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Post by —moodz™ on Mar 14, 2009 4:23:21 GMT -5
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First impressions are |ear|-|rell|-|a|-|vent| when you are apparently on another level of status than the questioning stranger. Why would we care about what the hell you think? That is the cliché mindset of one who's cockiness could soon prove to be his or her inevitable downfall. Cliché was getting too familiar, and it only lead him to become more independent over the past couple of years. The coolest? He was indeed the pure essence of coolness, and the fact he would never tell you that proves it more. Conceded? He was far from it. Though he had every reason to be so; how many people his age were considered elite in their village, respected by a majority of their peers, and living their dream? Those numbers are once again, |ear|-|rell|-|a|-|vent|. His status among Kiri's populace was all that really mattered anyways.
Each step he took lead him further and further from his house. His destination was the local Academy, home to the shinobi faction dedicated to the preserving and educating children with the aspiration of becoming a shinobi; the true way of a ninja. He himself had went through this process at one time in his life, and because of it he grew to become a Jōnin. Now, it was time for him to place all of his knowledge into the next generation of upcoming shinobi. To think, their minds could be molded to whatever way he saw fit, it was ultimate power if any. The children would become the leaders years from now, thus childhood was the main foundation that aligned one to become either a great hero, or a great villain.
The Academy was now in view, though the area was densely covered in a deep mist. One got used to such a climate after living there for so long, so he thought nothing of it as he approached the school with his hands in his pockets. His footsteps walked along a rhythm set by his heart beat. It was rhythmical, lyrical, but only to the keen ear for the true sound of music. [Excuse his thought process. Shinzui thinks outside of the box which tends to drift off into needless digression that the average reader is not commonly fond of.] He saw the weather as good fortune, since his worse days always set under the burning sun, he truly hated it. Would it remain cloudy? That was the question he asked himself as his steps slowed.
He found himself at the building now, memories flooding his head like a massive overload of data into a hard-drive. These weren't all good memories, but memories they were. Thinking of the look on his mother's face as he entered the corridors of this building, it made him chuckle lightly to himself as he stood before the entrance. Almost the slightest hesitation told him to turn back and go home, possibly to come back later. Another part of him, luckily the more influential part, pushed him forward. His hands pressed against the doors as he entered. The warmth within the inner halls of the building literally blew viciously at him as he quickly entered, the doors closing behind him. Now to regain his bearings and sense of direction.
"Hello?" [/center]
1st Impression Good Enough? Q R Quality>Quantity [/blockquote][/color]
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Post by LIVEnSPIRALS on Mar 14, 2009 14:42:53 GMT -5
"LISTEN HERE, TORANTO--!!"
The thunderous voice of a man roared down the halls, seemingly rattling the entire building. Standing a few feet in front of the entrance were two individuals. On the left was a giant of a man, standing well over six feet. While the man looked as if he was up there in years his body was that of a hardened warrior. To the right was a much younger and shorter man. His head was cocked to the side with his arms folded over his chest, clearly uninterested in whatever the man was telling him.
"DO YOU REALIZE HOW MANY STRINGS I HAD TO PULL TO GET YOU THIS JOB!?
[/I] IF IT WEREN'T FOR ME YOU'D PROBABLY BE ROTTING IN PRISON !!" the elderly man barked, his rage clearly displayed on his face. His nose flared, his teeth gritted, and it looked as if he was ready to slam his fist upside the younger man's head. "Yeah. Okay, ojiisan 1...," Toranto sighed as he was forced to listen to yet another one of his grandfather's lectures. He got it. The man called in a couple of favors to get him let off with community service. He appreciated it, but that didn't mean he was going to enjoy being forced to spend his time with those snot-nosed brats. Shifting his eyes to the entrance he narrowed his eyes on Shinzui. "...I didn't know we had a clown coming in today." "BOY ARE YOU LIST--clown?" the randomness of Toranto's statement seemed to dumbfound his grandfather. A look of utter confusion wiped across his face before turning his head to see what Toranto was talking about. Blinking a few times the man stared at Shinzui before letting out a low chuckle. "You must be that kid Rise-chan was talking about. Welcome. Welcome. What can I do for you today?" he asked with a large grin on his face, almost as if the anger he was expressing only seconds ago was never there. Ojiisan -- Translates to grandfather. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
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Post by —moodz™ on Mar 14, 2009 15:40:50 GMT -5
Over-Powering
Humans are quite the strange group of organisms. They are run by power, excelling with the goal of overpowering others around them. It was only human nature that one feel obligated to either show how much better they are compared to someone else, or possibly make that a point through clear force. Being a shinobi is considered a very powerful position in a village, so there was no doubt that some fools would use that power in the wrong way.
Entering the building once again made him feel like a child, lost and confused as to what they should do next. He didn't really feel that way the first time he entered these doors, but oddly enough, he did now. He looked from one side to the next, almost as if the two arguing didn't even exist. Of course, that wasn't true, so a quick double take brought his attention to them. Someone was obviously in trouble, but upon slowly approaching the two, the visage of the one being verbally punished became clear. Shinzui simply raised a brow as he placed his hands upon his hips. Toranto; they should have called him trouble since thats all he was apparently good for. He dreaded their meetings because it was always the same thing, a roast session. They were the same age, thus they both graduated at the same time, so that only meant Shinzui has dealt with him for a number of years.
A clown, eh? He was always quick to talk, and it was his mouth that got him in the predicament he was in now. Oh, he knew very well that Toranto recently had a "accident" which ended with the demise of two civilians. It was possibly due to Shinzui's pacifist nature that he never got caught into those situations, and even still, there were other ways of dispatching a hot-headed civilian. He rolled his tongue under the roof of his mouth, the light suction noise created from the saliva seeping through the cracks of his teeth expressing his irritation for Toranto. "Clown?" Now this would be the perfect time to reverse his statement back at him in a way that would insult his intelligence. These types of reversals only had a short duration of time before the comeback would become pointless, and he couldn't think of a way to reverse it back at Toranto within that time limit so he chose not to.
The old man, Toranto's grandfather, apparently seemed to know Shinzui, though they had never really met. He nodded his head as he approached them, stopping within a four foot distance from the two. He smiled at the old man and continued to speak. "Thanks. I just came by because I figured the next group of Genin to graduate are going to be paired with a sensei..." His eyes quickly dashed over to Toranto, fully aware that his enthusiasm to actually teach the graduates would seem pointless and boring to one such as himself. "...and I just came to check up on them, see what I'm up against." There was nothing wrong with being cautious, especially since any Genin to actually become his students would be his first group. That meant he wouldn't have the experience or 'know how' on keeping the students in line without physically forcing their obedience. It was all a mind game anyways, thus the reason he wanted to make sure he knew what was to come.
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Post by LIVEnSPIRALS on Mar 14, 2009 16:22:23 GMT -5
Don't worry about her too much. She's just an NPC secretary for the Academy that I made up at the spur of the moment. Oh, and for you first question...that was a great first impression. _________________________________________________
Toranto's brow twitched as his grandfather so quickly dismissed him. Normally he would do anything to get out of one of the man's tedious tirades, but it was another story when the man up and decides to just ignore you. In this case, ignoring him for some clown posing as a shinobi. "Che," he muttered under his breath as remained where he was, knowing that any attempts to leave would only draw more unwanted attention from his grandfather.
"Ah, yes. You're the new Jōnin that was instated recently. Congratulations. My name is Mokushi Tōran. I'm the one in charge of running this facility," the elderly man announced as he took a few steps forward towards Shinzui, futher distancing himself from his grandson. As much as Toranto wanted to ignore this little conversation he just couldn't seem to do it. Especially not after hearing his grandfather claim that Shinzui had been promoted to the rank of Jōnin.
What the fuck..., he thought to himself as he tried to understand how such a tragedy could have happened. The two were the same age. They graduated at the same time. Yet somehow Shinzui had been promoted before him. Was he stronger than him? No. That was impossible. It was Toranto's destiny to become one of the Shinobigatana.
"It may be some time before this next group is ready. We just paired off the last of them yesterday. Though I don't see any harm in you meeting the next soon-to-be Genin," he said before looking over his shoulder. The cheerful expression that he had been showing to Shinzui seemed to melt away when he looked at his grandson. "Take him to see class 5-C," his words were stern and demanding, almost as if one were giving orders to a dog.
"Yeah, whatever...," Toranto said dismissively as he waved off his grandfather and started down the hall. "Oi, you coming or not?" he asked Shinzui without so much as looking back to see if he was following. Tōran simply shook his head as he watched his grandson rudely walk off.
"Please excuse my grandson's manners. He still has much to learn," Tōran apologized as he offered Shinzui a slight bow. "Oh, and when you finish with the kids stop by my office. Toranto should know where it is."
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Post by —moodz™ on Mar 14, 2009 17:29:25 GMT -5
Envious
Contrary to expressing one's status over another person through needless flaunting of accomplishments, the subject may well be one suffering from a case of envy. It is only natural a human being feel the need to want what they can't have, or possibly what they think they deserve more so than the present owner of such success. He didn't envy much since he had actually accomplished his goal of becoming a Jōnin, but that satisfaction brought haters like a ants to a picnic.
"I see..." He was unaware that the previous class had already been assigned designated Jōnin, so at the moment, he figured he would be waiting a long time. At least, about the only good note, he could get an idea of the type of genin he himself would be teaching, come the next group of graduates. He thought of the possibly candidates to fill those positions, and how they would react to Shinzui's teaching method; at least the one he figured he would apply.
Toranto was to be his tour guide? Wow, what were the odds of that? The subtle sarcasm of that thought brought a smile upon Shinzui's face. So there was at least one person who's authority actually meant something in the eyes of Toranto. He did as he was told and continued down the hallway as if he were about leave Shinzui behind anyways. Tōran's unnecessary apology was accepted through a light nod. He was curious as to what Tōran had to say. "I'll be back soon then."
Following his statement, he quickly caught up with Toranto, following him with the same distance created when he first approached them. This time, he found himself behind, following the troublesome Toranto to 5-C. The room sounded familiar, but then again it had been years since he walked through these halls. He followed Toranto in silence for a moment as he slipped his hands into his pockets. Oh how Shinzui wished to poke fun at this, but he was too nice to do so. He closed his eyes.
"Why is it that 5-C sounds so familiar?" He thought about it, and figured a fellow classmate might know. Then again, he didn't expect Toranto to actually respond to his question due to the fact they didn't really get along. Even if the question were simply blown off, he would continue on following in silence ignoring that fact. His ears chose to listen to the sounds of classrooms in session because pure silence irked him when the situation didn't require the upmost stealth. Would that silence be broken, due to his question?.
Okay, cool. Q R n' Thanks
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Post by LIVEnSPIRALS on Mar 14, 2009 18:02:30 GMT -5
Looking over his shoulder back at Shinzui the Chūnin let out an amused huff before looking forward once again. Shaking his head Toranto remained silent for a moment, mulling over just how he wanted to answer such a question. "It's the room where all the graduating classes are taught," he said simply as he rounded a corner. "So of course it'd sound familiar. You graduated in that room," Toranto continued as he allowed a yawn to slip from him.
Glancing into some of the classes a slight smirk began to form as he watched the eyes of some of the younger kids light up at the sight of him. It would be a lie to say that he didn't enjoy having the kids fawning over him, and asking him to show off from time to time. He just couldn't do it for a living was all. Which was one of the main problems that his grandfather had with him.
"Tora-sempai!" one of the younger students called out from their class before being quickly silenced by their teacher. The rest of the class proceeded to bust out in laughter with the teacher threatening to shut them all up by force if she had to. Chuckling lightly to himself Toranto continued down the corridor before coming to a stop. The plate over head reading: 5-C.
Sliding the door open Toranto stepped into the classroom, causing many of the soon-to-be Genin to start whispering amongst themselves. The teacher, a middle-aged woman with her graying black hair tied in a low bun, looked at the Chūnin with a tilted head. "Is something wrong?"
"Nah. Gramps just wanted me to show this guy the class," he said thumbing back at Shinzui. "He's gonna end up being a sensei to three of them." At the mentioning of a future sensei the kids in the class all began to whisper among themselves as they awaited to see who their potential sensei could be.
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Post by —moodz™ on Mar 14, 2009 18:45:56 GMT -5
Admiration
This is the opposite reaction to Envy. Admiration is looked upon in different lights, from desperate, to humble. It is due to admiration he found himself in the position he is in now, a Jōnin. Sadly, some come off as followers with a lack of independence because they cling to their superiors and predecessors. Mostly children fall along these lines, but adults, however, do as well.
Shinzui nodded, not that Toranto would take notice to it, but it was an acknowledgment to his response to the question. They continued down the hallway, the sounds of a classroom bursting out into laughter because of one enthusiastic student. So it seemed there were people that looked up to Toranto. Was that a good thing, or a bad thing? Maybe he wasn't as troublesome as Shinzui remembered. Then again, he was sure that ego boost was what he needed to help him through the day.
Then, they stopped at a door. The plate above with 5-C engraved in it gave Shinzui that "principle's office" feeling as he stood behind Toranto. When the door opened, he felt the energy of youth already. When the two entered, the sounds of whispers grew louder as eyes peered his way. He didn't really look over to the class at the moment, choosing to give his attention to the teacher first. She looked familiar, but of course she would, seeing how they were in the same village.
About to respond to her question, Toranto quickly interjected which, in a normal situation would be rude, was fine by him since he was already questioning his reasons for being here in the first place. As he told her what Shinzui was here for, he felt at ease, looking off to his side at the class staring back at him. Some seemed unaware of his presence, some scowled at him, and others smiled grins of a lifetime. He crossed his arms and simply turned back to the teacher.
"Hey. My name is-" "-Shinzui. I know, welcome." So she was aware of him, but he still couldn't pin point how he knew her. He nodded, and as he did, he got a quick scan of her full figure, thus analyzing and bringing back vivid memories of their encounter. She was there when he was instated to his new position. He didn't ask for her name, but simply chose to get on with business. "Thanks. I just came to get an idea of the kids graduating next." It was obvious his voice lowered to a whisper only audible to her and Toranto.
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Post by LIVEnSPIRALS on Mar 14, 2009 19:11:22 GMT -5
The teacher's eyes seemed to widen slightly for a moment after Shinzui explained why he had decided to pay this little visit. "Well, this is rare," she told him as she offered him a smile. "Typically the Jōnin just look at each of the students' files after they've been assigned to the team. This is one of the first times that one has come to meet the class personally beforehand," she went on to explain further to him. "I'm impressed."
Turning his back to the two of them Toranto faced the class and crossed his arms. His eyes scanned over the room as he noted some of the kids that he recognized. A blue haired student nudged the boy next to her after whispering and pointing to Toranto and Shinzui. The boy simply looked at her for a moment before shaking his head. The girl swiftly stomped on the boy's foot causing him bang on the desk, and growl at her. "Alright fine," he muttered to her before standing up and pointing at Toranto. "Sempai, who would win in a fight? You or that guy?" he asked pointing to each person respectively. A swift silence swept over the class as they all looked at the boy, and then turned their attention on the two men. In an instant ther murmoring began once again as they debated amongst themselves as to who they believed would win in a fight.
A blank look crossed over his face after the question was asked. These kids were blunt. That's for sure. Blinking a few times he looked over his shoulder at the teacher and then to Shinzui. "Sounds like the kids would like a show," she said with a slight giggle. "It'd be good for them to see how a real battle looks like," she added on in an attempt to coax them on. To be honest, she just didn't really feel like teaching today and watching them fight was sure to be amusing.
"Sounds good to me. I was getting tired of sitting around here doing nothing," Toranto would say as he took a few steps back. "Besides, who am I to deny the wishes of the children?"
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Post by —moodz™ on Mar 14, 2009 19:54:39 GMT -5
Curiosity
They say "curiosity killed the cat", but in fact, curiosity is what has brought man kind to the state it is now. Had no one wondered if it were possibly to build a raft to swim to one side of a river to the next, would the world really be able to progress and expand their horizons? One would think not. The key is to actually be curious about something that will benefit one's life.
She was impressed, maybe he did the right thing coming here today. Being the type of person he was, he had trouble judging who to choose through mere files. The words on those papers were simply stats and what they have accomplished, but it had little to do with them as a person, and he knew that better than most. He nodded as he continued on, not paying much attention to Toranto at the moment. "Thank you. This class actually brings back memories for me, heh."
The sound of a struggle to his left obviously drew his attention to the class, totally cutting off his thought process. The question came off as a surprise, but something so silly should be expected from children. Shinzui tilted his head slightly as he eyed the curious student for a moment. Toranto looked at him, and all Shinzui could do was chuckle lightly under his breath with a trademark smirk. Like they would actually fight over the curiosity of a group of Academy students, how ridiculous.
Too bad it seemed the majority found it such a great idea. He rose a brow as he looked back over at the teacher who agreed with this spar. Then, as expected, Toranto accepted the challenge. Typical, he was always seeking trouble, but this time he chose the wrong person. Thinking of his options, of his reputation, and the fact that three of these children would be his students, he could not deny this challenge. "Fine." The children then cheered at his response, ready to witness a fight.
He carried his weapons and tools on him every where he went because, being a shinobi, you are pretty much on patrol once you step foot out of your compound. Still, this was a simple spar, nothing more, so he saw no need to unsheathe the katana upon his back. He placed his hand upon the hilt however, just to get the an "oohh" from the crowd, but he teased which gave an "aahh" in its place. He slowly approached the opposite side of the classroom directly before Toranto who awaited him.
"Don't go too hard on me, To-to." The taunt signaled his readiness for this spar. He slid his feet shoulder's width apart, allowing his arms to dangle at his sides. With a quick snap of the head, he released the tension in his neck which would make things much more comfortable for him. Then, he slid his left foot forward thus lowering himself as his right knee bent to support his weight. Then, both hands raised to chest level, open palmed as he snorted lightly and grinned. Was Toranto really ready for him? "Your move".
Time For Some Action Q R
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Post by LIVEnSPIRALS on Mar 14, 2009 23:32:58 GMT -5
When Shinzui agreed to go along with the math an arrogant smirk slipped across Toranto's face as he put even more distance between the two of them. Rolling his neck he followed with a few stretches to loosen himself up a little, all the while keeping his eyes on the so-called Jōnin. The students were practically going crazy at this point. While it wasn't uncommon for students to go out to the training fields to watch other shinobi train this fight would be interesting to say the least. Many were placing bets amongst themselves as to who would be the victor of this bout and others simply watched on eagerly.
The smirk just seemed to grow wider from the reactions of the students. He wasn't gonna lie. Toranto was a show off, and he loved to perform in front of a crowd. Besides this was a perfect chance to see just how strong he had become over the years. It'd also help him determine whether or not his theory about his grandfather interferring with his promotion were true or not.
"Tch," Toranto spat at Shinzui's little taunt. Slapping his hand on his left shoulder a large puff of smoke erupted, causing the students to gasp in surprise. As the smoke dissipated Toranto would be revealed holding a nodaichi in his hand. Placing right hand on the hilt of the blade he swiftly withdrew the weapon. Dropping the sheathe to the ground he spun around on his heels, and made two quick slices at the wall before charging towards it. In the following instant he would bust through the walls of the Academy leaving even more smoke to linger in the air. Running deeper into the field that surrounded the school he turned around and looked back at Shinzui. "Like hell I'd fight you in such a small room!" he called out to him as he spread his legs apart and rested the blade of his nodaichi on his shoulders. "Now c'mon. I don't have all day to make you look even more like a clown."
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Post by —moodz™ on Mar 15, 2009 0:40:26 GMT -5
Coping
Coping is how the world has dealt with the roughest of situations. Life does not always present options, thus one must live with reality. Sometimes, people are put into situations that they know deep down, they can't handle, so they cope by making things more difficult for others. Sadly, sometimes it is successful, the gain off of another's loss. He was used to coping with life's random shift of events, which has made him the Jōnin he is today.
So he thought he had some skill apparently. Shinzui simply watched as he did his magic show for the students, as if the show would make up for his lack of skill. So he was going to use a blade to defeat Shinzui? Shinzui didn't mind it, he liked the idea of the odds being against him, and that would just prove his point more. He revealed the blade, dropped the sheathe upon the ground, and then turned to the wall behind him. Shinzui tilted his head to the side as he watched patiently. "Hmm?"
With a blast, Toranto created a new exit in the class room. The teacher at Shinzui's side almost flipped a lid, but before she could stop the fight due to Toranto destroying her class room, Shinzui was gone. His form rushed through the smoke, hands clenched together. The students rushed from their seats and down towards the hole. When Shinzui appeared from the smoke, he wasn't alone. Three forms, two obviously clones, now stood before Toranto, each with their hands upon the hilt of their katanas.
"You're always blowing shit up." The whole blast of the wall was over-board, but once again, it did make things better in the end. Students stood in the background cheering on whoever they believed to be the better or more interesting shinobi. The teacher stood before them, an irritated look upon her face. Shinzui began to feel the adrenaline rush now, and it allowed a sly smirk to grow upon his face. He always loved a good fight, so he was fine with making the first move.
"Clown, eh?!" Each of the three images rushed towards Toranto, soon lining up one after the other. The first in line chose to rush forward before dropping to the ground, his form sliding, legs first, as his left foot aimed to kick one of Toranto's knees. The second rushed forward, a dust trail behind him, withdrawing his katana from the sheathe upon his back. The third broke off to the left, Toranto's right side, unsheathing his katana as well. The dust's trail then shifted. It went by so fast, which was the real Shinzui?
Bunshin no Jutsu Q R Two Clones
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Post by LIVEnSPIRALS on Mar 16, 2009 11:09:01 GMT -5
"Heh..."
A dark smirk threatened to slip across Toranto's face as he watched not one but three versions of Shinzui emerge out of the smoke -- all with their eyes set on him. Judging by the way that some of them were moving he could tell that this was no more than an elementary cloning technique. Which meant that only one of them possed any sort of threat to him. Now the only problem was figuring out which one was the real Shinzui.
He didn't have long to analyze them as they quickly moved into a line formation as they rushed at him. Having moved close enough the first Shinzui sprinted forward and attempted a sliding kick. Toranto's eyes quickly shifted to the ground behind the clone. The grass was unaffected by the apparent weight Shinzui would give off. The first one was a clone.
Dismissed.
His eyes then shifted to the feet of the second one. This one was rushing forward towards him while the third one broke to the left. His eyes shifted between the two, but he quickly noticed the small cloud of dust being kicked up by the second version of Shinzui.
Bingo.
Bouncing the blade off of his shoulder he lifted it over his head, raising the blade up over his head slightly. He was about to bring the massive blade down in a vertical slash that would be more than capable of cleaving the second Shinzui in half were he not to me. However, that's when he noticed that the dust had stopped. Or rather, it had shifted to the third Shinzui.
"Shit," Toranto spat as he quickly performed a diagonal slash towards the third, hopefully real, Shinzui. Since this version had withdrew his sword the chances were that he was going to block the attack if anything. Which would be more than enough proof that he was the real one. However, Toranto was prepared to protect himself should his observations have proven him wrong.
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Post by —moodz™ on Mar 16, 2009 11:55:52 GMT -5
Analysis
Only through true analysis of the field, the opponent, and the abilities at hand can one actually form a plan with the possibility of success. This doesn't even guarantee one's victory, but it rises the probability of such an outcome to arise where there once wasn't one. He himself was great at Analyzing the situation, and because of it, he has won a majority of his fights.
"Hmph." The second Shinzui leapt over the first, as the first dispersed into a puff of smoke. With his katana fully exposed, he made a chopping motion aimed to cut Toranto's shoulder blade. However, the observant Toranto, saw through his Academy leveled illusions, and aimed straight for Shinzui. The blade pierced through the clone nearly an inch from impact and continued towards Shinzui. Each blade clashed as they found themselves "checked", no more tricks from this point on.
"Oh, you caught me?" He stated this with a grin as his head tilted to the side. Immediately following this, he pushed forward allowing his blade to graze against Toranto's. Then, with nearly an inch of his blade from Toranto's hilt, he aimed to push the blade down which, in most cases, would inevitably force his hands towards the ground. Then, with his waist turned, arms pulled back, he would attempt to land a powerful elbow to the face before pushing back to protect himself from a counterattack.
This is all with the idea that his attempt would be accomplished. However, if the need arose, he would easily cope with any new situation. The children's excitement could reach no higher point than now, and that only brought a smile to Shinzui's face. What would Toranto attempt next? He was unsure at the moment of this, but he figured anything his Chuunin comrade could pull off, was something he himself could handle. The adrenaline rush was beyond exhilarating, he was ecstatic.
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Post by LIVEnSPIRALS on Mar 16, 2009 12:56:15 GMT -5
"Che!" Toranto grunted as their blades collided. The smirk that had started to form on his face grew wider and wider. The sounds of blades clashing; the grinding of the steel against steel. This was what he loved. This was why he wanted to become a shinobi. This was his primary reason for living.
Conflict. Battle. War.
These were the things that Kirigakure no Sato instilled into the minds of their Genin. They were not molding their youth to be caring and understanding individuals. No, that was far from the truth. Kirigakure no Sato, known for its brutal and often inhumane ways, was out to build a force of merciless killers. Aggression was often praised and at times brutality was rewarded. In the eyes of Kirigakure no Sato to show compassion and concern was a weakness. This was a goal that they accomplished well with Toranto.
"As if I could fall for some petty clown trick like that," he said as he placed his other hand on the hilt to steady his grip. His eyes glared intensely as he looked at Shinzui. For as long as he knew the guy he had always managed to piss him off. He wasn't sure why exactly, but that was just the way it was. Whatever the reason, Toranto would be more than happy to cover the field in his blood.
Feeling his blade being guided towards the ground Toranto's brow furrowed. Sucking his teeth jumped back as Shinzui spun around in a failed attempt to elbow him in the face. Drawing back his blade he attempted to impale his opponent with the six foot long blade. All the while the children in the background were cheering on.
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Post by —moodz™ on Mar 16, 2009 13:39:00 GMT -5
War
Sadly, war is an inevitable way of life. When people ban together and form a group, chances are there is rivalry towards another. This is only natural, and most of these rival matches lead to war and the death of many men and women; some cases, children. The Hidden Mist Village understood war well, and raised each upcoming shinobi to realize that fact. That even if it costs the life of a comrade, one must defeat the true enemy in order to bring some form of peace.
His attempt: failed. Still, though Toranto successfully pulled back from the elbow, Shinzui was still able to pin the blade down towards the ground for that quick moment. As the rather large blade slide back, grazing against his own, he figured he best step back as well. The length did grant Toranto a great amount of range, and though the blade would ultimately weigh more(thus slowing reaction time), he knew that Toranto wouldn't carry it unless he could use it precisely.
So, Shinzui pushed back, gaining a distance between the two. He attempted to judge Toranto's next movement, and being that thrusting the blade would require the least effort, compared to a swing perhaps, it came as no surprise to Shinzui that was his next move. Still, it was the method of avoiding the attack while creating an opening which was the problem. The blade was so long, he saw no other way of creating another opening like he did before. All he could do was skip back a few feet, quickly lifting his blade diagonally into a cross cut aimed to lift the blade up and out of the way.
"That blade. You compensating for sumthin'?" He grinned at his cocky remark, an attempt to piss Toranto off more. Since they found themselves upon the grass, as stated before, the soil would allow for his plan of action. He quickly stabbed the blade into the ground slanted. Following this, he jumped high enough to allow the bottom of his right shoe to touch the bottom of the hilt. Hands reached upon both sides of his body for opposing pockets. Kunai would be withdrawn in both hands, and as he pushed off the blade, he made motions into a backflip.
Upon reaching the halfway point, before he would inevitably land upon his feet successfully, he would fling each Kunai towards Toranto's path. The first kunai aimed for the Chuunin's chest, a location that would grant him much room to block the attack. The second would land upon the ground at a point close to the center of their line segment, however, a few feet closer to Toranto. The reason for his target location with the second Kunai? It had to do with the explosive pouch attached to the loop on the hilt of the blade. It would explode in a matter of seconds following its penetration of the ground.
As stated, it is true about Kirigakure no Sato and their method of training. Despite Shinzui being a rather nice and caring person, in battle, most things were thrown out of the window. If you couldn't cut it in battle, you were not fit to be a shinobi and might as well die, even in a spar. The Hidden Mist Village had went a long way since the years of the final graduation test Genin had to pass. The amount of children slaughtering each other for their right to become shinobi could not be measured. Today, it was not the same, but the bloodlust for battle still remained. Even Shinzui was a victim of a merciless lust for battle, so he would test just how much Toranto valued his life.
Two Kunai Q R One Go Boom Boom
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