1 Tenmei vs Daimon Thu Aug 15, 2013 6:37 pm
Tenmei
D-rank
- Arena 2:
- Zen Garden
The Zen Garden Arena is a large, traditional Japanese Zen Garden. A large square in it's heart, lined by jet black wood, is filled with sand which has been raked into intricate circular patterns. Inside the hearts of these circular patterns are large oblong stone pillars which extend several meters into the sky. On one end of the garden sits a waterfall, which is channeling into a large pond, while on the other side sits several Sakura trees, each just starting to bloom.
"Miss Sotsuji? Sorry to wake you. You're match for the second event has been drafted. Please make your preparations and report to the arena as soon as possible"
A long, drawn out moment of silence slipped away to the soft sighs of the waking Shinobi, as she parted her hazy silver eyes and glanced about the room, searching for the face that pulled her from her dream.
It must have been hours ago when she had stumbled through the gates of the village of Sunagakure, a look of accomplishment painted over her exhausted expression. Never in her day dreams did she imagine being able to survive in such a lonesome, dried up place on her own for that long and still remain...well....mostly intact.
And yet here was, still standing, still walking with her head held high and looking for one less hateful gaze amongst the forest of people around her. One less person leering at her from the shadow of another.
In all the madness around her, in all the chaos and panic about the still missing shinobi, the finished deadline; Tenmei could have sworn, she saw someone look away.
"Thank you. I will be there shortly"
There was probably no need but Tenmei made sure to wait until the softly voiced medical shinobi had left the room, before casting the sheet aside and swinging her slightly aching legs over the edge of the mattress. As soon as she found her balance on the smooth, cool tiles, she heaved herself up and shuffled her way over to the neatly folded pile of clothes. Thankfully, everything was there and as it should be.
So, while the female Genin maneuvered herself in to the clean garments, her mind drifted to the name she had been paired up with. Daimon Karisuma. It sounded unfamiliar to her ears though most clans here were. Sure, he father may have mentioned the name in one of his stories but there was so many that he had told her over the years, that, only her favorites remained firmly planted in her anxious mind.
It didn't matter so much. She would find out the true nature of his origins soon enough. It was just a matter of time.
Time.
One lingering glance to the mirrors flawed surface was more than enough to reassure the female; she looked much better than before.
Her coal black hair, brushed and clean of the sand and grit had been pulled up in to a neat pony tail with a few loose strands, framing her passive features. The white linen bindings had been repositioned, the sleeveless vest that clung comfortably tight. Tenmei brushed her steady fingers across the tattoo that stood flush against her tanned thigh, only slightly visible through the slits in her loose trousers. This was how she was to go in to battle. Simply like this.
So, making sure that the still sleeping lizard was made comfortable amongst the used cups and empty thermos, Tenmei took one sweeping glance back over the room she had endured treatment in, and headed out towards the arena. Wandering over to see what fate had in store for her next.
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"A garden? I'm supposed to fight......in a garden?"
It took Tenmei a bare minute to realize that it was her words, voicing the question. In front of her was not the flat stone area with high walls and a rowdy audience that she had been envisioning in her doubts. It was a garden with the fine gravel coated floor and perfectly tended Sakura trees, only just starting to lose their precious pink silk petals. In her naive mind, this was a place of peace and learning, not for what she and some stranger were about to do. It was a shame.
But despite those thoughts, Tenmei left her bag inside the entrance and stepped on to the near sand like substance, making her way to the proctor at the centre and her opponent who would either be waiting or arriving just as she did. With every purposeful step, her focus narrowed, first, blocking out the cheers of the gathering audience, their calls and taunts. And then, down past the confined limits so her surroundings were all she was thinking about. The arena and him. This mysterious stranger Daimon Karisuma.
"You know the rules. No projectile weapons allowed.
This match ends when one of your surrenders or....." he paused, looking from one contestant to the other ".....is defeated. Ready. Go!"
The very second, those words were heard, Tenmei pushed off with her powerful, muscular legs, flipping her feet back over her head in a straight flip, to land, perfectly balanced on a thick branch with a small shower of cherry blossom petals, dancing around her feet. From here, she could see everything. The towering pillars, the soft trickling of the waterfall as it ran in to the pond at a peaceful constant. Neither of these had her attention though.
Tenmei needed no hand sign, her body reacted to her will naturally. As she gripped the narrow top of the tree trunk, the silver eyed Genin slowly opened up the gates inside her, allowing the rush of heat to fill her like the waterfall filled the pond. She let it build and grow until her skin radiated enough heat to cause the wood to blacken under her touch. It took barely a second for her Ember skin jutsu to come in to full effect. And only then did she raise her eyes to the competition.
From the audiences point of view, all they would see was the shower of petals as she leaped off the tree and fell in to the same falling pattern as before, but this time she intended to land a few feet behind him, with her tensed body at the ready. No sooner had her feet hit the ground she prepared one arm to defend, while the other balled in to a fist and swung at his back with a an excessive 150 degree Celsius, brutal and calculated attack.
She knew her father was watching today, from his vantage point away from the others. Her mission today was clear. Make him proud to call her his heir. His beloved daughter.
- Chakra 135/150:
Name: Ember Skin
Canon/Custom: Custom
Rank: C
Type: Offensive
Element: Katon/ Fuuton
Range: Personal
Specialty: Taijutsu
Duration: Maintainable (-5 per post)
Cooldown: 4
Description:
The user accelerates the chakra within their skin, heating up their body temperature to an excess of 150 degrees. Causing first degree burns on contact,
and second degree after prolonged or repeated contact