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Oomi

Oomi


D-rank
A Place Away From Home pt. 3 (C-Rank Mission | Seiryu | OPEN ) 21e5mc9
Book One: Dawn of Oomi
Chapter Seven: A Place Away From Home - Part Three;
Secrets’

Secrets (C Rank Mission | Non-Repeatable) | (Oomi Plot):

- This is how it begins -

She reached for the sheets, seeking to pull them up over her body. A chill had danced through her room in the Inn, one that traipsed across her flesh and drew goosebumps from her skin. Unfortunately, her hands found no sheets, those had long since been tossed to the floor. Still, she grasped at the empty space where they should have been a few more times, reaching a bit further each time hoping she might find them. The last attempt forced her to open her eyes. She sucked her teeth when she realized where what she sought could be found.

For a while she laid there wondering if it was worth it to dangle over the edge of the bed and retrieve that damned blanket. Her tongue rolled around in her mouth before finally she decided that if she was going to do all that she might as well just get up. Besides, she was in Sunagakure! Surely, there would be something to do at… She paused to find some sign of what time it might be. Of course, she fully expected to see that the sun had risen again and the day was new. Instead, when her eyes finally found the window they were faced with darkness and a sky full of stars.

Oomi slowly approached the window and leaned out of it to set her sight on the village of Sunagakure. She wasn’t sure if it was too late to be heading out or too early, but it didn’t matter. Maybe, just maybe, Suna had something in common with Iwa - maybe she could find a place among this village’s night owls. At the very least she’d get to see the village and get a head start on her training before she returned to the Inn and roused Harichimo from his sleep.

A few minutes later, after a shower and slipping into her normal attire the girl was out in the streets. As she marched down the Sunagakure streets, she tugged at the dangling bits of the sash she’d fastened around her waist, tightening it somewhat. She’d polished the metal protector which bore the symbol of her village as well, the thing glinted in what little light it could find. There would be no mistaking that this foreign girl was from the village hidden in the rocks - an Iwa native.

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**I corrected the title of the thread. Realized it's supposed to be Part 3 not 2.



Last edited by Oomi on Sun Dec 27, 2015 10:06 pm; edited 1 time in total

Seiryū

Seiryū


D-rank
The absence of sunlight had been replaced by the light of moon, not as luminous as the days light, but far more appropriate towards a melancholy mood than the rays of the sun. The special jounin had just finished patrolling the village, a meagre duty in his list of duties, but one that was important nonetheless. There was nothing of interest that he had found, but regardless, he had submitted his report just a few minutes ago, only to find himself walking through the streets of Sunagakure no Sato at night, fully equipped with his weapons which he had brought with him earlier for his patrols. His bow was strapped to his back, along with his quiver of arrows, and his senbon and kunai remained hidden among his person. The streets where a bit more barren than the usual nights before, yet Seiryū didn’t mind one bit the silence provided to him by emptier streets.

A breeze was the only thing that Seiryū could feel at the moment, followed by the small grains of sand carried by the winds. No longer was Sunagakure no Sato the hot desert it was known to be, for once night set, the cold took over for there wasn’t any heat for the desert to absorb. Either one of the two temperatures, Seiryū was entirely used to and he had no preference for either, though the nights certainly carried an aspect about them that he could never find in daylight, such peace and quiet weren’t offered during the day, for that was when the entirety of the village was awake. Now, it would be the denizens enjoying the nightlife still available, the shinobi of the village conducting their patrols, and finally nameless individuals wandering about the village due to sleep eluding them. Having finished his patrol, Seiryū didn’t find himself tired, thus he made his way past his home in the slums and ventured out towards the rest of the village.

With nearly silent footsteps, the special jounin made his way throughout his own village, with no real destination in mind, other than finding a way to pass the time, for however long it took until he became tired. Seiryū wasn’t dressed drastically different than he usually did for normal occasions, for he was clad in a light blue shirt, loose fitting white pants, and dark brown boots. No longer did he wear a face mask, though his white cloak was still present, simply resting against his person for there was no sandstorm for him to utilize it to protect his face. The village was scarce with people at this time, for Seiryū only found a few people wandering about, yet none seemed suspicious or interesting enough to strike up a conversation with, though doing that likely wouldn’t have happened regardless.

As he continued walking, he came across a few more people, yet walked by them like the countless others he had passed before. A few meters away, after lacking contact with humanity for a few minutes, Seiryū’s mauve eyes found another being, a fairly young woman with a forehead protector that did not deceive his eyes. It was simple to see that she was a foreigner, a shinobi from Iwagakure no Sato, though her purpose for being here made a few unvoiced questions appear in Seiryū’s mind. At this hour, he doubted he’d come across anyone, except perhaps a few thieves or other petty criminals, yet instead he was approaching someone who visibly didn’t seem to fit that appearance, though appearances could easily be deceiving.


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Oomi

Oomi


D-rank
- Chance Encounter -

Oomi tugged at the dull orange vest she wore as if doing so might better shield her from the chill that snapped at her flesh. Unfortunately, the sleeveless vest and white shirt she wore would offer no protection to her arms, nor her midriff. What’s worse the entirely too short blue bit of fabric that she called shorts barely covered so much as a third of her thighs, and exposed toes due to the sandals she wore only left more flesh for the chill of the night to nip at. Her arms crossed her chest and hands ran along the length of her biceps, up and down, trying to pull a little more warmth into her body. She’d certainly felt colder nights in Iwa, so high in the mountains, but this chill was different and new.

The young kunoichi traipsed down the streets of Sunagakure, no destination in mind at all. She didn’t need one, wherever she went was going to be worth it. She’d seen villages other than Iwa before, but those all were in the land of rock, those were all still so very much like home. This place was so foreign to her and each step was exciting, just being in the village alone was an adventure. Her eyes wandered about, taking in all that there was to see no matter how insignificant. She might have squealed with excitement were it not so late.

”I wonder where the Suna shinobi train at. I bet it’s awesome.” Oomi chimed out loud to no one. “I bet it’s like a giant sandpit or something and they have to fight in it and keep themselves from sinking in or they’ll die.” She sighed heavily and longingly at the thought. “That sounds so cool. I bet that’s exactly how it is.” Now she had a destination in mind. Before this night was over she’d find the training grounds of Suna and she’d train there herself. She’d take into herself all the raw emotion, blood, sweat, and tears that the shinobi of Suna had left there and convert it into her own strength.

Oomi’s fists balled tightly. She could still feel the sting of stone and wood against her knuckles, memories of pounding her body relentlessly against them in an attempt to train her physical in a manner that suited the mentality she carried. What was training worth if it did not come with pain? Not that she could actually feel the pain of it anymore - all that was left of that was the memory. Yet, still her point stood. How could one become stronger, how could they appreciate their strength, if they did not struggle to get there?

The young woman’s lips curled into a wide grin. It seemed everyday she found some new reason to push herself, to strive to be the strongest the world has ever seen. Today, the idea of Suna shinobi training to do just the same made her all the more eager to resume training. Her pace quickened, there was a lot of land to cover if she was going to find what she was looking for. How odd she must have seemed to the denizens of the village, this foreign girl moving so swiftly through their home. Yet, still not nearly fast enough to have appeared to be a threat or on some mission she’d rather not be caught doing. Especially not considering she did so out in plain sight.

The metallic plate that rested within the fabric of her sash at the small of her back, caught the moonlight and only served to draw further attention to her as she passed by. Though those few that still wandered the streets had little interest in her. So sure were they that the next patrolling shinobi would handle her accordingly. Ironically, the next patrolling shinobi wouldn’t have to do much of anything, much less question her. When she took note of him as he had her, she quickly made her way toward him. Surely, he’d know where she was trying to get to and how to get there, right?

”You! Suna shinobi!” She called out, careful not to be too terribly loud, as she grew closer to him. “So, my team and I arrived a couple of days ago. They were meeting with the Council.” She admitted, perhaps too freely. She wasn’t actually aware how many people were permitted to know of the meeting between the Counsel, her sensei Karumo and Harichimo. Hell, she wasn’t positive that she was meant to know as much as she did about it. A hand quickly went over her mouth. “Maybe I wasn’t supposed to say that?” She questioned, but quickly got over it. “Anyway, I’m looking for the place where you guys train at. I want to train there.” She smiled wide and hard.

It wasn’t until she was done speaking that she actually took a moment to take in the shinobi’s appearance. Her eyes danced across his body. As she did so she attempted to determine just what kind of warrior he was. His body type didn’t tell of her specialization, however, which disappointed her. Still, what it did tell was that she had no idea what he was capable of. Perhaps inexperience or just the build of a well rounded shinobi. She bit her lip as she fell into deep thought, missing the first thing he’d say in response to her. The noise of his response would snap her back however with a confused; “Huhn?” At which point she’d finally take note of his eyes. “Omg! You’re eyes! They are so pretty!” Her one true weakness; all things purple.

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Seiryū

Seiryū


D-rank
His path hadn’t even crossed with the female of Iwagakure no Sato before she had called out to him, for there was no one else present in their direct vicinity for her to address. Seeing that it was only him that she could be referring to, Seiryū’s steps slowed down, eventually coming to a halt as the female drew even closer. A curious brow was raised before she spoke again, wondering what it was that she sought out at this time of day, though it could be likely that she was simply lost in a foreign country. Instead of having the opportunity to ask what it was that she needed from him, the caramel skinned female spoke out once more.

Her admittance that she came here with a team a few days ago wiped away the thought that she was lost, for a few days was more than enough time for a shinobi to know the vital places they needed to know in a foreign nation. However, the meeting with the Council certainly seemed a bit odd, though Seiryū wasn’t quite as knowledgeable in the political aspect of Sunagakure no Sato as he should be, especially when it came from Iwagakurian shinobi visiting the council of the Village Hidden by Sand. His current rank wouldn’t necessarily have to directly deal with such affairs, thus it was why he wasn’t quite sure about such a thing, nor why the steel-blue eyed female thought to bring up the topic at all. A quiet laugh escaped him as she questioned her own statement, wondering if she should’ve said that at all. It was far too late for any of that to escape him, but since it didn’t directly affect him at the current time, he let the whole notion slide by. Instead, she brought up the topic of their training grounds. While various shinobi trained during the nights as well, he wondered if that was what she sought to do. Though, finding them at night, if she wasn’t familiar with the area, would certainly take her some time and he doubted she would run in to someone else aside from him as the night progressed.

“Well, there are a few places to train. First, there’s the Grand Coliseum, mainly used for tournaments, but it certainly can work for training as well. It is the largest arena built thus far in the world.” While the Grand Colloseum could be used for training, it certainly wasn’t anything special, on a normal day, compared to any other flat area where one could train. It likely wasn’t what the female was searching for when it came to training in Suna. “Then there’s the Tsumi Sand Grounds. That is mainly where academy students, genin and chuunin train. During the day it is hot and humid, making the conditions ideal to learning to fight in the desert. The Sandy Arena is where most go for training. Those are just the locations within the village. Training outside of the village can be… a bit more unpredictable.”

Seiryū doubted she would care too much about the details he provided, since most seem redundant. Instead, as he finished, his eyes travelled to the sky for a brief moment, noticing the stars far off, before his purple orbs went to meet the strangers once more. As he finished, a second or two passed by before the stranger commented on his eyes, stating that they were ‘so pretty’. There was no blush covering Seiryū’s face, for he was used to compliments being directed his way in the past, so he returned the compliment with a smile. It wasn’t too often that he received compliments since his return from Kumogakure no Sato, but that was more likely because he kept himself a bit more… isolated from others. He assumed it was simply due to certain events and that, with time, he’d simply forget and move on from them.

“Thank you, though they certainly aren’t the ‘prettiest’.” The word sounded odd on his tongue, for he could never recall himself using that word recently. For Seiryū, his eyes had seen his own actions in the past, none of which he was pleased with. In his own eyes, his eyes held no sense of positivity, but rather were clouded with endless other emotions. Though, being told they were ‘pretty’ alleviated his mental weight ever so slightly, though he knew it would never disappear. After a moment, Seiryū would smoothly transition from the topic of eyes and return to the training grounds, for that was where the girl seemed to be heading to. “Would you like me to show you toward the training grounds?”


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Oomi

Oomi


D-rank
- Hajime! -

Oomi nodded as he spoke, finally paying full attention. Or at least captivated by the man’s eyes. When he was done she merely stared at him for a moment more letting all he’d said settle in. The sands certainly sounded more interesting to her, but the Arena - the history it must have. She sighed as she realized that what she’d want most would be to leave the village entirely. The mention of the unpredictable nature of the lands found there had peaked her interest. In the few brief seconds that passed after she’d paid him his compliment she pondered just why it was that she so eagerly sought to risk her life at every chance. Certainly, it couldn’t be only some twisted or somehow perverted sense of needing a challenge, of needing to earn every ounce of strength she possessed. In truth, she already knew what it was but she’d never admit it, not even to herself.

As she inspected him while he spoke, she took notice of the weapon he carried; a bow. She nearly scoffed but thought better of it. What fun was there to be had in doing battle with that thing? Though she did respect the skill it took to effectively utilize the thing she just didn’t understand the point. Not when your fists are so neatly attached to you, not when your entire body is a weapon just waiting to be used. She wouldn’t voice her opinion on the matter though. It wasn’t her place to do so. Things were different for everyone and she had to accept that. Not that she didn’t wholly believe that everyone should practice Taijutsu faithfully. A weapon when broken or taken from you is useless, but when you’ve trained your body to be a weapon your enemies can never disarm you short of breaking every bone in your frame. Something she’d never allow to happen.

The girl nodded again, swaying those bronze locks of hers in the process as he thanked her for her compliment. “You’re welcome, Mister.” She said with a wide grin just before stepping to his side. “To the Sands!” She pointed a finger ahead of them, regardless of whether or not that was the right direction. She wouldn’t ask him to take her out of the village. She didn’t think that would be appropriate, nor did she actually know who this fella was. Not that she was worried about being alone with him anywhere, she’d just beat him up if he tried anything… right?

Whichever direction her new acquaintance directed her she quickly followed, stepping in stride at his side. She’d really rather walk a step or two behind him, just in case, but couldn’t come up with a valid enough reason not to trust him. Not to mention that ego of hers. Her eyes wandered back to him and her lips parted to speak once more. “I’m Oomi, by the way.” She started. “Saiyama Oomi, and I’m going to be known as the Taijutsu Queen one day.” She continued giving the full on introduction experience to her new pal. “I mean, I’m already the Taijutsu Princess, but I’m not strong enough yet.” She sucked her teeth. “I will be though, one day soon. That’s why I wanted to find the training grounds.” She smiled a big goofy grin, more out of embarrassment, for what she was about to say, than anything else. “I want to soak up all the hard work that shinobi from here have poured into that place.” She nodded, feeling more confident now that she’d said it outloud. “I’m gonna soak it right up and be all the stronger for it. Mhm.” Another nod.

“Young girl, purple sash. Long brown hair. Big hooters.” The voice crawled from the darkness of an alleyway. “That’s got to be her.” It continued as the man it was attached to stepped from the darkness. He was rough looking and stood just over six feet tall. His frame was hulking and intimidating, however. Perhaps not to the Special Jounin he’d revealed himself to, but large enough to put pause in the inexperienced Oomi. A smile crept across her lips nonetheless.

“Yeah, yeah. That’s her. I told you they were coming to the village.” This voice was familiar. When the person it belonged to stepped from the shadows it became quickly apparent. The eye patch he bore was the first clue. “That’s definitely the bitch that did this to my face.” He said angrily as he pointed at his eye. She’d put an air bullet through it when they’d meet back out on the road - when he and his partners in crime had attempted to steal the truck full of medical supplies that had brought Oomi and her team to Sunagakure.

The first was a shorter man, shorter than everyone else. Despite, he had the body of a martial artist, something akin to Bruce Lee. “Dai, go back and fetch Rin. We’ll get this bitch to tell us where the other two are. Rin can decide what’s to be done with them.” He was clearly the leader of the little troop. A man named Yu, or at least that’s what he went by. He looked to the larger man, the one that had emerged first. “Get that guy out of the way, Cho. I need to have words with the young miss.” He said with a smirk. Cho responded with a nod of his head and started toward Seiryu. He was proficient in taijutsu, certainly fairly quick on his feet, but his focus had always been strength. Meanwhile, Yu turned to the third man in their troop. “Come, Mao. It’s time you learned what it means to be one of us.” With that Yu’s 5’6 slender frame and Mao’s 5’11 average build started toward Oomi mischievous grins on their faces.

Oomi simply smiled, she might have slid into a stance and become more prepared for battle but the idea of kicking these fellas asses was just to exciting. Not to mention she’d get to see her new found mystery man in action, she’d be able to hopefully see just what he was capable of with that bow of his. Her smile grew wider as the men grew closer. Her right foot slid back slightly. It was about that time to start showing off. Like a bat out of hell she sped forward toward both men. What she was going to do when she got there was already on her mind, but in those few seconds that passed as she approached them her body was overtaken by the rush of adrenaline that was quickly pumping through her veins. This. This was why she loved to risk it all, this was why she loved to go above and beyond when it came to training - the rush of it. There was nothing like running head long into something knowing that death could be waiting for you there.

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Meanwhile, Dai was running as fast as his legs could carry him. He wasn’t going to ever admit it, not even to himself, but he was glad that he’d been told to fetch Rin. He was glad to not have to fight that damned girl again. The others were underestimating her. He was sure of it. A phantom pain where his eye once sat slowed him. Luckily, however, Rin was already sitting on a bench just outside of what appeared to be an old Ramen shop. It was now the headquarters for her gang of thugs and misfits. A place that had been forgotten for long enough for them to call it home.

Rin perked up when she caught sight of Dai. “What’s going on, Dai?” She just automatically assumed that he’d come with bad news, what with his being out of breath and all. “Weren’t you with, Yu? What’s he done?” Her rebellious little brother could really be a pain in the neck, always running off and making decisions on his own like it was he who ran things. She’d have to set him straight, but first she’d come to his rescue for the umpteenth time.

“We found that little bitch that did what she did to my eye.” Dai whined.

“Show me. I want to meet her for myself. You said she was with two others, right? Maybe we can find them too. Could be fun.” Rin said with a wide bloodthirsty grin as she rose from the bench she was sitting on. She stretched her arms out to either side and then turned to face the katana which sat on the bench. “Let’s go, Bingo. We’ve got a little shinobi girl and her friends to slice up. I promise you’ll eat well tonight.”

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Not far from where the battle was soon to begin an elderly old woman watched from the shadows. She stood a measly 4’1, and age had withered away at her frame leaving her to appear wrinkled and boney, but the air about her made her seem as if a giant. She wore a pale salmon like colored kimono which she fastened lazily with a bit of brown fabric. Her hair was pulled back tight and set into a bun the color of silver.

There was something about the young woman that was charging her attackers that rang a bell. Something in her face and her demeanor. She certainly was familiar, or at least reminded of someone the old woman once knew long ago. When she finally realized just what it was that had called up the memory she merely smiled. She couldn’t be sure, not until she watched how the coming battle played out - not until she was presented with a chance to ask questions and introduce herself. Thusly, the woman stood silently, resting her weight against her cane. If anything this was going to be interesting to watch.

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Seiryū

Seiryū


D-rank
The expression he was greeted with during the moments he appreciated her compliment wasn’t exactly too pleasing of a sight, for he could tell something negative was radiating in the air, yet for what he couldn’t exactly tell. All he knew was that her attention was directed past his shoulder, though he wasn’t sure what had caught her attention at the current moment. For he knew, at the current moment no one was directly behind him, but he supposed it wouldn’t be a forgone conclusion that the strange girl happened to find something that could easily pique her curiosity, for she seemed excitable at the notion of meager ideas. Though, as he began leading the way towards the Tsumi Sand Grounds, for that was what he concluded she wished to see at this point in the night, something he couldn’t exactly understand at the current moment, she trailed after him, Seiryū noting that she walked practically next to him, though he assumed there would be some degree of caution on her part, having to be in the presence of a complete stranger. He was only up for the sole purpose that he lacked the ability to sleep currently, though what was plaguing the female, he couldn’t come up with a justifiable answer that would satisfy him, though questioning her wasn’t on his list of things to do. As far as Seiryū’s tasks that remained for the night, they would be to willingly lead this girl to her destination, spend a few more minutes outdoors, before inevitably returning to the slums where his apartment was situated.

A few seconds of silence loomed through the air, the whistling of wind presenting itself to Seiryū’s ears before finally being interrupted by his recently acquired companion. The name certainly didn’t ring any bells for Seiryū, for his knowledge of shinobi from Iwagakure no Sato was limited solely to the genin that had been representing Iwagakure no Sato in the recently held Chuunin Exams. Seiryū wasn’t sure what became of the tournament, for he left prior to the start of the semi-finals of the tournament. Seiryū would try to add another name to the ever growing list of acquaintances Seiryū acquired, though the chances of meeting this stranger would be rather slim in this world, though he had assumed so just mere weeks ago, only to have those ideas fall flat by meeting a person he thought he’d never see again. He nodded, indicating he was listening as Oomi went on to state her dream of becoming a ‘Taijutsu Queen,’ an ambition he could admire, though one he could not understand for his knowledge in taijutsu was limited. What was point to essentially throwing one’s body around as a weapon it could easily be torn apart by a single, crucial blow that could easily come from a vast distance? Seiryū’s abilities with his bow was increasing vastly, for he knew that there was nothing leaving him to stagnate in his ability. Hitting a moving target became even easier as he could easily perceive more and react even quicker. It would be a matter of time before he got the act of striking a single point on an individual’s body with a single arrow. After all, piercing into a major artery could easily debilitate his enemy before they even had the chance of getting near him. And, if they ever got close to him, he had quite a few ideas in mind in dealing with such scenarios in the works.

As her claim went on to being a ‘taijutsu princess’ already, Seiryū’s lips curved upward. There seemed to be a sense of innocence radiating from Oomi, something Seiryū lacked for over the past ten years. After it was, essentially, stripped from him, he had no other option than to adapt to the scenario he was placed in by a father who wanted nothing to do with him. Her wordings made him want to emit a laugh, not an insulting one, but one that simply enjoyed hearing her make her claims of wanting to absorb all the hard work of others, to improve herself. That dedication to improvement certainly hadn’t been present in Seiryū in years past, but it was slowly getting there, but not for the same reasons as Oomi’s. Rather, Seiryū’s revolved around his own past and eventually wanting to get rid of it entirely, such that he wouldn’t have to constantly wander when the crime world of Sunagakure no Sato eventually caught back up to him.

Before he could say anything, or even simply introduce himself to Oomi – to give her his name, even if he knew she wouldn’t recall it – a third party had seemed to want to ‘join’ their chat. Seiryū’s eyes only had to travel slightly upward as his steps came to a halt, inspecting the figure which seemed to want to interrupt them. Seiryū’s eyes scanned the man, yet he had no direct recollection of the face, for faces were far easier to recall than names. They, for three others were present with him, seemed far more interested in Oomi than Seiryū, for they had addressed her specifically. A brow rose in curiosity, wondering what trouble Oomi brought with her to the world of Sunagakure no Sato. The assumption was that they were either criminals of Suna that Oomi had a run in with before – none of whom Seiryū could identify – or mercenaries from outside the village that followed her here. It seemed that a physical confrontation was inevitable, though Seiryū really didn’t wish to get in a conflict, but it seemed inevitable for this ‘Cho’ was told to ‘get him out of the way’. Seiryū looked up towards the larger individual, though he was only slightly taller than Seiryū, but far bulkier. Seiryū’s impassive expression lasted from the moment he found out whom there target was to this ‘Cho’ advancing towards him. He still wasn’t sure where they were from, but these ones certainly weren’t criminals that Seiryū  had run ins with before. “You know, you could’ve mentioned you brought trouble.” Seiryū’s voice seemed bored at the moment, for he had dealt with individuals of a similar stature before. They were easy to avoid, though took a bit of effort to knock down. Obviously they seemed like street-level thugs, but he couldn’t knock out the possibility of them knowing some form of chakra manipulation.

Seiryū’s right hand went to grab his bow, leaving it hanging by his side. The bow itself didn’t serve solely as a long-range weapon, for Seiryū could easily use the blunt force of it if need be. Regardless, the street was far too open that he had the ability to use his bow freely. The notion of forgoing his bow and just utilizing his kunai lurked in mind, though seeing as he drew out his bow, he’d have to save that idea for another time. Seiryū wouldn’t be wasting anytime with this… inconvenience. Seiryū would wait for the man to get even closer before he’d take his first action, perhaps even wait for Cho to make the first move to see what the man was capable of before taking him down.

As Cho got closer, the man began to rush at him, seemingly like the classic brawns before brains stereotype, though the man was a bit faster than Seiryū presumed, but he wasn’t as fast as the Special Jounin. The cross this Cho seemed to be going for was easily side-stepped by Seiryū, backing away just minimally from the man. While it wasn’t the best idea to test the abilities of another with this degree of confidence, Seiryū was sure these goons certainly had no significant ability to be able to deal with him, at least in terms of speed and reaction time. Cho followed with a series of punches, each of which had Seiryū slowly backpedaling away while moving out of the way of each incoming punch. Seiryū’s ability to see the incoming hits made it a lot easier to move out of the way of their trajectory. This particular bout hadn’t started yet for Seiryū, since his eyes still glanced in Oomi’s direction every few moments to see how she was dealing with the other two. He wondered if her enthusiasm would be enough to beat both, though he’d certainly be able to help out of the opportunity called for it. He certainly wouldn’t leave her in a predicament that proved difficult for her.


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Oomi

Oomi


D-rank
- Round One -

Yu smirked, a thing that quickly faded. He’d been momentarily distracted by what he assumed would be the quick work of Cho. The man’s size alone usually intimidated his opponents into submission. A solid cross from him? Well, many a man had spent a fair amount of time on their ass because of it. Unfortunately, rather than what was expected Yu witnessed Cho being made a fool of. Steadily, Seiryu subtly slipped out of the way of each new attack. If Cho didn’t change his tactics he’d probably never lay a hand on the shinobi. This Yu realized, but at the very least Cho would distract the man and he and Mao could handle their business with the young girl quickly and then join Cho in his fight. She wouldn’t be a problem to handle right? Dai was a weakling, he always had been, and had a tendency to run his mouth a bit too much. Of course she beat him, and yes he probably deserved every bit of his agony. However, if his new family, his new gang were to ever be respected then they couldn’t let this slide.

Yu cracked his knuckles as Oomi speed toward he and Mao. They’d been through this before, a charging mad woman and nothing to stop her but he and someone he called his brother. It hadn’t been Mao then, it had been Cho, but together they’d managed to defeat a bloodlusted Rin. Though that was years ago and something they could probably even hope to do now. Or at least so he thought. As Yu’s mind raced over a million things his left foot slid back behind his body, extending beyond his shoulder, while his right foot slid forward about the width of his shoulder. This action caused his body to turn, offering his right shoulder to the charging Oomi. Even as he lifted his hands, curling his fingers to resemble the paws of a Tiger he slowly shifted himself so that he’d be directly in Oomi’s path. His smirk returned. He actually liked that she was so eager to do battle. It always made things more fun when the person he was looking to kill was about fighting back.

As Yu prepared himself, so did Mao. His style, however, was less orthodox than Yu’s. He had not learned the Tiger Style Kung Fu that Yu knew, nor the Karate that Cho sought to master. No, instead the man had versed himself in bits of many styles all devoted to the swiftness of movement. His legs parted, his knees bent slightly. As Oomi grew closer, his right foot slid back somewhat, in preparation for quick movement. His left moved forward only slightly, to aid in such movement, just as his bent knees would. His hands were held out in front of him, flat and fingers pointed as if they were daggers. He too smiled ready to prove that he had what it takes to be a member of this family.

The distance between them was closed, fairly quickly, what with Oomi’s perhaps surprising speed. A wicked grin crossed her facade as she bent her knees and quite literally lept from the ground toward Yu. She’d been moving at her top speed so when she leapt with her right knee extended forward, she came at him like a bullet. Yu wasn’t concerned, however. He thrust his hands forward, ready to snatch the girl right out of the air, as he brought his left foot around to take a far stronger stance. He’d misjudge, however, and rather than grasping and in one swift motion tossing her to the ground, she slipped between his hands and her knee collided with his open chest. Oomi’s weight pressed into him like a truck, a robbed him of breath. Still, she wasn’t done. She kicked her left leg out and around the back of his neck, this was supposed to send him crashing down to the ground where she’d step firmly on his face and be done with him.

That’s not what happened, however. Instead, as the girl’s leg swung around Mao made his presence known. Swift hands snaked out to the young girl, one grasping her left leg the other her left arm and literally yanked her from the air and to the ground. When Oomi hit the ground she’d find Mao’s foot coming toward her chest. She couldn’t feel the pain of it, but the wind had been knocked out of her when she hit the ground and thus her reaction to the coming attack was too slow. Mao’s foot slammed into her chest and caused her cave around it. If that wasn’t enough Yu was already recovering and moving to deliver a kick of his own to her head.

These things, of course, just wouldn’t do. The girl drew in a deep breath, infusing the wind she sucked in with her own chakra and exhaled it in a stream toward Yu. This would stagger him slightly, his being so close. It would give her just enough time to throw her hands forward as Mao brought his foot down for another stop. She caught his foot and quickly rolled in Yu’s direction, pulling Mao with her. This Mao did not appreciate at all, but could do very little about. He was pulled over Oomi’s body and nearly thrown into Yu which sent them both stumbling back, but was not damaging enough to prevent either from recovering quickly. Too quickly in fact. Oomi barely had time to stand before the two were charging her a second time.

Yu pressed forward, directly at Oomi, his Tiger stance taken up again. He was the distraction as Mao crept to Oomi’s right side. They both attacked simultaneously, Yu with a double handed strike directed at Oomi’s face. He was going to blur her vision with a tearing strike to her eyes. Meanwhile, Mao delivered a swift piercing strike toward Oomi’s ribs, just beneath her heart, hoping that extended fingers would snake between the bones there. What was a girl to do? Typically she was all for pressing forward, but in this situation her only option seemed to be to move backward, away from the both of them. She kicked off the sand of Sunagakure and flung herself just one meter back, close enough that she could still counter attack but far enough that she wouldn’t be hit by either man.

Yu, however, was not so easily deterred. Mao had missed, and was recoiling, shifting himself to deliver his next strike. However, already Yu had stepped forward again to close the distance between he and Oomi. His hands thrust forward toward her chest, meaning to strike her ferociously and knock the wind out of her. He wouldn’t be so lucky. Oomi’s body shifted as she moved into a roundhouse kick, where he might have struck her he found nothing but air as she spun her right leg around, high toward his head. He, of course, ducked beneath this. No need to move out of the way any more than that. He planned on striking her back when it was facing him again. He wouldn’t get the chance. Oomi kicked from the ground, utilizing the momentum of her prior kick to continue her spin in a three hundred and sixty degree radius. Even as she did this, Oomi twisted her body in a manner that brought her back to a horizontal position in relation to the ground. This would add to the power and torque behind her kick, it would add the force of gravity, to the her foot as it collided with the side of Yu’s head, just about where the jaw meets the neck. The force of the blow sent a shockwave of agony through the man’s nervous system, which caused his body to first tense up and then completely relax which resulted in him hitting the ground at about the same time that Oomi did. He’d get up unable to react as quickly, when he could.

Mao, had done nothing to stop the kick. There was nothing that he could have done from his position, but now that Oomi was on the ground he could do something. His feet came down at her like pistons in an engine looking to stomp the life from her. Oomi, rolled out of the way, rolling back away from Yu as well until finally, after three or four of these stomps she was able to shift her body weight and throw her right leg outward to swipe Mao’s feet from under him. She wouldn’t be given the opportunity to get up though, being that Yu was already on the attack again. She didn’t see him coming so when he reached down and literally lifted her up over his head and then slammed her down on her back it came as a complete surprise that she could do nothing about. Luckily, she wouldn’t be hindered by the pain of it at least. Nor the pain of Mao’s foot in her face.

Oomi screamed, a thing of pure anger and rage, as her head snapped back into place after the kick it had taken. A wind curled around her body, a light one that could have been easily mistaken for nothing more than a breeze. Oomi noticed it, however. It was new, obviously barely even cosmetic, but new all the same. Even as she had released her rage in a mighty roar she was already shifting chakra to the gates within her body, filling herself with the swiftness of the wind. She needed to be faster, she needed to be able to counter them both. She needed to be able to focus on what both of them were doing, really. She’d never been too great at multitasking, however, but what she could do and did do is increase her speed. Make herself so much faster than them that she’ll gain the extra time she needs to react to both men.

Yu quickly created a few handseals, having noticed the change in Oomi’s demeanor. There was a look in her eyes that worried him only slightly. He’d end this all soon enough. Beneath him the ground rose and molded into a pillar upon which he could stand. The pillar itself rose to three and a half meters above the others. From there he smirked wickedly down at Oomi who was now standing up. Moa was circling around her, already sure of what Yu was going to do next. There’d be no way for her to escape this technique.

A short distance away, the old woman watched silently. She’d seen it. She knew the signs to look for all to well. This girl was certainly someone worth having a word with, provided she survived this battle. What a coincidence that she might be presented with this opportunity, she thought to herself. It had been nearly fifteen years since she’d left Iwagakure and nearly as long since she’d come across another Saiyama. She leaned back against the nearest building and folded her arms over her chest, a wide grin across her face. Perhaps fate had decided this, perhaps it had decided that before she died she would be given the opportunity to impart some wisdom, to let go of secrets she’d held for so long.

Training:

Seiryū

Seiryū


D-rank
Each hit that Seiryū casually avoided made him take one small step back, leading Cho away from his two friends, but placing Seiryū at a distance away from Oomi. Needless to say, the distance wouldn’t hinder Seiryū if the need arose to aid his companion in this particular fight, as long-range combat was something he currently, specifically, specialized in. While his whole bag of tricks wasn’t in the style of the bow and arrow, Seiryū often gave away enough information that others would solely believe that was his only form of combat. If one thought another was solely limited to a single style, they would alter their own to fight against it. Thus far, Seiryū had only ever shown knowledge in kyujutsu and his ability to move lithely around on the battlefield. Brute force, like Cho was displaying against him, simply didn’t work if they were completely out skilled on all basis, such as how the situation was playing out now. Seiryū could easily avoid all of Cho’s blows, which he had done, and all his movements were easily predictable and slower than Seiryū could move, making the bout rather one sided, even if Seiryū had yet to retaliate against him.

Shooting a brief glance in Oomi’s direction to see how she was squaring off with the other two, Seiryū stopped moving backwards, for he and Cho were now roughly ten meters away from where they started. His eyes told him that Oomi had closed the distance between herself and the two others, beginning her bout with whomever these people were. Seiryū’s eyes found Cho’s once more, a mocking smirk plastered over Seiryū’s features as Cho writhed with anger, his face becoming drastically red. “Take your time, I’m sure you are just warming up.” With that, Seiryū ducked under the high kick Cho aimed for his head, his feet quickly bouncing off the ground, lifting himself up, only to roll under the raised leg, using his fist holding his bow as a pivot. Standing up straight and dusting himself off with his free hand, Seiryū turned to face Cho with the same grin present on his face. Cho slowly turned around to face Seiryū, the rage still exhibited, though the larger man took no initiative to attack right away, figuring out that it was useless to dive in to combat head on with the Special Jounin. “I guess this should be enough to make me fall asleep sooner or later. Then, that problem will be solved.” The words were quiet, meant only for Seiryū’s words, even if he could have simply thought them out. The silver haired shinobi simply assumed that Cho would hear the words, which in turn would continue to agitate the man.

“You… why are you with… that bitch!?” The tone of Cho’s voice matched his expression to a ‘t’. The laboured breaths of Cho were representative of how frustrated the buzz cut male was when he launched his tirade of attacks, having grown more careless in his short burst of offense that efficiency was thrown to the wind for speed. Speed that certainly would never help the man. “We’ll let you get out of here, no questions asked… we won’t… chase after you. You can leave and… go on with your night. Just… leave the girl…” Honestly, Seiryū wondered how the man could be out of breath this easily, but he simply stared at Cho, his expression never changing in the slightest.

“I think I’ll pass. Can’t have your thinking I’m a coward, can I?” The sarcasm that was present was enough to make Cho more infuriated that he had been, something Seiryū thought wasn’t really possible, but it seemed the man was on edge for some reason. “Well, let’s get started now, shall we?” With that, Seiryū’s bow hand raised slightly, his left hand remaining by his side, though ever aware to move in a second. While Seiryū could create a gap between them, moving backwards was always slower than running forwards, such that Cho would easily be able to keep in close distance with Seiryū even with their drastic difference in speed.

Seiryū, being the gentleman in this situation, let Cho take the first move once more. Instead of doing something Seiryū predicted, the larger male burrowed himself underground, venturing beneath the sand. It seemed that Cho took advantage of the Special Joinin’s moment of stupor, for he shot forward, grabbing both of Seiryū’s legs and dragging him down, such that he was buried in to the ground up to his head. This predicament was certainly unfamiliar for Seiryū, but it wouldn’t be the end of him. Cho, appearing above the ground, a few feet in front of Seiryū, let out a laugh. Flexing his muscles below the surface, Seiryū felt the area around his body shifting slightly. ”Guess that speed won’t be helping you now.” The laugh that escaped Cho was shortly interrupted by Seiryū’s next action, for Seiryū’s left arm shot out beneath the ground, grasping the sandstone surface they had been standing on prior. Lifting his body with him, Seiryū pushed his body upward, using his feet to push off the ground the moment they landed, placing a distance of six meters between himself and Cho.

“Okay, I lied. Now let’s get started.” Without a second of hesitating, Seiryū’s left hand reached for an arrow in his quiver, drawing it out. Quickly drawing back the arrow, Seiryū launched it at an unnaturally fast speed for himself, for the arrow’s trajectory was enhanced by a simple technique Seiryū had developed. The speed in which the arrow travelled allowed for no time for Cho to react and the arrow was plunged in to the man’s left thigh. The time it took for Cho to realize the arrow had been shot was far too late, for the arrow had travelled at a speed of fifty meters per second, thus reaching its destination in a blink of an eye. The head of the arrow was completely lost within the man’s flesh along with an inch of the shaft. It certainly looked like it hurt, but the blow wouldn’t be vital, but rather enough to debilitate the man for a few moments from the pain surging through his body.

Hearing a scream come from Oomi, Seiryū’s head shot in her direction, noticing a draft of wind gathering around her, for grains of sand were carried by whatever technique she happened to be using at the moment. As his eyes continued to catch sight of the events, the man named Yu forming a pillar, Seiryū felt a swoosh of wind, and quickly moved his head out of the way of Cho’s last attack. Throwing a kick to the side of Cho, Seiryū followed up a second kicked to leg that had been pierced by the arrow and quickly placing a bit of distance between himself and Cho as the larger individual delved in to the pain once more.


1195|4046 Total
Chakra: 240/250:

Oomi

Oomi


D-rank
- Round Two-

“How much further, Dai?“ Rin asked frustratedly.

“Not much further, we got pretty far though. Cho thought it would be worth it to head toward the Sands, figured some upstart like her’d be hangin’ round there. Didn’t expect to actually run into her though, honestly. I mean, who’s out here this late but us?” He was rambling. He was hoping that the others would have everything all done before he and Rin arrived. He didn’t want to risk being sent into battle with the girl again. Not that he was scared, of course. No not that. He’d already lost an eye though. It was going to take some time to get used to that, right? Yeah, that’s what it was.

“...pick up the pace, Dai.“ Rin spat after a short pause. “Now or I swear I’ll,“ She took a moment to think up a proper promise. “I’ll have Yu peel your fingernails back while I carve my name into your good eye.“ She giggled at her ridiculous attempt at being frightening. Her bite had always been much worse than her bark.

Dai understood all the same, however, and with a sigh took off in a sprint toward the battle. It would only be a matter of time before they got there, but with a little luck and a few wrong turns things could still go in his favor. He hoped.

-- --

Oomi’s gaze wandered away from Yu and his pillar to settle on her momentary traveling companion. She’d almost forgotten he was there. No way she was going to be able to focus on these two and devote even the smallest amount of attention to what he was doing too. She silently cursed herself for that fact. She wondered how many opponents, and even allies, more powerful fighters could spread their attention among. The thought only became more fuel, more reason to become stronger. A sly grin traipsed across her face. Seiryu was proving to be stronger than she’d initially thought, not that she’d thought he was weak - she just assumed herself to be stronger… because she’s Oomi. However, what she saw in those few moments proved to her that he was at the very least faster. Not to mention that bow of his - the speed at which the arrow traveled. She wasn’t sure if she’d seen it fired, or if she’d only made the connection after it found it’s mark. Whatever the case she couldn’t continue watching, she’d already given Yu and Mao too much time. Too many seconds to plot against her. It didn’t matter though. She’d activated her clan’s jutsu; Kyōkatai. Surely she could at least perform as well as he was, right? Even against these two… She was the god damned Taijutsu Princess and she wasn’t going to be shown up!

Oomi smirked as her attention turned back to Yu. She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins like fire. Her right leg slid back slightly, no further than her shoulder. Her left foot slide forward and turned to face Yu, again no further than her shoulder. Both legs she bent at the knee, bringing herself a bit closer to the ground and lowering her center of gravity. She balled her hands into tight fists, dropping her left hand forward and perpendicular to the ground at about her chest. Her right hand she held higher, about at her mouth and at an angle that brought it almost across the bend her left elbow. She felt she was ready for anything at this point. She’d felt their strength, as best she could. She was still standing, so obviously she could handle this.

Yu smirked and nodded at Mao who had already moved behind Oomi, a thing that hadn’t been lost on her. Still Mao was confident that there was no escape from what was coming. He’d force her into position and Yu would finish her off. Mao stepped forward and swept his left foot toward Oomi’s right foot. He sought to throw her balance off and set up his next attack. Unfortunately, Oomi was ready for him and a simple lift of her leg left his attack ineffective. Still, Mao pressed forward using the momentum of his prior attack to continue his spin and move into a spinning right footed kick toward Oomi’s somewhat exposed chest. This too, Oomi was prepared for and she swiftly threw her hands forward to catch his leg. Not only did she do this, however, but the moment she’d stopped his attack she dropped her right elbow onto Mao’s thigh, digging into the muscle there as she lifted his leg into it thus increasing the damage done by the attack. She wouldn’t break the bone, but his leg wouldn’t be working quite the same after this.

Oomi smiled, this was what she was waiting for; a moment to truly show what she was capable of. To show why she’d proclaimed herself the Taijutsu Princess. Just as quickly as she’d dropped her elbow she swiftly shifted it and threw it backwards towards Mao’s chest. She knew that she wouldn’t find her mark, the motion was meant to distract him as she threw her left leg around to begin moving herself into a position in which she could swiftly throw a left handed jab toward Mao’s nose. As expected, the first attack missed as Mao reeled back. Unfortunately for him what followed he was unprepared for and ate a fist to the face. He wasn’t down, however. His left foot shot forward toward Oomi’s ankle the moment she pulled her hand back. Oomi kicked her right foot forward toward his, colliding with and pushing it back in response. Still Mao pressed his attack. He was getting the job done regardless. He kicked his right leg forward, this time toward the back of Oomi’s left leg. In response Oomi kicked her right foot behind her left leg, kicking Mao’s foot away. This frustrated him and next came a swift right hook, it wouldn’t be enough though. Oomi swatted it away with her left forearm and kicked from the ground leading with her right elbow, seeking to dig it into Mao’s chest.

Mao stepped back, but not far enough having been thrown slightly off balance by Oomi’s prior parry. Thusly, he caught Oomi’s elbow in his chest. This sent him stumbling backward. Oomi followed after him with a series of left footed stomps which she seemed to almost drag herself behind. Once the distance was closed she threw a right cross, this Mao dodged fairly easily. She followed that with a left cross, again Mao dodged by simply leaning away from the punch in the opposite direction. Even though Oomi had become the faster, he could still react quickly enough to avoid getting hit again. This would require more than just her speed. Oomi threw another right cross, knowing that Mao would avoid it, and when Mao dodged to the left she continued with the momentum of the punch and leaned forward as she kicked her left foot back around toward Mao’s face. He’d move right into the attack and catch a face full of foot that would send him careening backward.

Yu was ready now, Oomi was thoroughly distracted. She wouldn’t see him coming at all. Yu leapt from his pillar of earth. His hands were held out ahead of him as he dove toward, Oomi. His hands were held as if they were tigers claws, meant to rip and tear. As he fell he kicked his leg out and began a spin that made him appear almost as if a tornado, all around him chakra began to swirl visibly. Unfortunately, Oomi wasn’t aware of this at all. Thus, she didn’t realize that when Mao stepped forward with a series of quick jabs that in her stepping backward to avoid them she was moving directly into Yu’s line of attack.

Yu collided with Oomi like an 18 wheeler. The force of the blow sounded like an explosion and kicked up a cloud of sand and dust. When it cleared a crater had been left, of a diamater of about seven meters. In it Oomi lie on her face, Yu standing over her. In all her haste to prove her skill she’d forgotten about him and let him sneak up on her. Let him put her down, again. She sucked her teeth as she attempted to get up. She couldn’t feel it, but ribs had been broken. Yu, however, firmly stomped on the girls back refusing to allow her to standing.

“It’s over little girl. You’re through.” He gloated. A mistake.

Oomi pushed off the ground with all her might, catching Yu off guard in the moment. This gave her just enough time to stand again, though shakily. Once again she took her stance, ready for the two men to start their assault again. She could win this, she just had to keep fighting. She just had to figure out a way to put one of them down. She’d already proven that in a one on one match she was more than enough - she just had to put one of them down…

Training:

Seiryū

Seiryū


D-rank
The groan that originated from the bulkier male whom had taken the initiative to attack was now writhing in pain, falling flat on his back while grabbing his leg. Seiryū’s attention diverted once more to take a glance at the girl whom declared herself the Taijutsu Princess, just for a moment before deciding he should take out Cho from the entire equation and see if Oomi was holding up well by then, or if she would need assistance. Taking a moment just for himself, for things had been far too easy for Seiryū when it came to dealing with his opponent, perhaps they should’ve sent two after him for a challenge, Seiryū’s eyes went to the arrow that was still embedded in Cho’s knee. The thought of letting the man leave with his arrow as a souvenir was on the silver-haired shinobi’s mind, yet he didn’t feel the man deserved to take such an item with him. His steps slowly made the gap between himself and Cho even smaller, the air still remaining fresh to Seiryū, even if slightly tainted by the presence of these… criminals.

Squatting down next to Cho’s face, Seiryū glanced at the man’s face who was looking anywhere but towards Seiryū himself. “Perhaps I’ll tell you something. What I just did to you is nothing. So, I suggest you be a good little boy and stay quiet, otherwise you may have another arrow in your other leg.” The man’s screams continued, though they certainly weren’t at their peak like they had been much earlier. Cho’s face was etched with the pained expression, his features scrunching up causing his eyes to remain shut yet his mouth remained open to let out the noise. Seiryū knew, if he gave Cho the opportunity, the man would easily try and retaliate once more, thus he decided it was best to keep Cho entirely out of the picture and begin getting rid of the other two if Oomi struggled to do so. He pushed himself back on to his feet, taking a step to place himself next to Cho’s leg that still had the arrow embedded in it and crouched down once more. “This may hurt… a little, but I’ll be taking this back.” Without a moment’s hesitation, Seiryū’s left hand grabbed his bow, freeing his right to grip the shaft of his arrow. He pushed the arrow a bit further in to Cho’s thigh, a grunt released from the man flat on his back. Then, with the utmost lack of care, Seiryū quickly drew the arrow out of his leg, the pain Cho was suffering once again increased. The blood on the arrow didn’t make for a pretty sight, yet the weapon had done its job and that was fine for now.

Standing back upright, placing his bow back in his right hand while his left now clutched his bloodied arrow, Seiryū looked down once more at Cho. He figured in just a couple of minutes of being able to recover, Cho would simply hobble back in to the fight, thus Seiryū came up with a simple solution for a potential problem. After all, he was only defending an innocent person, or at least he assumed Oomi was, but these guys reeked of being involved with crime. Lifting his right leg up and bring it down upon Cho’s knee cap, while the patella certainly wouldn’t fracture, the pain would certainly be enough with the force Seiryū was capable of putting in to the strike to easily keep the male incapacitated for quite some time and of course the cartilage would certainly be damaged. Cho would no longer be an issue he would need to worry about.

As Seiryū’s sight focused back on the remaining two individuals and Oomi, he didn’t make an immediate move, wanting to see how Oomi was faring and if she needed his assistance for this bout. Pride, something he knew far too well, could easily be something Oomi held in the highest regard, wanting to fight her own battles by herself without having to rely upon others. Thus, Seiryū had decided his interference would only occur in a situation where he thought Oomi would be unable to hold her ground against her two opponents. The first motion he saw happened to be Oomi throwing a right cross towards her opponent, who dodged it with ease. Seiryū unconsciously had placed his bloodied arrow upon his bow, prepared to draw the string back at any moment and easily pick off another target, or at least make the fight a bit more even in favour of Oomi. His left hand continued to tease the string, drawing it back slightly before easing it back in to its resting position, as if anticipating the moment he would need to help out, or he could simply intervene right then and there. Oomi followed her first cross with another, and then another, followed up by a kick which hit him squarely on his head. Oomi hadn’t been paying attention to the other party, for the smallest individual leapt off the pillar he had raised up earlier, diving towards Oomi with his hands first. It seemed the collision was far more impactful than Seiryū imagined, for Yu and Oomi’s collision created a crater, and Yu remained standing over Oomi once everything came to sight. There was another stomp by Yu, causing Oomi to remain grounded as he kept his foot upon the girls back.

“It’s over little girl. You’re through.”

In just the next instant, Oomi had pushed herself off the ground, the injury upon her was apparent to her eyes. Without a moment of waiting any further, he decided he would take one of the two off of her, such that he’d be leaving her with the smaller individual for he was the one whom he figured she would want to take down. With his bloodied arrow now drawn, his bow aiming such that Mao would be hit directly in his adam’s apple, Seiryū released his arrow though Mao inadvertently moved out of the way, as it was unlikely he had the reaction time to actually dodge his arrow. The arrow nicked the side of his neck, drawing out a small amount of blood, but also coating the man in the blood that had covered the arrow tip as well. “Tell you what, how about you entertain me. Your friend… well, he’s not really in a fighting mood right now.”


1107|5153
Chakra: 240/250:

Oomi

Oomi


D-rank
- Round Three -

The old woman stifled her laughter. The young girl was thoroughly getting her ass kicked but she was managing to put up enough of a fight. Hell, she could even win it with a little luck, a maybe some aid from the obviously superior shinobi with the bow. The girls prowess with her martial art was certainly enough to handle these thugs, the silver haired woman thought to herself. The youngster was certainly a Saiyama, after all. She’d most definitely prove herself more powerful than even she realized herself. It was the nature of her people, or so they liked to believe. So the old woman still believed, though she knew what her clansmen truly were - the bits they didn’t want to acknowledge.

She adjusted her makeshift belt and as if by the power of her mind alone a short pillar of earth rose just behind her. She took a seat and prepared to watch what she thought would surely be the conclusion of this bout soon enough. A grin crossed her face. She couldn’t wait to see how the girl would react to her new predicament. She wondered how the bowman might respond once his man was finished. Her answer came fairly quickly. He seemed to pause, perhaps hesitate in his decision to aid Oomi, but decided to do so all the same. It was not lost on the old woman his apparent reason for chosing to strike at Mao. It wasn’t strange for him to have. In truth, she was glad that was who he’d chosen. The girl had already proven she could out match Mao even if only for a while, it was Yu who would be the more interesting battle. Not to mention the blow he’d just landed. It might bring a bit more out of the girl, making the match much more worth watching. Still for a moment the old womans eyes lingered on Seiryu waiting for him to lose a second arrow. She assumed he’d missed on purpose with his first, not realizing how lucky Mao had actually been.

The old woman leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands like a school girl swooning over her crush. She couldn’t wait to meet the fighters.

-- --

“Haha, didn’t see that coming did ya?.” Oomi giggled moments after Seiryu’s arrow grazed Mao’s neck. She was almost upset that Seiryu intervened but realized that it was for the best. She needed the help whether she wanted to admit it or not.

Mao grimaced and turned his gaze to Seiryu. His mouth twisted in disgust and immediately his legs began to carry him in that direction. He could see them coming now. He’d be able to dodge them right? He liked to think he was rather quick. He didn’t realize how much faster than he Seiryu could fire those arrows though. Ignorance is bliss however and pride is suicide.

“Guess it’s just you and me then, Princess.” Yu smirked as he gazed back in Cho’s direction. He’d personally see to it that Seiryu took his last breath tonight, but first he’d deal with this little girl. “What do you say we get out of here and do this properly?” He asked with a shrug as he waved at the small crater they stood in. He didn’t wait for Oomi to respond. Instead he slowly back out of the crater and out onto flat land. Once he was there he leapt to the right 10 meters putting distance between himself, Oomi, Mao, and Seiryu alike. There he slipped into his prior fighting stance. His body crouched low, his hands held forward. He had the look of a tiger ready to pounce, ready to kill.

Oomi climbed from the small crater herself and slowly approached Yu. Once she was within the four meters he allowed her to be she took her own stance, a stronger Mauy Thai stance that she utilized to its full potential - or at least her full potential. A crooked smile slipped across her lips. “I’m Oomi, by the way. Saiyama Oomi, the Taijutsu Princess.” She said proudly as she thumbed her nose. “I just wanted you to know who you’re about to lose to.” All the confidence of a lion.

“That’s her?” Rin asked as she and Dai stepped from the shadow of an alleyway about 20 meters away. Dai had managed to put a good bit of distance between he and the battle, but unfortunately things were still going on. “She doesn’t look like much. Wonder which one of them put Cho down. Probably the guy with the bow.” Rin clutched her katana tighter. “Who should I kill first? Yu will probably finish the girl off, but if Bow boy put down Cho I doubt Mao can win. That’s who I’ll kill first; the Bowman.” She smirked and began the long walk toward Sei. Not a word would be spoken, not a sound but the pat of her feet against the ground and the noise of her sword being pulled from its sheath.

“I told you. You’re done.” Yu started. “Yu, of the Silver Lotus Clan.” He continued taking a brief moment to point to a tattoo on his neck of a Lotus flower. “So you can find me when I finally join you in the afterlife.” He said almost nonchalantly, as if he knew that this would be the case. With that said Yu began his assault. Just a few swift steps forward closed the distance between he and Oomi and with the momentum of that motion he thrust his right hand forward as he stepped to his left with left foot, bringing his body a bit lower and his attack toward Oomi’s diaphragm.

In response Oomi lifted her right leg high, placing her knee in the path of Yu’s hand. As she did this she leaned forward, putting her weight and power into blocking Yu’s attack. Yu used this opportunity to kick his right leg outward in a sweeping motion toward Oomi’s left leg, spinning in a 360 low to the ground as he did so. Oomi leapt from the ground jumping over the leg sweep and kicked her right foot forward toward Yu’s head. Unprepared Yu caught a chin full of toes that lifted him slightly. Unfortunately for Oomi this didn’t deter the man and he quickly reached out to grab Oomi’s leg. Once it was in hand he twisted his body to the left and literally threw her 2 meters away.

Oomi hit the ground hard and slid a bit further back. She hadn’t expected him to do that, but it didn’t matter. That short exchange had shown her that she was faster than him. The technique she’d used on him prior had slowed him, just enough to give her the advantage despite her current predicament. Even as Oomi rose to her feet Yu was already charging her. He feigned a forward kick aimed at her midsection, instead stomping on the ground and throwing both hands forward at her chest. Oomi moved both arms in front of her body creating a shield with her forearms. Were she weaker, or perhaps he stronger he might have broken her arms but the force of the blow pushed her back about a foot all the same. It wasn’t far enough to prevent a counter attack, especially not when Yu stepped forward to begin throwing a series of hooking tiger paw like haymakers with either hand. These were easily blocked by lifting the corresponding arm. Just as Yu flung his fifth strike, Oomi kicked off the ground and flung herself forward, her right knee held high and extended forward. Yu was struck in the chest and sent reeling backward.

Confident in her performance thus far, Oomi retook her stance a wide grin plastered across her face. “You’re going to lose.”

Meanwhile, Rin had gotten as close as Seiryu would have allowed her. Finally she spoke, loudly enough for everyone to hear her; “Lightning Strike!” She shouted as she sliced at the air with her sword Bingo. From the blade came a B Ranked bolt of lighting the speed toward Seiryu at the appropriate speed. This was her test, her chance to see just how much fun he was going to be to fight - to see just how badly she wanted to hurt him, to make him suffer.

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Seiryū

Seiryū


D-rank
As Seiryū’s flew well past Mao, hitting the ground a ways off from where he currently stood, the smirk that was etched on his own features seemed to remain somewhat permanent, only shifting slightly due to the adrenaline running through his body, something he hadn’t felt in a few weeks. Regardless, the situation wasn’t life threatening to Seiryū, so long as he didn’t entirely let down his guard. Seiryū reached with his free hand for another arrow, only the second one he had drawn out of the total ten he kept in his fairly quaint quiver. He kept the arrow resting on his bow, which he kept near waist level for he wouldn’t fire an arrow just at this moment, but rather he’d wish to see how Mao differed from Cho, though if they were on a similar level, this bout certainly wouldn’t last long either. Seiryū’s eyes watched Mao’s expression, seeing the disgust apparent on his face for a moment before his feet began to carry him over towards Seiryū. Mao’s expression seemed to transform to something more confident, having realized he dodged one arrow that would’ve caught him off guard, so any he could see coming would easily be dodged.

He could hear the sound of steps just meters away, his eyes slightly glancing in said direction to notice the addition of two more people, neither looking like the friendliest of the bunch. For now, Seiryū would simply act like he was unaware of their presence, simply to underplay his own skill if they happened to be enemies, for if they were allies, they certainly wouldn’t be hesitating to help them out. Rotating his right shoulder once, Seiryū cracked his neck as he shifted it towards his right shoulder. “This shouldn’t last long.” Seiryū muttered to himself, testing out his bowstring once more for no apparent reason other than to let his twitching muscles settle down for some few seconds. The sound of weapon being pulled out from its sheathe was apparent to his ears, yet his first concern was to immediately dispose of Mao before he dealt with what likely would be another enemy added on to the list that he had accumulated tonight.

Seiryū quickly shot off an arrow, letting scrape the inside of Mao’s right thigh, though as the arrow flew, his left hand quickly pulled out another arrow. He lined the arrow up with Mao, seeing the man’s expression transform in to something wracked with fear, for Mao had finally realized he was incapable of dodging such projectiles with his own abilities. Mao, for while he was faster than Seiryū assumed, just wasn’t quick enough to avoid anything Seiryū could throw at the man, for he had less than half a second to be aware of the attacks direction and get his body to move out of its way.

The second arrow that Seiryū had used landed soundly on the ground, and Mao seemed to have frozen up. Seiryū had decided toying around with Mao, like he had done with Cho, would just make things take far longer than necessary, though he would still need to wait for Oomi to finish her bout with Yu. With his right leg used to push his body forward, Seiryū took off at a quick sprint towards Mao, arrow in his left hand and bow remaining in his right. Before Mao could react to what was happening, Seiryū punched Mao in the gut, such that Seiryū’s centre of gravity was lower than Mao, and his punch would send the man momentarily floating in mid-air before his feet would land once more. Though, as that happened, Seiryū quickly maneuvered himself behind Mao, raising his left arm and then striking it down, letting his arrow pierce in to Mao’s back, just slightly off from the spinal cord and let the arrow remain implanted in the falling body.

Before Seiryū could react to the newest party to enter the fray, he heard the words “Lightning Strike!” His ears perked at the words, his eyes facing the direction the voice came from, yet it seemed a bit late for him to react completely to the attack that was thrown in his direction. Seiryū was only able to move out of the way of the attack, such that the attack skinned his outer left bicep, a burning smell now emanating from the area that was hit. The burn leaving pain that made it a bit difficult for Seiryū to fully utilize his left arm in the range of motion he usually required, but it wouldn’t be far too difficult for Seiryū to fight through. Burning flesh was only limited to a select area, for there was nothing that could make it spread further than where the lightning had struck him. His eyes turned towards the female with the sword who decided to intervene, Seiryū shaking off his right arm, as there seemed to be a momentary pause in the battle that was likely to come.

His lilac orbs calmly glared in the direction of the female who decided to partake in this fight. “I do hope that you know what you’re signing yourself up for. After these two, I’m beginning to question why you would even bother.” The implication of there being a lack of challenge thus far, for Seiryū’s skill level, was evident in his latter statement. If this had been any other situation but one where they were enemies to begin with, if this had been months ago, Seiryū would’ve tried a different approach to taking on this female. But, now he was here, wishing to get rid of her presence almost immediately, sate Oomi’s curiosity about the various training grounds of Sunagakure no Sato, and eventually head home to get a good night’s sleep, though with the pain coming for the burn mark he had, it would be a bit annoying to deal with unless he sought some way to ease the pain that came with it. Seiryū pulled out another arrow, only the third one so far, as he still had seven others in his quiver, but his eyes remained on the peculiar female, “Let’s see if your faster than the other two.” With those words, Seiryū let loose his third arrow, aiming it for the female’s chest, for where her heart would be located. He wondered if she possessed the skill to take it out mid-air with her katana, or if she would be fast enough to move out of the way. Regardless, Seiryū could easily add on even more speed to his arrows with a similar technique to the one he was currently using.


1136|6289 Total
Chakra: 240/250:

Oomi

Oomi


D-rank
- Round Four -

There was a lull in battle, a moment in which no man dared move on the other. Ironically, it was Seiryu who broke that moment of silence, having taken those precious moments to close the distance between he and Mao. Oomi glanced in their direction, affording them just long enough to see how easily Seiryu had lifted the man from the ground with a single punch. Even this bowman proved a powerful fighter. She was inspired to say the least, an unfortunate circumstance for Yu. However, he was granted further reprieve when from down the street came the proclamation of a lightning bolt, and the real thing shortly behind it.

“Aaah!” Oomi shoulder with excitement as she clapped her hands together. “That was sooo cool! I sooo have to fight you!” She quickly turned to Yu. “Is that your boss? I bet that’s your boss. Is she really strong? Let’s finish our fight quick so I can fight her too. I don’t want that guy to have all the fun.” Oops, she’d forgotten his name already in all the excitement - at least for now, probably just all the adrenaline pumping through her veins like lava.

Meanwhile, Seiryu had already mounted his counter attack. True and as fast as ever his arrow soared across the meters that separated him from Rin. She grinned and planted her feet firmly in the ground. She was going to prove her skill here and now, she’d pass his test and then they’d get on with the fun part. “I accept your challenge!” She barked as the arrow came within range. She swung her katana quickly, moving to knock the arrow’s head off as well as knocking it off course. Unfortunately, she’d misjudged its speed. Instead of finding her mark, the arrow ran across her arrow and nicked her neck fairly well. Blood had been drawn and like him she’d barely escaped. She’d need to close the distance, she immediately recognized that her life had been spared due to dumb luck.

Like a bat out of hell Rin charged toward Seiryu, weaving haphazardly across the distance that separated them, once she’d halved it she lunged forward her sword extended ahead of her and shouted; “Piercing Bolt!” Instantly her chakra was flung to the tip of her sword creating a small pointed shell from that point. The shell extended outward no more than 1 foot in any direction, but it’s size was truly only a worry if it managed to pierce flesh - and come out on the other side leaving a 1 foot hole in her target. Fortunately, Seiryu wouldn’t be letting that happen right? No gapping wounds in the chest.

Not far away Oomi and Yu’s battle had resumed with renewed vigor. Even Yu seemed spurred on by the arrival of Rin. His strikes came more quickly, and more strongly. Still, Oomi proved to be of greater skill and speed. Yu kicked his right foot low at Oomi’s left ankle, only to have it swatted away by Oomi’s own right foot. The same in respect could be said when Yu attempted a second kick at her right ankle. This he followed with a series of jabbing strikes all of which were swiftly batted away. In frustration Yu threw his all into suddenly dropping low and sweeping his legs towards Oomi’s. In this he found success and Oomi went toppling to the ground. Quickly, Yu stood and began stomping behind a rolling Oomi. He’d miss each and the would ground would seem to tremble beneath his feet, proving Oomi had been right to roll out of the way.

When finally Yu became tired of the chase Oomi rose to her feet and thumbed her nose. “Not bad, Yu of the Silver Lotus Clan.” Oomi smiled a wide a goofy smile. “Think it’s my turn now.” She chimed as she bounced on her feet and then suddenly took off toward Yu. She quickly cut right, pulling him, forcing him to turn ready to defend against her. She slowed in the last moment goading hiim into attempting to counter her. He stepped forward, and as she leapt from the ground he did as well. She extended her knee outward and he moved to kick her in the chest, however the difference in their speed was now apparent - Oomi kicked her leg out and before his could find its mark, her shin collided with his sternum and send him hurtling backward. In all her effort Oomi fell to the ground.

Both rose again together, wide grins on their faces. “I’m going to enjoy killing you.” Yu said as he clapped his hands together and created a series of hand seals. Earth from beneath him crept up his body and to his hands forming the paws of a tiger around them, each tipped with dagger like claws. It looked more ferocious than it actually was but it was enough to put pause in Oomi and allowed Yu time to close the gap between then and land a solid slashing strike across Oomi’s body diagonally from right to left. He followed this with a powerful forward kick that sent Oomi spiraling back a few meters.

If anything the girl was learning that her confidence was going to be the death of her. Just hopefully not today. Oomi rose to her feet, coughing up blood. Her eyes wandered to Seiryu and Rin who were surely buried deeply within their own battle by now. They might have looked a world apart, or as close as her own hands she couldn’t tell - her judgment clouded by pride and rage and all the other things that shouldn’t be relied on. Without warning she took off in a sprint toward Yu. He thought himself ready this time. He’d catch her and break her back, this fight was finished.

As Oomi approached she ducked low, feigning as if she were going to sweep for his legs. Yu lifted the leg closest to Oomi, attempting to dodge what he thought was coming. Instead at the last moment Oomi kicked from the ground and slammed both of her knees into Yu’s chest. Without time to react to the sudden change Yu took the brunt of the attack and collapsed around Oomi’s legs. As the two careened backward, Oomi slammed both of her elbows
into the top of Yu’s head - twice. When finally Yu hit the ground he’d find the weight of the young kunoichi slamming into his chest a second time. But she wasn’t finished with him. She didn’t even know if he was still conscious. It didn’t matter… A seemingly endless barrage of angry, rage driven fists pummeled the mans face without reprieve.

“Oh yes, her fathers child indeed.” The old woman chuckled from her seat as she watched the battle. “Pity that he’s a shinobi of this village, pity that.” She chimed.

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Seiryū

Seiryū


D-rank
“I accept your challenge!”

Just those words alone caused Seiryū to smirk, having a feeling she’d pose a closer challenge to him than the previous two combatants had been, the burn upon his arm was evident of that thus far. The grin that Rin presented as she accepted his challenge was met with one from Seiryū’s own, for he hadn’t launched his arrows at the fastest speed he had access to currently. Rin likely would grow used to the velocity they currently travelled at, but he doubted she would be completely prepared for the speed his next few would be travelling at. Seeing as how she misjudged the speed of the arrow, it had nicked her neck, just like how he had done so with Mao. Her swing of her katana missed his arrow entirely, perhaps she wasn’t on par with him, but she seemed to be faster than the other two he had taken out in just mere moments.

The small line of blood that was drawn wouldn’t be enough to deter his opponent, he knew, thus as he was about to draw out another arrow, he noticed Rin immediately begin charging towards him, weaving so he wouldn’t be able to have a direct shot. She proved to be fast, though from seeing her run, she wasn’t as fast as Seiryū, but fairly close in that regard. Once the distance between them was no more than ten meters, Seiryū prepped one of the various defensive techniques he had available to himself. Instantly, Seiryū crouched down, placing his free left hand upon the ground and pushed chakra through his arm towards his hand. Just a brief moment later, after Rin had let out the words “Piercing Bolt!” and foot long shell formed at the tip of her blade, Seiryū’s technique was apparent to the eyes, for a barrier formed around him, easily absorbing the impact of the attack Rin had thrown towards him. Her blade would simply bounce off the barrier, as the barrier was practically impenetrable by anything that Rin would have available to her in her arsenal.

As the brief reprieve from Rin attack had given Seiryū just a moment to breathe, he instantly reached back with his left hand to draw out his next arrow. His smirk was still apparent; a gleam in his eyes was the only thing giving away his pattern of thought. Immediately, Seiryū drew back the arrow and funnelled more chakra in to his weaponry. This time, not only would Seiryū make his attack go even faster, but the chakra flowing through his bow would add a small amount of katon chakra for some minor burns, nothing that was too hurtful to the human body, yet it would allow for simple brief openings that he would eventually be able to take advantage of when given the chance. Thus, Seiryū launched his arrow, aiming at Rin’s midsection from his currently crouched position, though after he would lose another arrow in his possession, Seiryū would leap back to create another gap between himself and Rin.


519|6808 Total
Chakra: 200/250:

Seiryū

Seiryū


D-rank
The arrow that he released soared through the air, piercing through the minimal breeze that was present. In less than a second, his arrow had reached the destination he had in mind, for Rin didn’t possess the ability to process the arrow he fired, nor the time to react to it through instincts alone, though he certainly gave her effort for trying. Unfortunately though, his arrow decided to make its home in her midsection, the arrowhead completely disappearing and light burn marks appearing on the surrounding skin. With the shaft of the arrow stick out like a handle, Seiryū drawn out another arrow, quickly drawing it back. One. Two. Three. The arrow was no longer in his possession, for it decided to join the previous arrow he had utilized. This one wasn’t aimed near the previous one, but instead aimed at her left shoulder joint.

Rin seemed to be staggering a bit in her movements, dragging her body forward as she tried closing the distance between herself and Seiryū. His eyes watched her, taking in the movements and anticipating his next course of action, even if this battle was practically over. Seiryū, for all intents and purposes, simply outclassed her in every way. His long range easily made her close range weaponry useless, for she couldn’t get in close enough and wasn’t fast enough to evade any technique that he had available in his disposal. Her offensive ninjutsu, certainly dangerous, even if Seiryū managed to avoid most of the damage from her initial attack, was easily voided by his Fūinjutsu, and he figured the techniques he had available would easily cancel out anything she could throw at him.

Standing up straight and tossing his bow aside for the moment, for Seiryū wouldn’t need it to finish this fight… if it could even be called that. Drawing out his kunai in his left hand and gathering three senbon in the other, Seiryū prepared himself for likely the weakest points in his repertoire, close range combat. Rin’s current state, however, made the task far simpler than it would’ve been otherwise. Taking off at a slow pace before going in to a complete sprint, Seiryū readied the kunai in his hands, prepared to use it like a dagger at a moment’s notice. He was faster than Rin, no matter the condition, so he wouldn’t have to worry about speed being the issue. As for reaction time, that was yet to be discovered, but thus far Rin hadn’t been able to dodge his arrows, though those were difficult enough to avoid as is. As he got within arm’s reach of Rin, Seiryū swiped with the hand holding the kunai, catching the outside of her right arm, though he let his momentum carry him a bit further, placing himself behind her, though both their backs were turned to one another.

As Seiryū turned around fully, Rin was halfway through the process, the quick succession of blows Seiryū had delivered thus far likely being the reason she’d slowed down. With the three senbon, he quickly imbedded them in to the shoulder facing towards him, the damage not being as bad as the blows for the arrows. All this was followed by a quick chop to her neck, easily putting her down, her hand with the katana falling from the motion it had taken to swing wildly at him. A second past before anything happened, the woman’s body went limp, would’ve feel straight to the ground and suffered a head injury, had Seiryū not taken to catching her limp body and easing it to the ground. He glanced over at Oomi and her on-going battle, though now that it was practically concluded with Oomi wailing away at Yu, Seiryū knew he was no longer needed, for he spotted the old woman just a bit further off, having been watching them this entire time. Without a word, Seiryū gathered his belongings, the bow mainly, and decided that Oomi would be able to handle this on her own.


-Exit Thread-
685|7493 Total
Chakra: 200/250:
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