The speed with which he'd done it was impressive, and it seemed almost involuntary. Now that's what I'm talking about. Dai would think to himself, grinning broadly. "Oi!" He would call over to the boy, now walking away, an idiotic grin plastered to his face. For whatever reason, the kid seemed utterly benign about his situation. Whatever the case, it was something to do, and Dai could muster nothing better to do with his time. "What's your name?" He would ask, the grin now fading from his face.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 21:32:54 GMT
Just after tossing some bandit aside, Aiki heard a voice call out to him, asking his name. When he turned to see who it was, he was pleasantly surprised. It was another boy, around his age no less. This excited Aiki, he had never had any friends. Hey! He waved enthusiastically, at the other kid. He walked briskly up to Dai, still smiling that hopeless smile. I'm Aiki, who are you? He observed the other boy, he was a few inches taller, and more muscular. He also had a very large scythe on his back. Maybe this boy knew of someone that could teach him how to use a sword.
Aiki's eyes grew wide at the thought and he started spacing out, thinking of the day that he would join is mastery of aikido and swordsmanship. Unknowingly he would begin to walk passed the other boy without even listening if he had said his name or not. He was lost in the fantasy of being a hero, worshipped by beautiful women, and Having tons of friends. He would continue to walk and daydream unless someone stopped him from doing so.
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Post by Dai on Sept 7, 2016 11:03:56 GMT
Dai was a little perturbed by this kid's relentless positivity. He wasn't entirely sure why, and it was kind of admirable, but it seriously grated on Dai's nerves. "Dai." He grunted in response, before pausing, a scowl present on his face. "What're you so happy about?" This boy was irking him, and the fact he couldn't work out why furthered his frustration. There was an almost every quality to the boy's constant happiness, as it were a facade, or worse, he were utterly, utterly happy about everything. What lay under that visage? Dai didn't consider himself a downcast person, so it couldn't be a clash of personalities. To be fair, he didn't exactly consider himself optimistic, and most others didn't either. They usually went with pig-headed, arrogant, or annoying, but to Dai that sounded very much like a 'them' problem.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2016 23:59:21 GMT
Though Aiki hadn’t heard dai say his name, which could prove troublesome later, he did hear the second question. What was Aiki so happy about? A simple question got a simple answer "Why not?" Aiki had never really thought about why he was so happy, but it never bothered him, and it seemed somewhat infectious. Which is a blessing and a curse here in Kiri, a place known for its bad tempers. Even then as they spoke a man came up from the fruit stall near them, “Ahh Aiki!,” the man would exclaim, “Here for your daily apple huh?” he followed with a chuckle. The man was a short, rotund man, who looked as though he had never eaten an apple or fruit in his life, but he had a hearty laugh and was generous. “You know what they say, an apple a day keeps the doctor away!” He chortled at his own joke. Then he tossed Aiki an apple, which was met with a nod and a smile. “Would you look at that, you’ve made a friend. Here, any friend of this one’s is a friend of mine.” He said tossing the disgruntled boy an apple. He waved and then returned to his post, “That white haired boy looks slightly familiar.”
Aiki could see some wheels turning in the other boy’s head, judging by the grunt and perceived scowl that was on his face. He wondered what about, the other boy didn't seem the to be happy, and he was alone. Maybe he had a tortured past? But he himself had one and was happy, Hmmm. This is a matter worth looking into a bit later, he thought. "Anywho! Hey! Where’d ya get that big thing on your back? Do you know how to use a sword? Who taught you? Can they teach me too?" he would say, slighty spitting the apple he had just bitten into, all the while leaning forward, every question asked earnestly.
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Post by Dai on Sept 19, 2016 1:52:45 GMT
Dai pause at the boy's question. It seemed a decent enough answer, if a little thick headed. Frown growing deeper, the new Genin's reverie would be interrupted by a nearby salesperson. Accepting the thrown apple with a slight surprise, he would reflect on the man's phrasing. Friend? That was odd to Dai. It had been a long time since he'd been called that, and it was odd to think of himself as having that status. He'd just met the boy, and was perturbed by his personality, but it gave Dai a strange feeling. As a child he'd been quiet and not spoken to many people. Even after breaking free from this, he wasn't exactly popular. Wandering alone also wasn't receptive to winning friends. Would this boy be his first? The frown on Dai's face moved from one of annoyance to contemplation, and he would behave more gently at the boy's next question.
It seemed the boy, like every godamned Kiri ninja Dai knew of, wanted to use a sword. Understandable in a village renowned for Kenjutsu and legendary swordspeople, a grin came over his face. "A sword, eh? I figure it'd transfer over." He mused. At the question of who taught him, the first grin Dai had seen would come across Dai's face. "Well, matter of fact.." He began, rubbing his shirt with his knuckles. "I taught myself. I could probably give you a few pointers." He explained. Of course, Dai wasn't overly proficient in using his weapon, and he was far from any kind of master. His estimation that anything but a curved broadsword would be similar to his scythe was also overly confident, but the Washi wasn't exactly known for his deep thinking.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2016 0:55:22 GMT
Aiki listened to Dai, expecting him to say something along the lines of him having a grandmaster, like how he grew up with his father: The foremost Aikido practitioner. It was then understandable that the ever cheerful boy was slightly disappointed, even though the Washi boy was obviously confident in his abilities. He did smile though, and Aiki was at least happy about that, since Dai had done nothing but scowl and frown since they met. He figured that there must be some merit to what he was saying, but nonetheless, Aiki was not convinced. “Hmmm. So you don’t have no master? You are a ninja right, I thought young ninja had to have a sensei to watch out for them.” Aiki spoke his mind freely, “I can’t see how you’d be very good with that thing without a master.” He began to pace around his peer, eyeballing the large weapon. “I mean look at that thing, it’s the size of you!”
Aiki then took several steps back, “Alright, I guess if you can get me to say ‘uncle’ I’ll let you show me whatcha know.” With that, the smile faded from the young boys face, and his eyes would seemingly glaze over as he stared at Dai. When Aiki was prepared to have a match, it would be the only thing in the world to him, in that moment. He then took up a traditional aikido stance, and a heavy chakra pressure would bear down on the surrounding area, one that no one would expect from such a happy-go-lucky person, or a child for that matter.
Although Aiki had no formal ninja training, his father was a monster when it came to chakra control, as it formed the basis of the Aikido style he used. As such, it was beaten into him every single day. He had no ninjutsu to speak of, but his chakra control was second to none, and his taijutsu combination style of drunken fist and aikido was a force to be reckoned with, even at such a young age. The pink haired boy would stare deeply into Dai, awaiting his move.
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Post by Dai on Sept 21, 2016 7:17:55 GMT
Even Dai had to admit that Aiki made a good point. Most young ninja did have a sensei of some description, unless they were just that damn good-and even Dai knew he wasn't. "Well, I kind' expectations just got here." He explained. "Don't even have a headband." He continued, gesturing to his empty forehead. Dai would not, however, accept the next point that was made. The suggestion that he was unskilled at using his pride and joy? Now that was too much. His negative atmosphere had mostly faded by this point, but it returned in force. His teeth started grinding, and a very dark look would cross Dai's features. It wouldn't have mattered if God himself had called Dai weak, he was going down. "Weak?" He asked. The two boys had just met, and the Washi still fancied the idea of them being friends. He had just had to set down some ground rules, and establish how he would and would not be talked to. Besides, didn't ninja learn about each other and grow closer through combat or something? Either way, fighting's fun.
With this, he would pull the scythe from his back and twirl it expertly. Rotating violently, it would eventually protrude to the side, before Dai placed it over his shoulders, holding it effortlessly. That little maneuver had nearly killed him several times, but Dai would be damned if he'd admit it. Naturally, he retained the same arrogant grin he usually wore in combat throughout. "You're on." He challenged. After these words left Dai's mouth, he noticed a sudden and immense change come over the formerly benign boy. So profound it was almost physical, the boy felt the atmosphere itself change. Whoever this boy was, he was strong, and that excited Dai, his grin growing positively feral. "Hope you're ready to get your ass whooped." He'd taunt. With this, the teen charged forward, both hands clutching his scythe. With a rapid swing, he would aim to cleave at Aiki. An upward diagonal sweep, if it connected, it would no doubt cut deeply into the boy's torso. Although not likely fatal, were Aiki to step forward, he would no doubt find himself bisected. Dai had heard Kirigakure ninja had a penchant for violence and a love of murder. He intended to fit right in.
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The happiest boy in Kiri, stood emotionless as he watched Dai twirl his large weapon, with it landing somewhat gracefully on his shoulder. Aiki could tell that Dai was an emotional child, be it anger, cockiness, or the like. Generally a fatal flaw is battle, another thing drilled into him by his father. His thoughts further affirmed by the devilish grin that swept across Dai’s face. With a small taunt, the young ninja was off, both hands on his scythe. The Muscles in aiki’s legs contracted, a sudden augmentation coursing through them. The pink haired boys style changed suddenly, from aikido to drunken fist. He swayed to the side dodging Dai’s swing, the chakra in his legs him keeping him grounded. The swing itself would barely miss, and when past him, Aiki would explode with a great step towards dai, whose arms were likely above him now.
The distance between them closed, Aiki attacked the inside left armpit of dai, chakra now built up in his knuckles, aiming to render that arm useless by way of dislocation or at least harm it by dealing a savage blow to it. Upon impact, the young master of aikido’s stance would change again, with a seamless blend of the martial arts. Aiki’s mind had already taken into account the weight of the scythe, and how it altered the Other boys center of gravity, and as such he grabbed Dai by the chest, and pushed while simultaneously sweeping his back leg behind the Washi, who was sure to be off balance from such a wild swing. The sweep should knock Dai to the ground with power enough to knock the wind from him, in which case Aiki would blow back and land several feet from the young man.
Aiki knew In his mind that there was not a boy alive that could outmatch him in taijutsu combat, and he would make sure that Dai knew this. Sure, Dai had a weapon, but part of mastering Aikido is knowing how to take weapons or parry them if possible. For Aiki, this seemed simple enough, Dai took wild swings, with a large weapon, they were inherently fast, but were they to connect, it would not bode well for him.
By now, the villagers had stopped to watch. This was, formerly, the Blood mist village, and most hadn’t forgotten that. A show like this was rare now-a-days, so they would all stop to watch two up-and-comers battle it out.
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Post by Dai on Sept 26, 2016 8:39:18 GMT
It seemed this kid was no rookie, which suited Dai perfectly. Perplexingly, the boy began to move as if he were drunk, swaying like no respectable shinobi should. Perhaps that was the key to the boy's happiness, perpetual intoxication? It would suit his homeless status rather well. Smashed or not, it still posed a threat to Dai, who now found himself with the boy in his guard. Any sane shinboi would've taken the hit, very few would be skillful enough to evade it. But the Washi was not orthodox by any means, and although pure skill wouldn't get him out of it, his sheer knuckleheaded determination just might. Throwing himself backward, moving with his own momentum, the boy would bend backwards, evading Aiki's own attack, and promptly be sent flying backwards uncontrollably, done by his own jump, which enabled him to evade the remainder of his opponent's combo. This maneuver was far from orthodox, and sent Dai uncontrollably flying backwards, nearly flipping over and skidding along the ground on his rear end, being, by all means, idiotic. Nonetheless, he'd evaded the attack, and retained his insufferable grin. Eventually stopping, Dai would spring back to his feet-satisfied with his own evasion-and prepare to launch another attack. Most around them were muttering, this fight seeming amateurish on Dai's part. Naturally, he failed to notice. In his own mind, he'd pulled off an enormously advanced and cool maneuver, and was now ready to move on. Running towards Aiki once again, Dai would launch another attack, this time using a thrusting maneuver, pushing his scythe on a horizontal angle towards the pink haired boy. Not bothering to slow down, he would skid forward regardless, perhaps into Aiki's next trap. (Item posted for prior reference) Reaper Weapon/Item Rank: N/A Tool Weapon/Item Owner: Dai Washi Weapon/Item Description: A large weapon, 5'2 in length, it is forged from a black metal, with both the body and blade being comprised of this material. Chakra receptive, the user is capable of flowing their elemental chakra through it, increasing its power in a myriad of ways, depending on the release, as well as using it to orchestrate or use various jutsu. The tips are purple in coloration, with two large blades on the edge, the top one lrighty large than the bottom. On the back of this weapon is a much smaller spike, not curved at all, but rather as a snare for careless opponents. Somewhat heavy, its efficiency is dependent upon the physical strength of the user. Weapon/Item History: (This is optional).
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2016 23:06:47 GMT
With sheer luck, determination, skill, or any combination of the three, Dai had avoided Aiki’s attack altogether. Which surprised the boy to say the least. He watched as Dai slid on his buttocks across the ground, still with the same grin as before. The pink haired boy would regain his aikido stance while this happened, assuming that Dai would take again be the aggressor in this fight. By now the villagers had begun to snicker, the two boys were putting on more of a circus act than a real fight. Neither boy could really be called a ninja, nor did the crowd think so and they slowly begin to trickle off. This wouldn’t bother Aiki, if he had even noticed, for he was too involved in the matter at hand: seeing whether or not Dai would be a suitable “sensei.”
Dai stood, and then immediately charged again, this time thrusting his weapon instead of swinging it as he had last time. It would not make a difference to Aiki, however. Aiki could see that Dai did love his weapon, but it seemed to him as though he had not thought of it yet as an extension of his own body. This made his attacks fairly easy to avoid and predict. That being said, it was a large weapon with deadly capabilities, Aiki could not afford to be careless. Aiki would dart to the side, avoiding the attack expertly, and setting up his own. Dai would slide across the ground, leaving himself wide open for Aiki to attack. Not being one to throw away a good opportunity, he would capitalize of the youths mistake. Aiki would move swiftly to Dai’s left flank, crouch and let a vicious sweep rocket from beneath him. The sweep would aim for the Washi boys hind leg, the back of the knee to be more precise. If it were to connect Dai’s leg would buckle, causing his weight to shift backwards, only to be met with a second kick. The second kick would come with equal vigor, but this time aimed for the side of Dai’s head. Aiki’s shin would swing violently headed to connect with the jawline of his opponent, which would more than likely leave him unconscious, or at the very least stunned.
Regardless of whether his kicks were successful, the pink haired boy would glide across the ground away from Dai. He knew that to be within the scythes range was dangerous, and would prefer not to give him an opportunity to use it correctly. This time however, he would take a drunken fist stance. Aiki stood, swaying to and fro, awaiting the end result of his actions.
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Post by Dai on Sept 27, 2016 4:56:09 GMT
Once more, Aiki moved with great proficiency, which annoyed Dai. His 'expert' attack was evaded, and the boy was unable to beat momentum a second time. Trying to halt himself, focusing chakra into the ground, Dai's control would prove too abysmal. Blowing himself off the ground slightly, Dai would grit his teeth. Shit. Dai would think to himself, desperately trying to bring himself back under control, before he was struck in the back of the knee. Despite not touching the ground, the impact would still trigger a reaction. Leg bending at the impact, the Washi would promptly be struck in the jaw with a devastating kick, stunning him slightly. For such a small guy, Aiki could hit damn hard. Sent flying by it, Dai would loose control of his scythe, the weapon flying from his grasp. With this, the would-be ninja was sent hurtling through the air a short distance. However, for all his incompetence in the ninja arts, in spite of all his poor decisions, Dai did have one thing going for him. He was tough as hell. Saluting through the air, the albino would land in a crouch, grinning maniacally. His weapon was a distance away, but Dai was not yet finished. It just slowed me down anyway. With his pride and joy promptly dismissed, he would make a quick set of handseals, before lightning chakra started to coarse through his right arm. Invisible, Aiki would not notice any difference, unless he happened to possess some kind of chakra sensing abilities. Dai didn't bother to wonder whether his opponent would be perturbed or even confused at his resilience and, yet again, ran forward, arms extended behind him. If his weapon failed him, he would resort to Taijutsu. The confrontation was to continue, the people around now watching mostly for amusement, rather than genuine interest. Shocking Grasp D-rank Ninjutsu A simple technique, with this, the user is capable of focusing Raiton chakra into the palm of their hand. Invisible, when the user touches their opponent, a strong current will be released, burning their body mildly.
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Post by Mist NPC on Sept 27, 2016 5:28:07 GMT
NPCs Used: Kazu Hidoi Current Operative: Diver Unbeknownst to the two boys, their fight had attracted the attention of more than just civilians. As it happened, Kazu was in the area, and was watching the two boys from a distance, most bemused. It was increasingly rare for shinboi to be seen brawling openly in the street, and Kazu was most displeased about it. He wasn't exactly a fan of the Washi Guy's new policy of a strong, united Kirigakure-he thought it was more a boring, stale village. He hadn't minded the anarchy as much as others, and had got a few good fights in. To him, it was closer to what Kirigakure was about than this fake Konoha shit they had going on now. Of course, he was nothing like that Satoshi guy. He'd seen the bodies, he'd even fought him once. That guy was godamned scary, even for him. It was apparent that the two guys fighting were absolute rookies, and although he wouldn't have looked twice during the golden years, Kazu took what he could get these days. It did warm his frigid heart-just a little-to see the youth of Kirigakure fighting in the streets once again, and Kazu almost regretted the fact that he'd probably kill them both. As the freaky one with the white hair ran forward, Kazu would also spring into action. Moving with the honed speed of an advanced shinobi, the Special Jonin would vanish from his spot in the street, and reappear between the boys. It was doubtful either of them could've followed his movement, and the sycthe wielding kid would find a red-haired shinboi blocking his path. Hammer already in hand, he would slam it down between them, a shockwave, laced with icy air, erupting from the point of impact. From here, ice would spread along the ground, reaching to near Aiki's feet, traveling an identical distance the other way. Most people in the crowd looked very uncomfortable, Kazu radiated killer intent, and it was apparent he wasn't playing around. "Well, well, what do we have here?" He taunted, lifting his hammer over both his shoulders, using only one hand. "I hate to say it boys, but you're fucked now." He would explain. "Alright, that's enough of that." A cool voice would announce. Well, Diver hoped that it sounded dispassionate, but he often had a tendency to appear nervous. Regardless of what happened, his supervising officer always seemed to find some flaw in his mask, and it never ceased to annoy Diver. The Current operative, perched on a building nearby, wondered-once again-why he'd even accepted this job. He was ill-suited to the role, and never got any enjoyment out of it. The fact that he'd failed to watch some kid the Mizukage had taken a personal interest would earn him a chastising and a half. He'd just gotten a little distracted, that's all, and before he knew it the godamned kid had escaped. The fact that the kid had introduced himself as Dai Washi only made things worse. For all he knew he'd nearly let the Mizukage's nephew get killed. That'd be a couple of hundred laps of the training course. Backwards. On his hands. Groaning internally, none present would be perceptive enough to see through his facade. "You've had your fun, Kazu. Now leave them be." In a straight on fight, Diver would get slaughtered-he knew that, and Kazu knew that. He just hoped the guy had the sense not to antagonize Current. The top members would kill you five times before you hit the ground, and he doubted Kazu wanted to piss of the Mizukage any more than he already had. Kazu grunted. He would've enjoyed a good fight, but figured he could get his fix at the Coliseum. Those sons of bitches would get it today. "Fine." He explained. "But if I catch either of you two again, I will beat the shit out of you." He clarified. Just as he was about to take his leave. But the Current motioned with his head. Annoyed, Kazu pondered for a few moments. "Oh, the shitty scythe." He realized. It must've been frozen over. Hammer still in one arm, Kazu would walk over and pry it free from the ice with no effort. Holding it with one hand, he would analyze it for a few moments. "Not bad. Wasted on a snot-nosed runt like you." He bemoaned, before tossing it at the boy, not caring if he was maimed or not. With a grunt, the red haired man would vanish, leaving nothing but a small amount of mist to indicate he'd ever been there. Diver sighed internally, and leapt down to the two boys, taking care not to step on the ice. When he was behind Dai, he would stand at attention once more. "If you will, sir." He offered, hoping to get this madness over with. Wind of Winter Weapon/Item Rank: S Weapon/Item Owner: Kazu Hidoi Weapon/Item Description: A Warhammer that is five feet in length, it is adjourned with a bluish tip, and a thick white handle. Although simplistic in design, it is far from weak in battle. 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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2016 6:57:07 GMT
After Dai was struck by Aiki’s kick, and launched from his current spot, the weight of his Aura would vanish, and the smile would return to his face. In his mind the fight was over, he had successfully landed a blow against his opponent. Unfortunately Dai’s mind did not seem to operate that way, as really any shinobi’s would, and the strung a set of seals together. Aiki watched earnestly as he did this, he knew not a single jutsu, and had only seen a few in his life. His childish mind was moving at a million miles an hour, wondering what type of grand jutsu dai would use to attack him. Rather disappointingly, nothing obvious happened when Dai finished, leaving Aiki confused. “Hey! Something is supposed ta happen when you do that hand stuff!” He would call out to his peer, who by now had begun to charge at him. In response Aiki began to funnel chakra into his legs, planning on jumping onto a nearby vendor’s roof. He didn’t have any interest in fighting Dai again, since he was proven to be less experienced with his scythe. In a flash of red, suddenly a man appeared between the two boys. "So fast…" Aiki would utter, and before he even finished, the hammer wielding man struck the ground. Ice would then appear to race across the ground in both directions, causing Aiki to initiate his previous plan of jumping onto the roof behind him. Aiki was unsure of who this man was, but he was sure of one thing: he wasn’t here for fun and games. The red haired newcomer aura emanated a killing intent so vile, it might turn someone’s stomach.
Aiki knew that he wouldn’t leave unscathed, and fell back into his fighting mode, his weighted aura coming down to mix with Kazu’s. He would look to Dai, and nod, as if to say “let’s do it.” The man spoke crudely and vulgarly, stating that the boys were screwed. If I use that, im sure we can create an opening. Aiki thought. He was referring to the technique in which his clan’s last name was derived. Yanai. A perfect blend of aikido and drunken fist, and nearly 100% lethal. He had never used it in a real battle before, but there was a first time for everything.
Just as quickly as the conflict arose, it was over. Yet another man had appeared, and told the red haired man, apparently Kazu, to relax. In what appeared to be a reluctant okay, the man agreed. Not before warning that if he met with aiki and Dai again, he would give them a beating. Which probably was pretty accurate. Kazu then walked to the scythe and broke it effortlessly from its icy cage, before mumbling something and throwing it at Dai. In a similar manner to his appearance, he vanished, leaving nothing but a wisp behind. Aiki calmed down again, and grabbed his head, “Ah c’mon! Going back and forth like that is gonna give me a headache.” He would say in a slightly annoyed tone of voice. It was then that the second man jumped from his post, and landed near Dai, addressing him as “sir.”
Aiki, too, would jump from his perch careful to avoid the ice. He saw that the man had a mask on, which meant to Aiki that he was a strong guy too. In a typical childish manner, Aiki would then remember that the Kazu wielded a weapon, far better than Dai had, and he ran to Diver, “Hey hey hey, who was that ? He was so cool, was he a ninja? Can he use swords too?” Aiki was near the point of swooning, he had never seen someone so strong or proficient with a weapon before. Not even waiting for a reply he turned to Dai, with a sort of shit-eating grin on his face, “Hey, maybe you should learn from that guy, too. Seems he handles your scythe better than you do.” He finished it off with a chuckle, he was obviously poking fun at his new friend. Aiki then turned back to diver with a childish aura about him, waiting for the response to his questions.
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