1 Bring them to life.. [jutsu training] Wed Jan 16, 2013 9:32 pm
Luca
Dead
- Jutsu being trained:
- Name: Battousai
Canon/Custom: Custom
Rank: C
Type: Offensive
Element: Fuuton
Range: Med (5m - 10Ms)
Specialty: Kenjutsu/Ninjutsu
Duration: Two post
Cooldown: Four posts
Description: This is an odd jutsu, as it is meant to deceive the target. The user swings their sword at the target, sending a vortex of wind at them. Just before striking the target, the vortex dissipates. At this point, the user will act as if the jutsu failed, playing along the deception portion of the jutsu. On the next post, however, a vortex of wind will build around the target's feet and erupt upwards, taller than the target and taking the appearance of a persona holding a sword and spinning around the target, with the sword pointed inward, lifting the target several feet (No more than three) into the air. While the target is suspended by the winds, they are open to more attacks. The winds are sharp, capable of slicing up to two inches deep into flesh, more often than not, damaging muscle fibers and unprotected organs. After several seconds, the vortex will disparate once more, allowing the target to fall.
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Yawn.
His red gaze stared down at the pages; the words written upon them having blurred into some sort of sick sadistic twisted dance long ago. He'd been at this studying thing for how long now? Oh right; it was about four in the morning. So, make that a good sixteen hours now; of doing nothing more than leaning over the desk, eyes locked onto countless words on even more countless pages of text. The stack of books next to him paid tribute to all that he had read. There was a good stack of about eight of them there; some new, some older than probably dirt itself. Each one had been paid extra special attention to, each one had failed him.
The knowledge he was seeking wasn't found in those books, it was found within the pages of the one in front of him. The one whose words were blurring together into a sea of nothingness. He had read it once, twice even, but the third time just was not about to happen. He reached a pale hand up, rubbing at his eyelids in an attempt to force his eye balls and brain to focus. He squinted a bit, moved his head towards the book and then away from it; any thing at all that would make the words form into actual letters: characters even. It didn't work. Alas, it was utterly hopeless.
He straightened up, leaning his own back against that of the chairs as he stretched his arms skyward with another drawn out yawn. Finished with that he reached forward and with a light flick of his wrist he closed the book with a soft thud. There would be no more reading for a good while; not until he either got some sleep, or took a long walk to wake himself up. Given that it was about four in the morning, so he would get about two hours of sleep before the usual noise of the hotel he was staying in would start up and wake him up anyway, he settled for the walk.
Tap...
Tap...
Tap...
Came his soft foot steps across the wooden floor of his room as he moved to the bed where he had laid his weapons. He would bring at least one of them with him; his usual, favorite pick: Satsujin no Ito. The sword looked like an over-sized elegant cleaver than a normal katana. It has no tsuba and no proper hilt; but a cloth wrapped tang, with the cloth itself extending down over the black blade with a silver edge, to form a sheath of sorts. Of course, he was always capable of manipulating the cloth at a moments notice, extending it or otherwise as he needed. In fact, the blade itself formed an rather nice shield... But, that wasn't what he was going to need it for.
He picked up the blade, holstering it upon his back. With another glance around the room with his red gaze he then proceeded to the door, his feet continuing to make the same, soft noise as he walked:
Tap...
Tap...
Tap...
Reaching the door he exited the hotel room, pausing only long enough to close the door behind him. He looked up and down the hall once before turning to the left, heading in the direction of the exit to the building. As he walked, undisturbed because of the lack of awake people at this hour of the morning - even the desk attendant was passed out on top of a small stack of paper -, he went over the idea for the jutsu that he had in his mind. It was supposed to be done in two steps, a feint attack; or so that was how it would look, as the first part. Then the second part; the actual attack itself. A whirlwind of sorts that would not only lift the opponent into the air - thus leaving them open for more attacks - but that would attack them itself by the actual slicing power of the whirlwind.
Before he knew it his nearly silent steps had taken him out into the streets of Konoha and down them. They, too, were rather empty. Only the random stranger that was busy opening and setting up some of the shops. They paid little attention to him; too busy in their tasks at hand, and possibly going over the amount of profit they would bring in that day. His own stomach growled as he passed by some of the closed food stalls, and he chuckled to himself. "Maybe I'll treat myself to a nice cupcake if I can learn this jutsu before the sun finishes rising." Yes, that was what he would do, he would set himself a goal such as this, something to strive towards. It would be perfect.
He reached the forests quickly and entered them without hesitation; his goal was deeper in, a private place he could train without being disturbed; red gaze piercing through the darkness.
He walked for several long minutes until he stumbled across an empty clearing. It would work; especially as it held a single straw dummy that had been left behind from someone else who had obviously used the place before him to train. He placed himself across from it, facing it casually. He went over the steps in his head again, the fake-looking attack and the actual attack itself. 'This shouldn't be hard...', he though to himself, taking his blade in hand.
He lifted his sword, swinging it in the general direction of the dummy; unleashing a whirlwind. The whirlwind raced towards the dummy, dissipating right before striking it. He waited for it; knowing it was soon to come. Just as he expected the whirlwind picked up once more, taking the shape of a human being as it continued to turn with a sword turned inward around the target, surrounding the target, and lifting the straw dummy up into the air. The air began to make slices into the straw, cutting entire sections away after several seconds; otherwise destroying the entire dummy in the end once slash of the wind at a time.
Returning his blade back to his back he turned and began to walk away, moving through the forest and back into the village itself without even a second look back. He was awake now, and he had the jutsu learned; it was all and all the beginning of a perfect day. Now, if only that cup cake stall he passed was open.. then he'd be in Heaven.
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