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Post by LIVEnSPIRALS on Mar 16, 2009 15:12:25 GMT -5
Guess that this guy had some combat skills. Toranto would give him that much, but he still failed to see what the difference was in their skill levels. If this was how a Jōnin was supposed to fight then he wasn't impressed. Pulling the blade back to his body Toranto watched as Shinzui stabbed the earth with his sword, and used it as a ramp to launch himself into the air. Toranto's eyes narrowed on the man as he extracted the two kunai and launched them towards him. Two options presented themselves to him.
He could stand his ground and defend.
Or...
He could take up the offense and attack.
This wasn't really a hard choice for Toranto to make. He wasn't really the type to sit back and defend until his opponent grew tired. No, as his weapon would suggest, his primary focus was in attack. Moving to the left he managed to avoid the kunai that was meant to pierce into his chest, and quickly darted towards Shinzui. Noticing the second kunai had an exploding tag attached to it he quickly moved further off to the left as he rounded around towards Shinzui. As the explosion went off the ground rumbled and dirt began to rain down, causing the children to erupt with cheers of amazement.
Drawing closer to his target Toranto slashed horizontally, aiming to cleave Shinzui in two before he got a hold of his sword. With the speed at which he was moving he'd continue moving on a good couple of feet past where Shinzui was standing, and even if his attack missed he was well prepared for any kind of countermeasures that might be taken against him.
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Post by —moodz™ on Mar 16, 2009 16:24:38 GMT -5
Skill
One must prepare for all possibilities. They must never be too dependent upon a weapon, and thats because that only limits their progress as well as means of defense. True skill comes from one who is well rounded, capable of being put into any situation and getting out of it; similar to coping. However, the difference is, one can change a situation through skill where as coping is merely a facade placed to cover up the fact one is in pure denial of their fate.
The explosion only forced the opponent to move over to the side, which wasn't really what Shinzui was hoping for. Still, he was on his feet now, capable of moving around, but it seemed Toranto found himself close enough to execute a second attack. His eyes widened as he watched the blade approach his form so swift, he found it hard to believe it was actually two times the size of his own blade which was now too far to see as a means of defense.
No, in any normal situation, he would be utterly screwed due to the fact the distance Toranto had created limited his chances of skipping back to avoid the six foot long blade. Some children gasped, obviously voting for Shinzui, while the others cheered on for Toranto. The teacher, being one who obviously had a background full of experience, didn't even flinch at the possible thought of Shinzui falling at this very moment. Then, the clash of steel against steel sounded.
He hadn't moved from his location, but his hands did. Nearly perfect reaction time, he managed to lift his right hand into the air clenched into a fist. His head, slightly tilted to the side, as his left eye closed, a flinch. The blade made contact with the steel plated glove he wore with his shinobi attire. "Too Slow." He said this as he began heavily breathing, but he knew very well that this battle was meant for him to win despite his slight fatigue. He eased up from this point on.
Then, he pushed the blade back, creating a time lapse for him to avoid a following attack. This once again gained him more distance, as well as a means of getting closer to his katana. This battle was wavering a bit longer than he wanted, and it appeared as though the teacher didn't seem really interested in stopping the fight; the children definitely wanted more. He figured he would continue on, jumping back further, avoiding any more attacks made by Toranto's blade.
"You should back down Toranto. Wouldn't want to be the one to tell your grandfather you lost a limb." More taunting, as if he was asking for Toranto's rage to be fully fixated upon him. "I bet, all of my yen, that those kids over there could beat you just as easily as I can." Some children laughed. This was the best comedy to Shinzui. It was funny how his personality totally changed when in battle, especially with a rival such as Toranto. His hand touched the hilt of his blade.
"Yea...I bet."
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Post by LIVEnSPIRALS on Mar 16, 2009 17:13:24 GMT -5
Letting out a light huff as Shinzui managed to barely defend against his attack Toranto's momentum kept him moving forward. Even with Shinzui pushing against the blade he simply used that to alter his own momuntum by rotating his body to cause him to spin around for a second attack. Unfortunately he had moved within that time span so the attack ended up missing. No matter, the attack also served as a defensive measure to cover his exposed back.
Lifting the blade up once more Toranto rested it on his should as he watched Shinzui move futher away from him. As he listened to the taunts that were shot his way they would have an adverse affect on him. Instead of fueling his rage they brought a smile to his face. When the children erupted in laughter he did as well. "He has jokes," Toranto said laughingly as he reached into his half open kimono shirt. The smile instantly wiped away as a dark and sadistic express overtook his face. "Only thing you need now is a red nose," he said as he applied pressure to the small bombs he had extracted. The fuse lit instantly as he chucked them in Shinzui's general direction.
As the small explosives drew closer to their targets they exploded in mid-air. All the while Toranto stood back and waited. He wanted to see just what his Jōnin 'superior' would do to avoid this attack. Toranto would make his next move depending on Shinzui's choice of defense.
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Post by —moodz™ on Mar 16, 2009 19:02:02 GMT -5
Decisions
Decisions are crucial in life, and can be the matter of life or death if the wrong decision is made. Sometimes, the wisest choice is usually one of the hardest to make, whether it be because of reputation, the loss for gain, or fear of the outcome. Sadly, decisions are a major part of being a shinobi. One must choose the wisest choice, even if its against every fiber of their being.
Whipping the katana to the side, removing dirt upon the blade, he quickly twisted his wrist before lifting the blade's tip to the opening of the sheathe upon his back, sealing it. He then crossed his arms and watched as Toranto responded to his joke. Soon however, that smile he wore faded as he strained his eyes slightly to get a visual of what it was he was holding. "Shit." They soared his direction, the fuse nearly complete. There was little time to come up with a proper scenario.
So, the explosion created a blast even bigger than his own pouch did. Oddly enough, it appeared as if he didn't even move from his location, so the question remained: did he make it? The blast was tremendous, but simultaneously with the blast, Toranto would most likely feel the slightest spray of water dissipating upon his neck. The smoke cleared as well, only to find Shinzui no longer stood where he once was. If he hadn't figured it out yet, Shinzui was now standing behind him.
Body Flicker, not commonly used for evasion purposes, was the move that saved his life. Of course, he could have always taken the normal approach and jumped back, due to the fact he had enough space to avoid the explosion, but he chose against the obvious. Soot stained the back of his flak jacket. He lifted his hand to the hilt upon his back, but didn't make a move to attack. He simply stood there silently, his head low, and his brow contorted. "Lets stop, they've seen enough."
Kiri Shunshin No Jutsu
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Close, no?
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Post by LIVEnSPIRALS on Mar 17, 2009 22:36:12 GMT -5
As the explosives drew closer to their target Toranto narrowed his eyes on his opponent. He was trying to spot any sort of movement that would give way to which way he was planning on avoiding the small bombs. Tapping the blade on his shoulder he could do nothing but wait at this point. Everything seemed to slow down as --
BOOM!!
BOOM!!
BOOM!! BOOM!!
BOOM!!
BOOM!!
The smirk on Toranto's face grew that much wider as he watched the explosions. The heat from the blasts washed over his face like a summer breeze. Flashes of red, orange, yellow, and black ignited in the air like unique fireworks. It was truly a sight to behold. A couple of "ooh"s and "ahh"s escaped from the would-be Genins' mouths as they watched the spectical. Toranto however was not so focused on that. His eyes shifted to the side as he heard Shinzui's footsteps as he rushed past him. Turning around slowly he faced his opponent with a cocky grin upon his face.
"End this? Were you not just taunting me only moments ago?" he asked mockingly as he looked down on his rival. An almost sadistic flame had sparked in his eyes as his bloodlust continued to rise. There was no way that he was going to stop now. This fight so far wasn't even fit to be called a spar. He had barely broken a sweat. "Don't tell me that the mighty Jōnin is tir-- eh?" the cocky grin, the look of bloodthirst all seemed to vanish in an instant. His eyes widened slightly as he looked into the hole that he had made in the building. A hulking shadow drew closer to the scene with a clear fire in its eyes.
"TORANTO--!!
[/i]" the thunderous roar of Tōran resounded through the ears of everyone within a twenty foot radius. Many of the students quickly scurried out of the way of the lumbering man, and the teacher attempted to explain the situation but was swiftly silenced by his glare. A silence befell area as he moved towards the two shinobi, his eyes locked intently upon his grandson. "What will it take for you to learn, boy?" his tone was cold and his expression was stern. If looks could kill then Toranto would be nothing but a mangled corpse right now. "Look. The students wanted to...," he started out saying to his grandfather. In an attempt to avoid his grandfather's glare he shifted his eyes up the the sky. A mistake that he would soon come to regret. In the blink of an eye Tōran's body seemed to disappear. Toranto's eyes shifted down to the ground, but it was not the ground his eyes would see. Staring up at him would be the piercing stare of his grandfather as a muscle bound arm rocketed towards his chest. In seconds Tōran's massive palm slammed into Toranto's chest. The force of the impact could be heard as a loud thud echoed across the entire field. Toranto's eyes widened as his mouth dropped. His eyes slowly shifted from his grandfather, to the students, to Shinzui as his breathing wavered. His grip around his nodaichi gradually began to weaken as the blade slipped from his hands and pierced the ground behind him. A frantic look overcame Toranto as everything around him started to fade. He could feel all of his energy leaving his body, and even though his mouth was open no words would come. Dropping to his knees Toranto's consciousness slowly began to drift. His vision became blurry and before he knew it he was on the ground. Closing his eyes Tōran slowly stood up erect once more, and let out a deep sigh. Opening his eyes slightly he looked down at his grandson with a solemn gaze before shaking his head. "Such wasted potential...," he whispered to himself before picking up Toranto and slinging him over his shoulder. Walking back towards the building he stopped shortly after passing by Shinzui. "Meet me in my office in ten minutes. Shinagi-sensei will tell you where it is," he said as he stepped through the hole in the wall and walked away. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by —moodz™ on Mar 18, 2009 0:12:15 GMT -5
Authority
One had the power to make any decision they wished technically, but if they didn't want to suffer the consequences, they must obey authority. Still, to be one in authority demands that you have some edge over another lower subject. Being a Jōnin proved to be a powerful position, but e was still young, and not yet at the highest in command. Still, in this case, Tōran had the most authority.
"Yea but unlike you, you almost let that blast hit those stud-" Then, from the corner of his eye, the visage of another on the field slowly approached the two. The loud roar of a very upset someone sounded in the field. "Shit..." His hand lowered from the hilt of his blade as he watched the man yell at his grandson. In any other situation, Shinzui may have found this quite humorous, but the fact remained: they were both in the wrong. He placed his hands into his pockets, a sign of nervousness.
The teacher attempted to speak up, but her words went unheard as Tōran approached his grandson. Toranto's words didn't help either. They actually led to him finding a powerful fist planted to his chest, as it appeared from his view. The man was so huge, Shinzui could only imagine the force behind such an attack. It actually made him cringe and he found himself glued to the ground. To be such a disappointment to his grandfather, it must be hard, but then again, it was his fault in the end.
He made the decision to fight through it, and approach the two. As he made his first step, Toranto fell to his knees. It made Shinzui hesitate once again, but he then continued towards them. Toranto fell to his face. "Fuck..he's got a killer arm..." He found himself within a few feet of the fallen Toranto and enraged Tōran. He questioned as to whether or not he should speak at a time like this. He had little he could say in Toranto's defense, let alone his own. His sighed as he began to speak up.
"Mr Tōran, I-"
Meet him in his office? That didn't sound good at all, more like trouble. Then again, he did remember him saying something about that during their last meet. He didn't attempt to say anything else after that anyways. He simply nodded and watched as Tōran carried his grandson off. As a hand lifted to his forehead, he began shaking his head lightly, mentally cursing at himself. Tōran then entered the building as the teacher approached Shinzui, almost as embarrassed as he was.
"Umm, I'm so-" Shinzui lifted a hand in the air as if words didn't matter at the moment. "No, its fine. I'll let him know it wasn't your fault." It seemed no one could get a full sentence out today. They were shook up about this whole situation, and it was apparent most of the students were as well. "If nothing else, you were great out there. I appreciate you taking the time to demonstrate for the students." He grinned lightly as he looked over her shoulder at the group at them. "No problem, it was fun."
That did ease the tension a bit as they both turned towards the classroom now exposed to the outside. Pieces of tattered foundation still falling off of the inner wall. As the two approached the hole, she commanded for the children to return to their sits, and so they did as they were told. Upon returning into the class, he continued to speak. "So, I figure I should be heading to Tōran's office." She nodded. "Okay. His office is down the opposite direction of the hallway, last door on the right."
As she gave him directions, a hand extended out towards him in which he grabbed and lightly shook. He turned around with smile and walked towards the door. Then he turned his head towards the class. Some students smiled while others talked amongst themselves. "I'll be seeing you around, class." Almost on command, the group simultaneously said: "BYE, SHINZUI SENSEI." Just the title 'sensei' was exhilarating to hear. He grinned as he turned the knob on the door and pushed through into the hall.
f i v e; minutes later.
After going to the restroom to clean himself up a bit, he found himself at the head's office door. What would lie beyond these doors was a mystery to Shinzui, but with an amount of courage, he was able to knock on the door. Upon receiving a response from the man behind the door, he would enter and stand at attention before him, awaiting whatever it was he was to be told. He felt like a student all over again and it wasn't the best feeling to have at a time like this when he was to be taking on his own students.
"Hey."
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Post by LIVEnSPIRALS on Mar 18, 2009 15:15:40 GMT -5
Sitting behind his desk the mountain of a man didn't so much as look up at Shinzui as he entered into the room. A pair of glasses rested on his nose as he looked over some paperwork. Mumbling some words as he continued to read the elderly man jotted down a few things on a notepad. Lifting his head slightly as Shinzui offered a greeting Tōran started at him for a second. "Sit, sit. G'on. I'll be finished in a second," he said as he returned his focus back to the paperwork in front of him. The scratching of his pen against the paper and his mumbled words offered the only sounds in the room. No doubt this must have been an extremely awkward situation for the young Jōnin to have found himself in. To only minutes ago have seen the fury of the man sitting before him, who as now acting as if none of it had every happened.
After another minute or so of writing Tōran would set down his pen, and let out a light sigh. Slowly taking off his glasses he turned his attention to Shinzui. Wiping a hand over his face he took this moment to think about what he was about to say to the youth. "Would you mind explaining to me just what was going on out there?" he asked as he looked Shinzui directly in his eyes. Though his words came out calm one could feel that repressed anger and disappointment that he was feeling. The only real question was...
Who was he disappointed in?
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Post by —moodz™ on Mar 18, 2009 20:16:24 GMT -5
Fear
The fear of being placed into a perdicament that can't be so easily avoided. To know that someone in your presence could possibly end your life, that was the fear a shinobi felt everyday. Still, as stated about Authority, because superiors demanded one's respect and obedience, one must be aware of the consequences to be had if they failed to do as told. Sadly, this was the least of his fears right now. He now feared the thought of not knowing what is to come from this meeting.
He did as he was told, and slowly approached the chair upon the opposite side of the desk. He tried not to, but he couldn't help himself but to look at the gigantic man write vigorously on his paperwork. Eyes would lightly gaze at the contents of the paper as a means of analyzing the depth of this situation he was in. Did the paperwork have to do with him, or possibly with Toranto? The question only made the awkward silence...more awkward from his light. He remained quite still, gathering his composure.
The question asked of him in no way came as a shock. He knew very well that such a question could be asked after the events that took place nearly ten minutes before. He held back a sigh, though a sigh appeared as a sign of disappointment in the situation, he felt that that expression would come off wrong. Eye contact was key as well, and so he did look back at Tōra, eye to eye, man to man. "Well, a few of the students were curious as to how strong I was, so the idea of a spar came up."
Time was of the essence, and he honestly didn't want Tōran to interrupt before he could get his full story out. That would only lead to more questions, possibly a lecture, so he continued on. "It was just suppose to be a small spar, normal combat with little...to no damages to Academy property. One thing lead to another, and we found ourselves outside." It was true, though he didn't specifically point out names. He figured that was wrong, especially since it would come off as him trying to save himself.
A key thing to take notice to his entire mannerism was that his hands were not visible. He kept them rested upon his lap. See, Shinzui knew where he tended to express his nervousness through, and that were his hands. He would begin to fidget, or twiddle his fingers, though the rest of his body seemed calm. His eyes then looked down and to the side, feeling that now was the right time to express his disappointment in himself. How strange it was that people felt less comfortable telling the truth.
"I sincerely apologize for my actions."
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Post by LIVEnSPIRALS on Mar 19, 2009 11:52:54 GMT -5
The piercing brown eyes of the head director remained focused intently on Shinzui as the young man spoke. Not a sound would be uttered from the man as he simply sat behind his desk, painting a mental picture of the scene being described to him. Narrowing his eye on the man sitting before him Tōran leaned forward slightly as Shinzui continued to explain himself. When he was finally done speaking the elderly man looked at him for a moment longer before reclining back into his chair and letting out a heavy sigh.
"I suppose that it can't be helped...," he said moreso to himself than to anyone else. Raising a hand up he slowly began to rub the temple on the right side of his head. In the end he couldn't really be mad at either of the two participants in the fight. They had given the students a glimpse of what a real battle would look like, albeit there were a few theatrics that could have been done without. However it was a good learning experience. One that could possibly aide them in preparing for their own graduation exams that were coming up in a matter of months. "You came here to meet the students...," Tōran would speak as he looked up at the ceiling. "What'd you think?"
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Post by —moodz™ on Mar 19, 2009 17:14:22 GMT -5
Relief
This was what one felt after encountering and surviving a very dangerous or fearful task. He felt that at this very moment, and it was quite a good feeling to feel. Sadly, some sense relief is simply a trick to get the person off guard with another bombshell that they can no longer avoid because they let their guard down. Life is such a complicated thing.
In exchange for a sigh, he smiled as Tōran asked him about the students. Sad thing was, he didn't really get that much of an idea since all of the attention was all focused upon him and Toranto fighting. He could at least say one thing, "Well, they're all very energetic and attentive." They obeyed as well, but that was all he could think of to describe the class at the moment. "Sadly, because of the spar, I didn't really get to see how they react during a normal class session."
That was his main intention in the first place anyways. He wanted to see how they responded to the teacher, and which kids were standing up to present a solution to problems given to him. Being a young and very new Jōnin, it was no surprise he wanted to pick the best and smartest of the group, but in reality, he had better aim for low expectations since he probably wasn't going to get the best group of Genin. Shinzui lightly sat back in his chair a little more relaxed than he was at first.
"I figure the demonstration did give me some points, hehe."
Sorry For Short Post
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Post by LIVEnSPIRALS on Mar 21, 2009 22:49:15 GMT -5
Sorry for the taking so long with this. Guess you could say that I've been feeling stressed the past couple of days. So, yeah...forgive my lack of posting. I'll try not to let it happen again.
Anyway...here's my post.
A smile tugged at the edges of Tōran's lips as he let out a slightly amused grunt. The anger, disappointment, and stress all seemed to slipping from his mind as the conversation became more friendly. Or to be more accurate, as their talk started to become less involved with Toranto. Now don't get the wrong idea about Tōran. He loved his grandson, especially having to raise him single-handedly after the deaths of both of his parents in one of Mizu no Kuni's many civil wars. However he hated what he was becoming. Being reckless and headstrong only lead down to death for those who followed the path of the shinobi. This was a lesson that he tried to grind into Toranto's mind since he was young, but perhaps that was the problem. After a while it stopped becoming a lesson and shifted into just an old man's ramblings.
Whatever the case, Toranto was who he was.
Tōran's massive hand slid over to some of the papers that were stacked on his desk. Thumbing through a few of them he glanced it over a few times and then turned his attention back to Shinzui. "Well...," he said as he mulled over the decision a little longer. Finally agreeing with himself that it was what he wished to do the mountain of a man pushed a sheet of paper towards the younger man. "We do have an opening for a teacher's aide. You'd be responsible for grading tests, running errands, watching the class should one of the teachers have to leave, and anything else to help the teachers with their jobs," he explained to Shinzui as he drew his hand back. His eyes remained on him as he wanted to judge the man's reaction to the news. "I won't lie to you. Most of the teachers here are strict taskmasters, Shinagi-san being our worst. However, it would offer you a chance to interact with the kids before it's time for them to take their graduation exams," Tōran further explained as he leaned forward some and glanced at the pen on his desk.
"What do you say?"
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Post by —moodz™ on Mar 22, 2009 12:17:38 GMT -5
Training
Training was mandatory being a shinobi, no matter how big or how small that training session was. It brought disciple to the ninja of a village, and those that trained a lot more for situations, found themselves the most successful in the end. Even the most futile of things can prove to influence one's skill in the end, thus, its never good to turn down a training exercise when offered one; especially if it is in the field of work you wish to go into in the future.
This conversation was turning less sour as time passed, and that made things more comfortable for the young Jōnin sitting before the very large of head of the academy. Then, however, that's when the conversation took quite the turn. Shinzui was given a sheet of paper, an application of some sort from the looks of it. He slide the paper closer to himself and read the contents and even before he could grasp the full concept of the matter, Tōran offered him a position as a teacher's-aid.
It obviously made him raise a brow, and it wasn't that he didn't wish to interact with the children to get an idea, but he always remembered the teacher's-aid being...the teachers lackey. The one no one really paid attention too, and were scoffed at when attempting to order a student to obey. Of course, things could have changed since he last found himself in the academy, but he felt slightly iffy about the short-termed job opportunity. "Hmmm..." He grew silent as he continued to read the application.
Well, he had to make a decision. Too much hesitation would come off as rude after being offered a position meant to help him in his skill at interacting with children. He smiled a bit, and then nodded as his hand reached for the pen upon the desk. "I guess it wouldn't kill me. Might be good training." He thought about what he was getting himself into as he wrote down his information on the sheet. That's when the question was brought up. "I'm curious though...." His eyes looked back a Tōran's.
"...would it be possible for me to get the same class again?"
No its cool
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Kind of the same thing with me at the moment.
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Post by LIVEnSPIRALS on Mar 29, 2009 0:30:44 GMT -5
A pleased smile slipped across the bearded face of the Academy's head director as he watch Shinzui place his signature onto the document. This was definately a win-win situation for the both of them. Shinzui would be given a perfect opportunity to interact with the children that he was so eager to teach. While Tōran would be getting the teachers a new assistant like they had been wanting for nearly two months now. However the smile would slowly fade when Shinzui seemed to be questioning the situation. A white bushy eyebrow raised as the boy began to speak.
"Ah...," he sighed to himself after hearing the entire inquiry. "So you wish to aide Shinagi-sensei's class. That would make the most sense considering your intentions...," Tōran spoke as he seemed to be thinking over the possibilities of allowing such a request. Shrugging lightly to himself he nodded. "I don't see how that will be a problem."
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