1 Sennin vs. Sannin: The Hour is Upon us [Invite Only-Midnight] Wed Nov 13, 2013 10:22 am
Kenji Chikara
D-rank
“I can do it… it’s nothing… it’s just a spar.” Kenji stood in the middle of the battle plateau. “Worst case scenario… I’ll learn a lot.” Kenji reached in his pocket, “Hm, weird.” Kenji continued fishing through his pocket, then his other. “Where is my granola bar…” Kenji’s head slumped down as he remembered his long morning where he spent an excessive amount of time tending to his weapons, polishing the wood of his crossbow, and cleaning his two katanas. “I must’ve left it when I rushed out the house. This is not a good start.”
Not even Kenji, a shinobi with supreme confidence could resist the anxiety of facing the former Raikage, a shinobi Kenji respected. On the blue haired sage’s hip was his Hane, and slung over his back was a 20 bolt quiver, and a crossbow, that was currently lying on the ground, but had a strap that would allow his to carry over his shoulder. On pouches on various spots on his person were basic projectiles such as kunai and shuriken. Then, of course, always equipped were his gloves of reflection. He took a deep breath, as he waited for the Legendary Sanin to arrive, where a clash of two game shinobi would test each other’s skill.
The blue hair shinobi’s eyes squinted as he saw a figure fast approaching “Is that...” “Kenji! Kenji!” It appeared to be one of the villagers. The man that ran towards Kenji was a man of average stature. His hair was short and spiky. His cheeks were burning red from his run. “I- heard- the- Lion- Sage- was doing battle- here at the Battle Plateau.” Met with a solemn expression and a nod, “It’s been so long since you’ve been seen in combat, you used to put on several shows before going off to train. There are a few more people coming to see you fight.” Grinning, welcoming the adoration, “They won’t regret it, it should be eventful.” The man began gasping even more, apparently in shock from the sage speaking to him. He shook his head in an attempt to get his bearings. “Who- who is the unlucky and doomed sheep that will be facing you?” The fan’s eyes were shimmering with happiness. Kenji gulped, and let the name “Midnight”, escape is lips in a whisper. “I’m sorry great Sage? Who is it?” Kenji exhaled, “I will be facing the former Raikage, and Sanin, Midnight.”
The man that stood in front of him feinted dramatically. The sage sighed and looked around, seeing if anyone was watching. Kenji knelt down, and slapped the young man in the face. “Hey. HEY! Are you okay man?” The guy said shivering, “Mid- Midnight.” The guy scurried to his feet and fled the Plateau, screaming at the top of his lungs, “MIDNIGHT IS FIGHTING AT THE BATTLE PLATEAU, KENJI; OUR BELOVED KENJI IS GOING TO DIE!” Steam might as well have been blasting from Kenji’s ears as he was infuriated by the guy’s quick change in position, and his declaration of the Sage’s death. His ego shattered, but he quickly gathered the pieces together. Without a doubt, Kenji’s exchange with Midnight was going to quickly turn into an event. 10, no 5 minutes top, the area for spectators at the battle plateau would be overflowing. The Legendary Sanin would probably hear a commotion through the village, and some jerk screaming his name, declaring his victory over the Kumogakure Jounin.
The two men had met briefly, during the bizarre events of the Namahage Festival. It was there that Kenji introduced himself to the Sanin. Through their meeting, Kenji was able to get the Sanin to agree with a light spar at the Battle Plateau. The battle keen sage couldn’t pass up the opportunity to obtain a battle with a Sanin, a former Kage. From Kenji’s position, he could feel a small rumble, causing a light vibration in the ground. “Alright, it’s time to get focused. Despite Midnight’s impressive resume and experience, he doesn’t know what I can do; I need to exercise that advantage to its full extent. I’ve never met another shinobi who could match my speed… something tells me though, Midnight could be that guy. If my cherished speed advantaged is nullified, then I’ll have to go to plan B.”
The game-plan was simple, it was safe to say that, based on his opponent’s accomplishments, he was a superior fighter; therefore, Kenji would most likely get one shot, one opening, and he would have to be ready, no, more than ready to pounce. “The moment will be gone in a blink of an eye, and if anyone’s got the juice to capitalize of such a short window, it’s me.” Kenji confidence was beginning to beam, back to his boastful and sure self. He was ready to strike Midnight, no-pun-intended.
Training: 836
Not even Kenji, a shinobi with supreme confidence could resist the anxiety of facing the former Raikage, a shinobi Kenji respected. On the blue haired sage’s hip was his Hane, and slung over his back was a 20 bolt quiver, and a crossbow, that was currently lying on the ground, but had a strap that would allow his to carry over his shoulder. On pouches on various spots on his person were basic projectiles such as kunai and shuriken. Then, of course, always equipped were his gloves of reflection. He took a deep breath, as he waited for the Legendary Sanin to arrive, where a clash of two game shinobi would test each other’s skill.
The blue hair shinobi’s eyes squinted as he saw a figure fast approaching “Is that...” “Kenji! Kenji!” It appeared to be one of the villagers. The man that ran towards Kenji was a man of average stature. His hair was short and spiky. His cheeks were burning red from his run. “I- heard- the- Lion- Sage- was doing battle- here at the Battle Plateau.” Met with a solemn expression and a nod, “It’s been so long since you’ve been seen in combat, you used to put on several shows before going off to train. There are a few more people coming to see you fight.” Grinning, welcoming the adoration, “They won’t regret it, it should be eventful.” The man began gasping even more, apparently in shock from the sage speaking to him. He shook his head in an attempt to get his bearings. “Who- who is the unlucky and doomed sheep that will be facing you?” The fan’s eyes were shimmering with happiness. Kenji gulped, and let the name “Midnight”, escape is lips in a whisper. “I’m sorry great Sage? Who is it?” Kenji exhaled, “I will be facing the former Raikage, and Sanin, Midnight.”
The man that stood in front of him feinted dramatically. The sage sighed and looked around, seeing if anyone was watching. Kenji knelt down, and slapped the young man in the face. “Hey. HEY! Are you okay man?” The guy said shivering, “Mid- Midnight.” The guy scurried to his feet and fled the Plateau, screaming at the top of his lungs, “MIDNIGHT IS FIGHTING AT THE BATTLE PLATEAU, KENJI; OUR BELOVED KENJI IS GOING TO DIE!” Steam might as well have been blasting from Kenji’s ears as he was infuriated by the guy’s quick change in position, and his declaration of the Sage’s death. His ego shattered, but he quickly gathered the pieces together. Without a doubt, Kenji’s exchange with Midnight was going to quickly turn into an event. 10, no 5 minutes top, the area for spectators at the battle plateau would be overflowing. The Legendary Sanin would probably hear a commotion through the village, and some jerk screaming his name, declaring his victory over the Kumogakure Jounin.
The two men had met briefly, during the bizarre events of the Namahage Festival. It was there that Kenji introduced himself to the Sanin. Through their meeting, Kenji was able to get the Sanin to agree with a light spar at the Battle Plateau. The battle keen sage couldn’t pass up the opportunity to obtain a battle with a Sanin, a former Kage. From Kenji’s position, he could feel a small rumble, causing a light vibration in the ground. “Alright, it’s time to get focused. Despite Midnight’s impressive resume and experience, he doesn’t know what I can do; I need to exercise that advantage to its full extent. I’ve never met another shinobi who could match my speed… something tells me though, Midnight could be that guy. If my cherished speed advantaged is nullified, then I’ll have to go to plan B.”
The game-plan was simple, it was safe to say that, based on his opponent’s accomplishments, he was a superior fighter; therefore, Kenji would most likely get one shot, one opening, and he would have to be ready, no, more than ready to pounce. “The moment will be gone in a blink of an eye, and if anyone’s got the juice to capitalize of such a short window, it’s me.” Kenji confidence was beginning to beam, back to his boastful and sure self. He was ready to strike Midnight, no-pun-intended.
Training: 836