1 Ask for "the Truth" [Training/Solo] Fri Jul 19, 2013 4:50 pm
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Daraku watched the moon in the sky with tired eyes from the balcony of his room. The Ishido Castle held its usual gloomy feeling, standing almost enigmatic in the night with Daraku's slim figure clearly visible, like a king looking out over his invisible followers. The courtyard was empty, and the wind breezed through at intervals, kicking up small sandstorms now and then. It was the same as every night, and as peaceful and majestic as it was, Daraku was bored deeply. He pivoted his foot and turned to face his chamber door, passing through it and following the hall downstairs toward the front gate. His footsteps echoed as he grinned the door handle; with great effort, he pulled, and the gate creaked open. He walked out, leaving the courtyard and heading to the outskirts of the village.
The blond ninja wasn't stupid. He figured that his father would have heard him leave and would come to find him (if not send a team of clansmen rather than do it himself) but he didn't care; he wasn't tired and he just wanted to get out of that prison of a castle. He kept walking until he reached the Meeting Cactus, which was Mahe's designated rendezvous point. He sat down in the sand next to the oversized plant, and waited for a few minutes.
The sound of sifting sand behind alerted him, and he turned to see Mahe looking back at him. "Hello, Daraku. What made you leave the Castle this evening?"
"I'm just bored. I figured you could train with me, maybe?"
"At this hour? You sure are a night owl."
"Yeah, sleep isn't exactly a priority to me. Training, on the other hand..."
"Yes, yes. I understand, and I'll help you. What training did you have in mind?"
"Medical Ninjutsu. I'm just practicing a new way of killing people and using precision chakra in battles...sort of like a degenerative technique that uses the concepts of Medical Ninjutsu to ensue a reverse healing process."
Mahe nodded, and removed her dark coat. Her pale face was outlined by long, black hair that fell down to her upper back. Her eyes were a pinkish shade, and she wore a low-cut eggshell white strapless top, showing the tops of her shoulders. The sleeves on it extended a bit past her fingertips. Her shorts were a black color, adorned with pockets full of ninja tools, and she wore ninja sandals of the same black. She stood in front of him in this outfit, prepared for battle.
"You're very pretty. Why do you always wear that cloak? It really disguises your beauty."
"I'm a Nuke-Nin. Why wouldn't I want to disguise myself? Simple as that. Now, onto battling." Daraku nodded and took off his sash and sword, throwing them into the sand. He held his hands out in front of him.
"You make the first move."
Mahe made a quick nod before sprinting forward and throwing a lightning-fast punch. Daraku dodged it as best he could, still getting hit in the shoulder, but at least it wasn't his face. The pain rang through him violently; she was a powerful woman. She followed up with a kick, one aimed to the torso, which landed successfully and made Daraku fall to the right. She finished the combo with a footsweep to completely knock him to the ground, and then held an arm to his throat. "Let's try that again, shall we? you need to react faster." The man gave her an amused smirk. "I got it, I got it. Come at me again." Mahe nodded, readying a fist for a moment and feinting a punch. Daraku dodged accordingly before realizing it was just a ploy. She roundhouse kicked him in the back of the head, and he fell forward a few steps, where he ran straight into her rushing elbow at full force. He fell to the ground again, the pain in both his gut and in his skull throbbing violently.
Daraku knew that Mahe was more powerful than he was, which only made this training even more valuable than before. If he could overcome her Taijutsu prowess with his Medical Ninjutsu, it would surely be a step in the right direction. He got back to his feet, wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth down his chin. He spat into the dark sand, and turned to face her again. The rogue ninja wasted no time; almost as soon as Daraku turned to face her, she shot an open fist jab forward. He unsheathed his sword and held it out in front of himself, so that her hand struck its sharp edge. She recoiled before using the momentum in a full turn, placing one hand under her and pivoting into a 360 degree spin, ending with her foot slamming into the back of his knee. He fell to the other knee in immediate response, feeling the pain in his gut wrench again but not letting it overcome him. Before she could go through with her uppercut, he pulled the woolly glove from his right hand and pressed its palm to her stomach. She yelled out in pain, falling back and clenching her gut with both arms.
Daraku smiled and got onto his feet again, brushing himself off and resheathing his blade. He began to slowly press his fingers back into his glove, one by one, while her pain subsided and she looked at him with surprised eyes. "How...how did you do that? That hurt like hell, but you hardly touched me." Daraku smiled his usual sinister grin before raising two fingers to indicate the separate parts of his answer to her question.
"First, powerful burst of chakra aimed precisely through my palm into your torso. Next, triggering the chakra to cause cell degeneration, leaving slight internal damage and severe pain. It worked!" Mahe nodded in approval before standing and pushing back her hair. The look on her face showed that she was still in pain, regardless of how hard she tried to act tough. He placed the same right hand to her torso, and she flinched in reaction. "Calm down, calm down. I'm only healing you." His hands glowed blue for a moment before fading, and her expression perked up as she let out a meager "thank you". "No need to thank me, I don't want you dying. Not when we've only started training..."
Training Medical Ninjutsu B > A
Word Count: 1,093/3,000
The blond ninja wasn't stupid. He figured that his father would have heard him leave and would come to find him (if not send a team of clansmen rather than do it himself) but he didn't care; he wasn't tired and he just wanted to get out of that prison of a castle. He kept walking until he reached the Meeting Cactus, which was Mahe's designated rendezvous point. He sat down in the sand next to the oversized plant, and waited for a few minutes.
The sound of sifting sand behind alerted him, and he turned to see Mahe looking back at him. "Hello, Daraku. What made you leave the Castle this evening?"
"I'm just bored. I figured you could train with me, maybe?"
"At this hour? You sure are a night owl."
"Yeah, sleep isn't exactly a priority to me. Training, on the other hand..."
"Yes, yes. I understand, and I'll help you. What training did you have in mind?"
"Medical Ninjutsu. I'm just practicing a new way of killing people and using precision chakra in battles...sort of like a degenerative technique that uses the concepts of Medical Ninjutsu to ensue a reverse healing process."
Mahe nodded, and removed her dark coat. Her pale face was outlined by long, black hair that fell down to her upper back. Her eyes were a pinkish shade, and she wore a low-cut eggshell white strapless top, showing the tops of her shoulders. The sleeves on it extended a bit past her fingertips. Her shorts were a black color, adorned with pockets full of ninja tools, and she wore ninja sandals of the same black. She stood in front of him in this outfit, prepared for battle.
"You're very pretty. Why do you always wear that cloak? It really disguises your beauty."
"I'm a Nuke-Nin. Why wouldn't I want to disguise myself? Simple as that. Now, onto battling." Daraku nodded and took off his sash and sword, throwing them into the sand. He held his hands out in front of him.
"You make the first move."
Mahe made a quick nod before sprinting forward and throwing a lightning-fast punch. Daraku dodged it as best he could, still getting hit in the shoulder, but at least it wasn't his face. The pain rang through him violently; she was a powerful woman. She followed up with a kick, one aimed to the torso, which landed successfully and made Daraku fall to the right. She finished the combo with a footsweep to completely knock him to the ground, and then held an arm to his throat. "Let's try that again, shall we? you need to react faster." The man gave her an amused smirk. "I got it, I got it. Come at me again." Mahe nodded, readying a fist for a moment and feinting a punch. Daraku dodged accordingly before realizing it was just a ploy. She roundhouse kicked him in the back of the head, and he fell forward a few steps, where he ran straight into her rushing elbow at full force. He fell to the ground again, the pain in both his gut and in his skull throbbing violently.
Daraku knew that Mahe was more powerful than he was, which only made this training even more valuable than before. If he could overcome her Taijutsu prowess with his Medical Ninjutsu, it would surely be a step in the right direction. He got back to his feet, wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth down his chin. He spat into the dark sand, and turned to face her again. The rogue ninja wasted no time; almost as soon as Daraku turned to face her, she shot an open fist jab forward. He unsheathed his sword and held it out in front of himself, so that her hand struck its sharp edge. She recoiled before using the momentum in a full turn, placing one hand under her and pivoting into a 360 degree spin, ending with her foot slamming into the back of his knee. He fell to the other knee in immediate response, feeling the pain in his gut wrench again but not letting it overcome him. Before she could go through with her uppercut, he pulled the woolly glove from his right hand and pressed its palm to her stomach. She yelled out in pain, falling back and clenching her gut with both arms.
Daraku smiled and got onto his feet again, brushing himself off and resheathing his blade. He began to slowly press his fingers back into his glove, one by one, while her pain subsided and she looked at him with surprised eyes. "How...how did you do that? That hurt like hell, but you hardly touched me." Daraku smiled his usual sinister grin before raising two fingers to indicate the separate parts of his answer to her question.
"First, powerful burst of chakra aimed precisely through my palm into your torso. Next, triggering the chakra to cause cell degeneration, leaving slight internal damage and severe pain. It worked!" Mahe nodded in approval before standing and pushing back her hair. The look on her face showed that she was still in pain, regardless of how hard she tried to act tough. He placed the same right hand to her torso, and she flinched in reaction. "Calm down, calm down. I'm only healing you." His hands glowed blue for a moment before fading, and her expression perked up as she let out a meager "thank you". "No need to thank me, I don't want you dying. Not when we've only started training..."
Training Medical Ninjutsu B > A
Word Count: 1,093/3,000
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