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Makoto~

Makoto~


D-rank
Exhibition Match:

It was no surprise that Makoto was not prepared, he did not understand any of it as he waited in the sparring arena. He could not believe, he had no way to believe it and he had no choice but to un-believe the unbelievable. Makoto was getting ready as Ashe was told to stay out of this fight, he was going to face off against someone from Iwa and all he could think was that it would be someone who looks like some crazed ripped brute of a man with a six pack and eight abs with muscles on top of their muscles with even more muscles as he was preparing himself for creating a new technique unlike any other technique he had before.

Makoto was busy stretching and was wearing his light fibre vest and reinforced t-shirt as he prepared for the battle not know who his opponent would be. He only had his yari equipped in his hand while his shield stayed on his back as a way to keep him from being stabbed in the back. He did not bother with his cloak as he felt concealing his weapons better was meaningless as he wanted to really stab someone real badly, while at the same time wanting to create a new kind of jutsu unlike any jutsu he had used before. Makoto waited patiently for his opponent to arrive and for the signal for their encounter to begin.

Words = 243

Chakra = 255

Mood = Moody

Teiho

Teiho


D-rank


Taiho Seiker


The Boxer
The dust had barely cleared on Taiho’s mental and physical revival before he was back into the metaphorical saddle. His body barely had managed to stitch itself back together, his Uzumaki genetics still not used to actually healing him of any real injuries. It seemed and felt as if he would have to recover the old fashioned way, through long periods of rest and relaxation. Of course that wasn’t the way Taiho liked to recover, and thus he found himself on his way back to the sparring grounds, itching for yet another tussle to get himself back into the game so to speak.

He’d approach the ring with a purpose, stepping in across from the young boy who hailed from his village. He knew of, and was fairly acquainted with Makoto, having worked with him on a mission before to take down a chuunin. Of course he hadn’t seen much of what the boy was capable of, but it didn’t matter much as he himself had shown very little at the time as well. He had forgone his gauntlets for now, not wishing to permanently harm anyone in what was essentially a friendly spar and had taken to wearing his usual sparring attire of a white tank top with the Iwa symbol in black across the left breast tucked into a pair of black and brown martial artists pants. His now short blonde and blue hair rustled softly in the wind as he stepped up to a starting position about twenty meters from the center, body already loosened and ready to begin as he stepped himself into his ready stance. He’d wait patiently for the cue to begin while at the very least acknowledging Makoto’s presence with a nod.
Mission Information
Post WC: 289
Mission WC: 289/750
Bonus Ryo WC: 0/600 (+150 Ryo)
Topic WC: 1,511/2,500 (+1 EP)
Bonus Topic WC: 0/12,500 (+5 EP)
EP Gained:
Fighting First, Always

Makoto~

Makoto~


D-rank
Makoto stood for a moment as the wind began to blow as the air began tense with the intense feelings of emotions that began to overwhelm him on this day. That was the time when he arrived as he looked on as his opponent appeared as he remembered this girl, whose style did not show him much however it did reveal something that he lacked as he whirled his spear a bit then held it to his side as he made single hand seals with his left hand that looked similar to the dog yang snake hand seal as he nodded in response to Teiho's nod as the battle was about to begin.

The blades of grass seemed to be moving to the sides and then the winds seemed to shift as it seems the time to begin was near, however Makoto's style was about to change as he would aim to awaken the beast sleeping within as he felt the feeling of the ground beneath his feet as he put every ounce of strength he had towards his feet as he felt from the toes, to the heel as it turns as he pivots on his ankle before dashing forward taking a thrust forward with his yari which was not that lethal and in terms of fighting a taijutsu user he needed at least this much to break even with his opponent as the technique he activated with his left hand was a jutsu unique to him as there seemed to be a soft mist around his body.

He needed this to even hope of standing a chance as he would not run away, he would give it his all in this sparring play as the battle would now begin. After his thrust of the spear he would follow up with a slash retreat if he was parried, if the spear managed to connect he would follow up with rapid thrusts at various locations before jumping back, if his opponent avoided all of this he would slash to parry his opponent on his retreat not that he could take the force that well knowing all too well how easy it would be to fly back. To be honest his opponent probably knew he was no good in taijutsu, but in the end Makoto had a reason he was trying out something new.

Words = 243 + 394 = 637
Chakra = 255 - 10(Mist Variation C-Rank) = 245

Jutsu activated:

OOC Comment = Armor of mist delayed due to no active mist being around

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