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1Badly Done [ Invite Only | No Kill ] Empty Badly Done [ Invite Only | No Kill ] Thu Jan 26, 2017 10:46 pm

Nakajima Naho

Nakajima Naho


D-rank
The merciless midday sun glared down at the golden sands beneath, stretching as far as the eye could see and further still in the vast desert that was the Land of Wind. In one small spot in the vast desert expanse was the village of Sunagakure, on the outskirts of which Naho found herself leaning against a metallic pole erected among the dunes. It was one of four that outlined the rundown training grounds she'd been assigned for the weekend, likely leftover from Sunagakure's early days when the land and a sparring partner were the ideal conditions for optimum training.

By that definition, Naho was set up for the perfect training session. It was optional for ninja of any rank to go searching for spars, whether within or without their rank. Naho simply preferred the unpredictability that arose from a mutual spar to the monotonous drones of the Chuunin who oversaw her graduation as she ran laps around the village and emptied her fists into a straw dummy. But to have been assigned one of the least used training grounds was insulting. The environment didn't look like it'd been touched by civilisation for generations, save for the panoramic view of Sunagakure's signature domed buildings behind her.

Naho slid down onto the warm sand, with the metal, insulated by a thick layer of cotton, a welcome support for her back, patiently waiting for her sparring partner to come to the middle of nowhere.




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2Badly Done [ Invite Only | No Kill ] Empty Re: Badly Done [ Invite Only | No Kill ] Fri Jan 27, 2017 12:52 am

Kai Mishima

Kai Mishima


D-rank
Another mission for a village he did not truely support. This time, it was something simple; spar with a kid from the village, and test thier strength. Apparently, a teacher from the local academy would be hiding nearby, watching the course of the battle to see how the genin performed in the situation. Not that Xio cared; he was only here for the money.

The only reason he even knew of this job was because an old teacher that took an interest in him during his academy days contacted him with the information when he heard about being released from prison and wanting to go legit. What better way to earn legit money and not have to worry about the local ninja than to work for them, training thier younger generation?

Xio could think of a few things.

But that did not matter at the moment. He had agreed to do this job, and he would see it through to the end. He had been told that the setting for this fight would be in one of the more remote training areas of the village. And so, it was to this place that male truged towards, silently cursing the village planners for putting a training area this far out. It was hot as balls, and his state of dress did little to help with the heat; the male was clothed in a black shirt over shorts. His feet were shod in plain black shoes; each step they made dug into the sands, pushing him forward. At his waist, a hip pouch hung containing a single kunai and several shuriken. As the sun shone down on the grassland, the male peered into the distance; spotting what appeared to be four posts set up some distance apart from each others, and someone leaning against one of them. From the way the male was approaching, the persona would see him clearly as he made his way closer. The first thing he noticed about the persona was the red hair atop their head; an odd color. He had never seen anyone with hair that shade of red before. As the male drew nearer to the persona, he could see that it was a female; he was assigned to fight a woman?

Huh. Oh well.

Xio was not one to judge, but could not help but wonder why the instructor had paired him against a female to spar with? Xio was not fond of most women he knew; between his mother's uncaring nature and the general airheaded stupidity of his kunoichi former classmates, he wanted nothing to do with them. But for him to be assigned to fight one now? Ugh..

As he approached the female, Xio gave her a hard look before speaking, "Kyamalie, Xio. Are you my partner for today?" As he waited for her to speak, the male's grey eyes looked her up and down, taking in the measure of her appearance. She did not seem like much, but then again, he knew nothing about her. Xio could only pray she was not just another airheaded kunoichi.

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3Badly Done [ Invite Only | No Kill ] Empty Re: Badly Done [ Invite Only | No Kill ] Fri Jan 27, 2017 3:39 pm

Nakajima Naho

Nakajima Naho


D-rank
Naho angled her head, interest bubbling when the approaching figure from the distance grew from a mere dot to the size of her pinky. She'd bumped into few people even on her way here, and she immediately assumed his identity was of the person she was supposed to fight, the male build giving away his gender before the shade had completely lifted on his person.

"Kyamalie Xio," the man introduced, his black attire matching the tied up hair. His eyes drilled into her own from their uneven heights, with Naho still on the ground, leaning against the pole. There was a certain disapproval hidden behind stormy eyes of grey, which eyed her like a predator. She recognised being evaluated on the spot, a look so often plastered on her mother's face it would take an eternity for her to miss such scrutiny in the eyes of another. "Are you my partner for today?" he finished.

Naho stood up, dusting herself off. "Took you long enough," she answered indirectly, even though the wait hadn't been long nor were they past their schedule in the slightest, and supplied, "Nakajima Naho."

She stood with her right hand resting at the back of her hip, shifting her weight onto her right leg, a common posture of boredom she (and people in general) adopted. Outwardly, she was waiting for him to walk to the other end of the training field so they could begin; she didn't plan to trudge the hot sand. His chivalry would also open some curtains into his persona, which would help her find chinks in his armor or patterns in his form.

Of course, she wasn't completely defenseless. While there were no objects nearby that either of them could substitute with – she'd checked – her right hand was slipped into her ninja pouch, out of sight. It was curled around a kunai in case he wanted to begin their game earlier than he thought her to expect. Either way, she'd entertain his wishes until one of them couldn't stand.




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4Badly Done [ Invite Only | No Kill ] Empty Re: Badly Done [ Invite Only | No Kill ] Sat Jan 28, 2017 2:54 am

Kai Mishima

Kai Mishima


D-rank
"Took you long enough."

Wow. Rude much? A small frown crossed the male's face; he was here at the correct time, was he not? He was not late, but for this woman to say such as if he were... Xio was already having second thoughts about this sparring match between them. But he could not do that; he was a man of his word; it was all he had in this word sans his testicles. For the moment, he would let it slide; he was here to do a job, and he would keep his word.

"Nakajima Naho." As the female spoke her name, the male ran it through his mental filters, attempting to think of or remember if he had heard of it before. A few things popped up, namely the clan's influence in the government of Sunagakure no Sato. Hell, even the judge that sentenced Xio to prison all those years ago was a Nakajima. But while the clan was known for being fairly wealthy, there were also numerous rumors of shady deals here and there with the various 'ruling' criminal bodies of the village. But then again, what family ever got rich by doing things completely legitimately? Given this female's familial background, why the hell was she a ninja? She could have easily been at home, sitting pretty in a room surrounded by attending butlers and maids and shit that Xio could only dream of. She probably had a pool room filled with gold coins that she regularly dived into to swim laps; the very mental image of which gave the male a mental boner. Not that he was thinking about this female swimming, but the sheer amount of money needed to pull off something like that. So much goddamn money.

Fucking rich people.

If Xio were not trying to be any sort of legitimate person, he would simply incapacitate this female and kidnap her for ransom. He knew of a spot where he could keep her, but there were too many loose ends. He was hired for this mission by a ninja of the active shinobi roster, so there was official records of this meeting supposedly happening. Plus, there was a moderator watching from somewhere nearby. In addition, there was no telling how many people knew where she was right now. Add on the fact of her family, and the fact that her name carried a lot of weight around the village. A missing Nakajima kid? Female at that? Xio would have Black Ops breathing down his neck, and that was something he did not want. He had seen the Black Ops Squad in action only once in his life, during a riot at the prison. The riot had been underway for over an hour until the Black Ops squad arrived. They moved like a black wind through the prison, disabling and taking down every inmate that was out of place in a matter of minutes with brutal efficiency. Xio wanted nothing to do with that again.

When she was finished speaking, the male nodded to her as the frown slipped from his face.  His head tipped to the side, watching calmly as one of her hands slipped behind her body: quite possibly to reach for some sort of weapon or such. To keep things from moving too quickly, he spoke up again, "So, how are we going to do this? Do we just start, or..?" His voice was calm, almost quiet as he waited for his answer, empty hands lifting up to crack his knuckles. The male was fine with starting however she wanted; it was roughly a distance of five meters, or about fifteen feet between the two of them. If she wanted to throw down right then and there, so be it. Xio specialized in Taijutsu and weapons usage while in the Sunagakure no Sato Ninja Academy, his favorite weapon and best weapon being nothing more than a simple kunai. He liked being up close and personal with his attacks; his body seemed to react just a hair faster than most other people, and it allowed him to thrive in combat. Many a night, the only reason why he came out of a fucked up situation was because he seemed to have a knack for knowing what was coming and how to dodge it.

What would this female choose to say? Did she want to just get into the thick of it, or did she want to build up with a warm up, first?

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5Badly Done [ Invite Only | No Kill ] Empty Re: Badly Done [ Invite Only | No Kill ] Sat Jan 28, 2017 9:27 am

Nakajima Naho

Nakajima Naho


D-rank
The man's head tilted to the side, eyes calmly following her right hand. Naho noticed he was sharp, near instantly keeping an eye on her from such a simple maneuver. To filter in stimuli from his immediate environment without too much of a change or jerk would make him a more difficult opponent to pull wool over.

“So, how are we going to do this? Do we just start, or...?” he asked. As he did so, his hands lifted up intimidatingly, cracking his knuckles at chest level. Each resounding pop echoed in their empty environment, with only the howl of wind from a far-off distance singing a choir to their spar.

Naho wouldn't admit that she was looking forward to it. Weekly schedule fights were always interesting, but Kyamalie Xio in particular seemed like he was a step above the others she'd faced. She wondered though, if he was still a step below her, despite the level-headed persona she'd gleaned from his near one track mind in pursuing what he was here to do. Secondary inhibitions seemed to be dangled carelessly out the window; he just wanted it done with as soon as he could, and she could respect his intentions.

After all, sometimes she got pissy too when she woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

Her finger toyed with the kunai in her pouch, flitting past one senbon before curling back against the handle of the ring. “We can start however you like.”




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6Badly Done [ Invite Only | No Kill ] Empty Re: Badly Done [ Invite Only | No Kill ] Sun Jan 29, 2017 11:21 pm

Kai Mishima

Kai Mishima


D-rank
“We can start however you like.”

She had no preference, huh? Very well then. Xio would straighten himself up for a brief moment, offering the woman a formal bow of respect. If Naho followed through with returning the gesture, he would hold it for a moment before releasing it and falling into a basic fighting stance; open hands raised before his body and his left foot sliding back behind him as his knees bent slightly.

As he waited for a moment, allowing her to make any last minute adjustments to herself or decide if she was going to attack first, his facial expression would change; an emotionless mask slid over his visage as those grey eyes locked onto the female. His mind went into overdrive, formulating out potential plans and methods of approach and counter attacks; nothing could be set in stone, however, as Xio knew nothing of this female's fighting style. His own knowledge of fighting was limited as well; he knew the basics of local fighting styles from his days in the Sunagakure no Sato Shinobi Academy, and plenty of 'street' styles thanks to his lifestyle. If this woman had something different, he would be at a disadvantage until he could detect a pattern in her movements. But, Xio had a feeling that Naho would not make the first move; with the way she seemed, sh would attempt to wait for an opening to strike

Provided that this female did not take the first move, Xio would begin with his own; a quick run toward the woman, a direct head on assault. As Xio drew close to the female, he would leap at her with a meter of distance left to spare, left leg snapping outward at level with her upper chest to connect with his shin. He was not sure what to expect with this woman, so, he had to see how she would react; why not use a simple taijutsu combination to test her? And so..

He would not be surprised if she ducked the blow; it was a simple maneuver and ducking it was a completely natural reaction that many people would have. But that was the bait, and if she took it, things would be much easier for Xio; if this female happened to duck the blow; the male would simply use his momentum to his advantage. Continuing his spin, the male would simply drop down to the ground and, with his leg still extended, lash out at her legs as well. If this woman was not good at reading attack patterns, this would undoubtedly be her down fall. If the male were successful with colliding with her legs, sweeping them out from  under her, the female would most likely be helpless in the air for the briefest moments, unless she had something up her sleeve to counter; even a simple jump would suffice. Even if she did jump, those brief moments in the air would be all that Xio needed. Provided that the previously two kicks played out as he wished, either by her ducking the first and getting caught or jumping over the second; the male would carry on with his momentum,  rising up into a third and final kick to assault the chest of the more than likely still airborne female. An airborne target was one that was unlikely to dodge a blow coming at them unless they knew how to fly; and Xio was sure that this female could not.

Xio was not worried about seriously hurting the female; if any of the kicks hit her, she would be left with minor, painful bruising on the struck area; nothing an ice pack could not relieve in a few hours and would clear up in a few days. Beyond that, and quite possibly a bruised ego, if she had one, she would be okay.

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7Badly Done [ Invite Only | No Kill ] Empty Re: Badly Done [ Invite Only | No Kill ] Mon Jan 30, 2017 11:49 am

Nakajima Naho

Nakajima Naho


D-rank
Five meters separated the two of them, and after Naho's welcome, the man straightened himself and bowed formally. Naho raised a brow, but didn't return the gesture. It was the first in a long line of fights that a proper sign of respect had been issued, and Naho admitted she was momentarily stunned. The only response was the look of amused surprise on her face, which she didn't bother hiding behind the mask of blankness that soon took root in Xio's eyes and lips, after he'd entered the basic Sunagakure fighting stance.

Chivalry continued to play its deceptive tune as the man waited for her to adjust herself. She realised she looked quite defenseless still with her right hand behind her hip, and her weight shifted to one side. It was a simple look that feigned her inexperience – the taut muscles underneath her garments and the careful watch in her eys were often shadowed by the carefree smirk she wore on her face. From what she'd seen, he didn't think too much of her either, and that was how she liked it. Sadly, she wouldn't rebut him on that regardless; she hadn't come fully equipped with what she had in mind either.

Xio's stance resembled the familiar Sunagakure basic taijutsu style, but his age suggested he'd seen more than his share of taijutsu, if he planned to rely on it. Consciously or not, the body absorbed experience and evolved, so any martial form not practiced to perfection would eventually lose its significance as it grew to personify the user instead of the art. The basic academy stance was one such form meant only to kickstart one's physical abilities, but never would it come close to licking the heels that better taijutsu schools claimed.

As expected, her idleness spurred him into action. He ran at her at a pace comfortable to follow. At this, she stepped her right leg back in preparation for a scuffle. With one meter to go, he left the ground, jumping to send his left leg straight at her chest. It was a simple taijutsu technique, one she'd reacted to many times in the past with many variations that kept the move interesting, but it was the beauty of taijutsu that she couldn't expect what was to come next.

Xio thought correctly that she, like others, would opt to duck under the strike. But, Naho was a little different. She had a personal flair to sate, and simply bending at the knee, such a static move indeed, wouldn't be enough to fall in line with the song her body was playing. It wanted to engage, it wanted the risk, and it wanted the danger, and knowing she could afford it in this exchange, she listened.

Unpredictability was not Xio's monopoly.

Naho ducked, executing it by sliding forward on her kneeswith a drag from her forward-facing left leg and bending her body backward such that the left leg sailed over her. At the same time, as her body dropped to the ground, a single senbon between her little and ring fingers was thrown up casually, its size invisible to the man, whose attention would be focused on her in particular, reacting to her response rather than the weapon hidden in the searing white background by the glint of the sun, or the near negligible string of chakra connected to her ring finger. Her hand, still in her pouch, was home to two more senbon held between her thumb and index finger, and between that and her middle finger. As she ducked, she made apparent the very obvious intent of counterattacking by whipping her hand out, throwing these two senbon directly into his torso, a move that at this distance of less than half a meter not taking into account the length of her hand, would be impossible to dodge.

With the motion of her hand, which was kept to a minimum, was the flex that brought the spare senbon harmlessly floating in the air straight into Xio's neck if he weren't careful. Even with his perception and reaction time, occupied with her as he was, he wouldn't notice until it stuck half an inch into his throat. Meanwhile, a kunai slid into her left hand.




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8Badly Done [ Invite Only | No Kill ] Empty Re: Badly Done [ Invite Only | No Kill ] Wed Mar 01, 2017 11:55 pm

Nakajima Naho

Nakajima Naho


D-rank
The sun had long set past the horizon, dipping its brightness behind concaving dunes in the distance. The scholar wasn't sure if those were hills or mountains, stretching to the far west, maybe even beyond the lands that Sunagakure and the Land of Wind lay claim to, but their interests never extended so far away from the central activities that paraded the Elemental Continents. All the politics and intrigue partied away to the north and the east, and oftentimes leaking to the south, with hidden villages and large, domineering countries bordering her home on all those fronts, that no one, not even wanderers or travellers, took their eyes away long enough to be entranced by the curiosity of what could lay to the west beyond the desert of fossils and sand.

Her earlier spar had ended in a tie, much to her displeasure. She had been parading around as a Genin, one of the least talented of the ninja pecking system yet one of the brightest of her peers. Takanibu and Koryusai couldn't hope to compete with her if they stood on equal grounod, and they too had been labelled as some of the best in her year, with their individual talents experiencing nothing but rampant growth after their graduation from the Academy, and even moreso after their sensei's tragic death. It reminded her that the anniversary of his passing was soon approaching, creeping ever steadily with each day, and every year would be a repeat of the hourly grieving her team would grant to dear Okitsugu.

She eyed the vase of yellow roses sitting by the open windowsill. She'd left some at his grave the previous year, their symbolism of close bonds reflective of the dynamic in her squad despite the short time spent together; perhaps she'd do the same this year and leave a few stalks by the gravestone that marked his resting place. Or, she could leave in the few upcoming days to pick out a new selection more befitting of her sensei. Whichever the case, she put it to the back of her mind as she wiped her hair dry; rivulets of water continued staining her white nightgown in a race following her usual nightly rituals.

Xio had been a challenge, yet she was naught to admit that she hadn't given him a run for his money. Even up till now she failed to see how the battle turned out as it had, with both parties springing surprise after surprise on the other, desperate to grasp the upper hand and just shy of it every time.

No matter. She wasn't in it for the glory. Not yet.





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