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Dummy Sparring Sun Apr 07, 2019 9:20 am
Hina
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2 Re: Dummy Sparring Mon Apr 08, 2019 11:18 pm
Enlil
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It wasn't often that Enlil found himself looking to spend time in any of Konoha’s public training grounds, but for the moment he had no other choice. Having accidentally burned down a small part of his family's own private dojo while refining his skill with katon, repairs were currently being made within the building; while he could have always done his practice in the outdoor training grounds within the gates of his home, it proved impossible for the young shinobi to focus on his training with the hammering of nails and sawing of wood that polluted his usually serene household with so much unwanted noise. And so he found himself outside looking for a suitable area wherein he could train peacefully. It was a surprisingly chilly afternoon even with the sun in full force. To battle the cold winds Enlil wore a purple and white tracksuit with a matching pair of fighting gloves. Already he had managed to work up a small sweat as he jogged towards the closest training area around his home. Upon arriving though, he quickly realized it would have been far better if he had just stayed home. Note to self: don't practice katon indoors.
In his mind the ideal training grounds he had hoped to come upon was one completely devoid of people, allowing him to purely focus on the skills he had fully intended to sharpen, but if one or two young shinobi were there as well then he would have always managed to suck it up and just share the training grounds, it was public property after all. The sight that came upon his eyes, however, was nothing that the young Hatake could have ever in a million years expect. From every inch of the fenced training grounds was another shinobi hoping to get some much needed sweat in. There were hundreds… maybe even thousands, it was as if some large scale event had taken place within the training grounds and everybody in the damn village decided it would be a perfect time to train outdoors. He cursed under his breath, but prevented himself from wasting any further emotions on the situation. He thought hard on his peculiar situation and eventually came up with a solution; if everyone and their damned mothers had decided to go out of their way to train in this particular field, then every other training area in the village would surely be empty.
He drew up a map of the village within his head, trying to piece together the route to a second training grounds that he had, on occasion, visited as a child to spar with other shinobi. He walked for a bit, then jogged deciding that he would at least work up his cardiovascular muscles whilst he searched for the place. Stopping around other civilians, he asked around for directions and eventually making his way to the second training fields he would visit for the day. Now in the forests of Konoha, he inched his way closer to privacy he longed for. If his memory had served him correctly, the area would be completely secluded and only known to a few genin within what was at that time his batch of academy students… now though with five years passed, things might have been different, but no matter what he was certain that he would find enough peace to train.
Finally he had arrived and just as he had predicted there was not but a soul aside from him in the training field. He looked around the area comparing its current form to that of his memories, it was barren unlike how it once was in his childhood. While before it was filled with dummy logs and shuriken targets hung on trees, now it was just a blank patch of dirt not even something worth considering as a training field. Nonetheless he was here to train not to mope around about one spot in the village that had changed in the few years that he was away. The shinobi took to the patch of dirt, centering himself within the wide area and distancing himself from any trees. H set his feet aside with the same distance of his broad shoulders and lowered himself with a slight bend of his knees. He took a deep breath inhaling the cool air and clenched his fists, lowering them to the side of his hips to chamber his knuckles. Slowly he extended his left hand forward, using the blade of his palm to ease through the wind as he exhaled his a hot breathe. Suddenly he recracted his palm, returning it to the side of his hip and replacing it with the sharp thrust of his right fist. A spew of fire bellowed out from the tips of his knuckles, disappearing into the air only to leave a faint feeling of heat.
His eyes were shut, lost into the art that overtook his body. His fists danced once more exchanging blows, yet this time his feet moved along with him. Forward, his left foot marched, driving a powerful blow that came along with a blast of fire into the air. His right fist moved atop his shoulder at the exact time as his left shifted to the opposite hip. He pivoted, turning with his back leg and reversing his stance. His right arm cut down atop his knee and with it a more concentrated burst of fire. He followed up with a snapping left front kick, only this time cracks of electricity began to build up. He sped up the tempo of his movements, alternating from ferocious strikes to sturdy blocks. The electricity raged throughout his body, intensifying and slowly changing from the common blue to a powerful crimson red. Swiftly his eyes burst open setting brown pupils on a lonesome tree; his arms crossed and lowered to his sides, he chambered his right fist with the other focused on his target. The raw and unbridled force of crimson raiton coursed through the body of the Hatake with the eye of its red storm focusing on his balled right fist.
Unexpectedly a voice called out to him, snapping his concentration for just the briefest of moments enough for the powerful surge of crimson to abandon his body. “Sir,” The voice called out. “Sir,... Sir?” The man repeated. Spiteful brown eyes locked on towards the foreign man, the sharp curve of his eyebrows expressed his emotions clearly. “What?!” The Hatake exclaimed, flaring his nostrils. The stranger, too far or too stupid to read the shinobi’s emotions pointed to a bright orange sight nonchalantly. “This area is private property sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Enlil cursed under his breath, almost radiating with anger. With no quarrel, he turned his back on the man and abruptly stormed off before he could hear another word that might have truly ended his patience.
Now again with no place to allow himself some training, he wandered off to the streets of Konoha. One part because he had nowhere else to go and one part just to calm himself from the just recent event. He clenched his fists as he passed through the streets, still unable to shake the rage that filled him. He was close, so close to finally generating crimson raiton on purpose and harnessing it towards his taijutsu, but somehow the world found a way to mess with his moment. He needed to let off some steam and luckily he had stumbled unto the perfect place. He had wandered into what looked like a makeshift training area within the city, built in the backbones of what used to be a park. Something, or rather someone, in particular piqued his interest, it was a woman, one that he had met a few days prior. She had mentioned to him that she was a shinobi in their brief meeting, but he hadn’t really gotten around to asking her specialities. Now though, upon observing her training for a short while, it seemed as if she was a practitioner of taijutsu, much like him. “Hina,” He called, waving a hand to grab her attention. “You move well, but boards don’t really hit back… Why don’t we spar for a bit?” He said, fixing the fighting gloves mounted on his fists.
In his mind the ideal training grounds he had hoped to come upon was one completely devoid of people, allowing him to purely focus on the skills he had fully intended to sharpen, but if one or two young shinobi were there as well then he would have always managed to suck it up and just share the training grounds, it was public property after all. The sight that came upon his eyes, however, was nothing that the young Hatake could have ever in a million years expect. From every inch of the fenced training grounds was another shinobi hoping to get some much needed sweat in. There were hundreds… maybe even thousands, it was as if some large scale event had taken place within the training grounds and everybody in the damn village decided it would be a perfect time to train outdoors. He cursed under his breath, but prevented himself from wasting any further emotions on the situation. He thought hard on his peculiar situation and eventually came up with a solution; if everyone and their damned mothers had decided to go out of their way to train in this particular field, then every other training area in the village would surely be empty.
He drew up a map of the village within his head, trying to piece together the route to a second training grounds that he had, on occasion, visited as a child to spar with other shinobi. He walked for a bit, then jogged deciding that he would at least work up his cardiovascular muscles whilst he searched for the place. Stopping around other civilians, he asked around for directions and eventually making his way to the second training fields he would visit for the day. Now in the forests of Konoha, he inched his way closer to privacy he longed for. If his memory had served him correctly, the area would be completely secluded and only known to a few genin within what was at that time his batch of academy students… now though with five years passed, things might have been different, but no matter what he was certain that he would find enough peace to train.
Finally he had arrived and just as he had predicted there was not but a soul aside from him in the training field. He looked around the area comparing its current form to that of his memories, it was barren unlike how it once was in his childhood. While before it was filled with dummy logs and shuriken targets hung on trees, now it was just a blank patch of dirt not even something worth considering as a training field. Nonetheless he was here to train not to mope around about one spot in the village that had changed in the few years that he was away. The shinobi took to the patch of dirt, centering himself within the wide area and distancing himself from any trees. H set his feet aside with the same distance of his broad shoulders and lowered himself with a slight bend of his knees. He took a deep breath inhaling the cool air and clenched his fists, lowering them to the side of his hips to chamber his knuckles. Slowly he extended his left hand forward, using the blade of his palm to ease through the wind as he exhaled his a hot breathe. Suddenly he recracted his palm, returning it to the side of his hip and replacing it with the sharp thrust of his right fist. A spew of fire bellowed out from the tips of his knuckles, disappearing into the air only to leave a faint feeling of heat.
His eyes were shut, lost into the art that overtook his body. His fists danced once more exchanging blows, yet this time his feet moved along with him. Forward, his left foot marched, driving a powerful blow that came along with a blast of fire into the air. His right fist moved atop his shoulder at the exact time as his left shifted to the opposite hip. He pivoted, turning with his back leg and reversing his stance. His right arm cut down atop his knee and with it a more concentrated burst of fire. He followed up with a snapping left front kick, only this time cracks of electricity began to build up. He sped up the tempo of his movements, alternating from ferocious strikes to sturdy blocks. The electricity raged throughout his body, intensifying and slowly changing from the common blue to a powerful crimson red. Swiftly his eyes burst open setting brown pupils on a lonesome tree; his arms crossed and lowered to his sides, he chambered his right fist with the other focused on his target. The raw and unbridled force of crimson raiton coursed through the body of the Hatake with the eye of its red storm focusing on his balled right fist.
“Raiton: Raijinke-..”
Unexpectedly a voice called out to him, snapping his concentration for just the briefest of moments enough for the powerful surge of crimson to abandon his body. “Sir,” The voice called out. “Sir,... Sir?” The man repeated. Spiteful brown eyes locked on towards the foreign man, the sharp curve of his eyebrows expressed his emotions clearly. “What?!” The Hatake exclaimed, flaring his nostrils. The stranger, too far or too stupid to read the shinobi’s emotions pointed to a bright orange sight nonchalantly. “This area is private property sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Enlil cursed under his breath, almost radiating with anger. With no quarrel, he turned his back on the man and abruptly stormed off before he could hear another word that might have truly ended his patience.
Now again with no place to allow himself some training, he wandered off to the streets of Konoha. One part because he had nowhere else to go and one part just to calm himself from the just recent event. He clenched his fists as he passed through the streets, still unable to shake the rage that filled him. He was close, so close to finally generating crimson raiton on purpose and harnessing it towards his taijutsu, but somehow the world found a way to mess with his moment. He needed to let off some steam and luckily he had stumbled unto the perfect place. He had wandered into what looked like a makeshift training area within the city, built in the backbones of what used to be a park. Something, or rather someone, in particular piqued his interest, it was a woman, one that he had met a few days prior. She had mentioned to him that she was a shinobi in their brief meeting, but he hadn’t really gotten around to asking her specialities. Now though, upon observing her training for a short while, it seemed as if she was a practitioner of taijutsu, much like him. “Hina,” He called, waving a hand to grab her attention. “You move well, but boards don’t really hit back… Why don’t we spar for a bit?” He said, fixing the fighting gloves mounted on his fists.
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3 Re: Dummy Sparring Wed Apr 10, 2019 5:43 pm
Hina
C-rank
s
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4 Re: Dummy Sparring Thu Apr 11, 2019 2:21 am
Enlil
D-rank
Having grabbed her attention, the girl looked at him evidently surprised by the young shinobi’s sudden appearance. “Enlil! It’s good to see you. How have you been?” She said in a cheerful tone, as if it had been so long since the two had last seen each other. Returning the kind words, the Hatake nodded. “It’s good to see you as well, Hina.” He said, attempting to match her tone though falling flat. To his surprise, and amusement the girl would cut the small talk short and agree to his challenge. “Sure thing, shall we get started?” She said, seemingly eager to get started. Enlil approached the girl, walking closer towards her and stopping once only a ten meter distance separated the two. He looked towards his opponent, his face turning from the carefree look of just seconds ago to a blank expressionless page. Though at first glance it would seem to the average person that he was the clear favorite based from physiques alone, yet Enlil watched the girl with caution. Having not known a single thing about her, save for the small display of strikes she had shown earlier ago, there wasn’t much he knew about Hina and that meant that the Hatake wouldn’t dare to underestimate his opponent.
As the two eyed each other down, a small pool of shinobi began to circle around them. Spectators gathered from the surrounding training area and began to place bets on the two genin. The girl took into an orthodox boxing stance, something that surprised Enlil who had only seen the girl kick and strike with karate chops. The Hatake spread himself in a wide stance opposite to her orthodox stance, seeking to utilize the range that he held over his opponent. His held his right arm in front of him to gauge the distance between the two and tucked his left fist underneath his chin. Enlil, with his lead hand, gestured for his opponent to come at him.
Making the first move, Hina attempted to close the distance between the two with jabs that sought to distract Enlil from her movement. The crowd roared in excitement as the two began their bout. Expertly, he weaved his way through the string of left fists, using his footwork to prevent the girl from cornering him and keeping his lead hand close to hers to prevent her from fully entering his range. Suddenly the girl began to speed up her jabs, stepping closer each time he threw her left fist. It was predictable, a move that he would have immediately countered with a straight left hand had this not been a simple sparring match. Suddenly she wound her shoulders back, seeking to throw a right hook from a mile away with no set up aside from a jab. He pulled back, ever so slightly, making the right hook miss just inches shy of its target. Immediately he launched his left fist, throwing it over the top of his opponent’s arm and seeking to land it flush on her chin. Immediately, he pushed off with his right leg, once again creating distance between them and making his opponent’s follow up strikes miss once more if she had managed to continue her strike and not been staggered by his shot.
As the two eyed each other down, a small pool of shinobi began to circle around them. Spectators gathered from the surrounding training area and began to place bets on the two genin. The girl took into an orthodox boxing stance, something that surprised Enlil who had only seen the girl kick and strike with karate chops. The Hatake spread himself in a wide stance opposite to her orthodox stance, seeking to utilize the range that he held over his opponent. His held his right arm in front of him to gauge the distance between the two and tucked his left fist underneath his chin. Enlil, with his lead hand, gestured for his opponent to come at him.
Making the first move, Hina attempted to close the distance between the two with jabs that sought to distract Enlil from her movement. The crowd roared in excitement as the two began their bout. Expertly, he weaved his way through the string of left fists, using his footwork to prevent the girl from cornering him and keeping his lead hand close to hers to prevent her from fully entering his range. Suddenly the girl began to speed up her jabs, stepping closer each time he threw her left fist. It was predictable, a move that he would have immediately countered with a straight left hand had this not been a simple sparring match. Suddenly she wound her shoulders back, seeking to throw a right hook from a mile away with no set up aside from a jab. He pulled back, ever so slightly, making the right hook miss just inches shy of its target. Immediately he launched his left fist, throwing it over the top of his opponent’s arm and seeking to land it flush on her chin. Immediately, he pushed off with his right leg, once again creating distance between them and making his opponent’s follow up strikes miss once more if she had managed to continue her strike and not been staggered by his shot.
553 | 1950
- Stats:
- Strength > D-3
Speed > D-2
Dexterity > D-3
Perception > D-0
Endurance > E-2
5 Re: Dummy Sparring Thu Apr 11, 2019 9:11 pm
Hina
C-rank
d
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6 Re: Dummy Sparring Tue Apr 16, 2019 6:09 am
Enlil
D-rank
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The Hatake’s left hand shot landed flush on his opponent’s chin… perhaps even too well as he felt his knuckles land stiff on his target. His fist clattered to the girl’s chin, and she was sent staggering backwards, eventually crashing to the hard ground. Immediately, tears began building up within the eyes of the girl, likewise guilt began to fill the Hatake’s every fiber. For certain he had gone too far with his strike. Used to the brutal training forced upon him by his mother as a child, and the equally gruelling fights under the tutelage of his mentor, Kiryu, Enlil was used to extreme methods of sparring and knew very little about the meaning of restraint. Almost reacting immediately, the young genin’s arms reached out to the girl. “I-...” He spoke, seeking to apologize, yet unsure if he should. It was a spar afterall and the last thing he wanted was to offend someone by apologizing in a fight. “Are you okay?” He asked instead, unable to contain the worry that had built up within him. Slowly, the girl rose to her feet and it seemed as if she was none the worse for wear. Unexpectedly, though, the girl bowed and instantly sprinted off the other way without no words or complaints. Enlil reached out once more, even chasing Hina for a few steps, yet she had managed to bolt of in such speeds that didn’t allow him to correctly track her. “I’m sorry…” The boy said silently. -EXIT- |
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- Training:
- Training 'Crimson Raiton' (2000/2000 WC)
Saving 200 WC for a rainy day
Sacrificing leftover 6 WC to the gods
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